Fifteen billion years from now, Earth is a dying planet - its skies darkened by the ashes of burned-out galaxies. It's molten core long cooled.
But young Deyv of the Turtle Tribe knew nothing of his world's history or his fate.
He lived only to track down the wretched Yawtl, who had stolen his precious Soul Egg. Together with Vana, a girl from another tribe, and the plant man Sloosh - both also victims of the same thief - they tailed the thief across a nigthmare landscape of monster haunted jungle and wetland.
The search for the Soul Eggs led the troupe into deeper and deeper peril - first to the lair of Feersh the Blind, the witch who had ordered the thefts; then to the Bright Abomination, the jeweled wasteland that harbored The Shemlbob, the ageless being from another star who knew Earth's end was near ... and held the key to the only way for any to escape that end.
THE FOOTPRINTS WERE AT LEAST TWO HUNDRED FEET LONG
They were deep enough that they were clear, despite their size. They looked humanoid, but the toes were armed with claws.
Ahead, there were three carcasses, ripped apart and chewed and mangled.
Nearby were big trees that had been uprooted, probably by a kick, and others that had been broken off, as if the thing had stepped on them. the breathing and the sound like a mountain being torn apart were much louder now.
"I think we've come close enough," Vana whispered.
"Too close,"Deyv said.
They ran. From behind them came a bellow, so loud that it was as though the sky had split. then they saw the dim, gigantic hulk advancing toward them.