"Alien species've overrun most of Earth's arable land, at least in the areas humans can still reach," Gordon says grimly. "There aren't that many domesticated species left to farm."
As the elevator arrives at the roof he adds, "Tastes like raisins."
Outside the clouds have drifted over the moon. The church is lit up by spotlights; Father Grigori is standing next to a generator. He calls up to them, "Ah, there you are! At last! I will send the cart for you both."
As the device lurches into life and begins to make its painfully slow way along the cables, a nearby drainpipe- you know, the kind that runs from the roof to the ground three or four stories below- rattles ominously.
"It will be but a moment!" Father Grigori calls. "Guard yourselves well!"
Gordon very briefly looks as if he would like to swear. Instead he says to Dinah, "I'll hold them off. Get ready to jump in the second it arrives."
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As the elevator arrives at the roof he adds, "Tastes like raisins."
Outside the clouds have drifted over the moon. The church is lit up by spotlights; Father Grigori is standing next to a generator. He calls up to them, "Ah, there you are! At last! I will send the cart for you both."
As the device lurches into life and begins to make its painfully slow way along the cables, a nearby drainpipe- you know, the kind that runs from the roof to the ground three or four stories below- rattles ominously.
"It will be but a moment!" Father Grigori calls. "Guard yourselves well!"
Gordon very briefly looks as if he would like to swear. Instead he says to Dinah, "I'll hold them off. Get ready to jump in the second it arrives."