THE WARREN OF LUNA

Science fiction from the not too distant future...

There are some things that you just know without being taught. Like the fact that you need to

drink water, or that you have to breathe, or that the tunnels of Luna are dangerous after the grownups with guns take their evening meal—that's when the hunting starts.

Mike and Maisie Warren were well aware of this last fact. They had been born here in the labyrinth of tunnels that honeycombed Luna beneath the desolate surface of Earth's satellite, and they had no memories of the place called Earth that the Old Ones spoke of with such reverence. To the twins, home was recycled air that carried the faint metal tang of machinery, the artificial light of the corridors that dimmed and brightened according to Central Time, and the constant, necessary vigilance required to avoid the Holy Soldiers of the Celestial Church.