Prologue for Resurgence, book one, of the Cantre’r Gwaelod trilogy:
‘It is time,’ sighed Anarawd. ‘Indeed, Husband: I hoped it would never come to this,’ Eleri replied mournfully. They closed their eyes and concentrated on the words. They formed in the mind swirling, encroaching, pushing all thoughts out. The words were of anger, wrath and defiance. Words created in defence: as a last resort to defeat the Rammligr and save humanity. A protective shell enveloped them and they hovered into the sky. The elderly couple started to rock in unison, murmuring, muttering words which hadn’t been uttered out loud for aeons. The couple started to shine like a beacon as the words tumbled from their now gaping mouths: words screeched and took a life of their own. Phantom like, the words punched through the lower atmosphere causing clouds to form. Tendrils of light enveloped the land and tickled the surface. The inhabitants looked up in dismay: they were going to miss Earth. The layer of life blinked. The shell like land looked forlorn, bereft of the multi