A civilization-destroying omega cloud has switched direction, heading straight for a previously unexplored planetary system--and its alien society. And suddenly, a handful of brave humans must try to save an entire world--without revealing their existence.
The gulfs between the stars overwhelm us, as the eons overwhelm our paltry few years of sunlight. We are cast adrift on an endless sea, to no purpose, with no destination, bound where no one knows. —Dmitri Restov Last Rites
Whit had known what a slosh was. But he had not seen the term moraka previously. “It’s hard to explain,” Digger had told him. “Try.” “It’s an orgy.” “Really?” “Yes.” “The orgy starts at nine?” “Something like that.” “Sponsored by the Philosophical Society?” “Apparently so.” Digger grinned. “This place has some unique aspects.”