Genesis

When does time cease to be relevant? When a year is measured by a season?
A thousand years ago, in the middle of the twenty-first century, environmental chaos and seismic upheaval changed the face of the earth, and the people who populated it, forever.
It had all been predicted.
Set in the red heart of what was once Australia the people of Kata Tjuta live in symbiosis with the land. Linked together telepathically through a Matrix they possess a library of extraordinary sophistication and are the hosts of some of the largest events in the country.
Yet a new prediction, and a brutal war instigated by the WFC in the northern hemisphere in a desperate attempt for them to also escape the doom that their religious texts have also foreseen, are followed by an event beyond anyone's vision. Only one person's record of events survived.
"My name is Sister Paris Crow and I don't look like you. I look like what I am. A time sorcerer."
When the little time sorcerer Paris Crow is given an empty book with the title GENESIS embossed in gold on its red leather cover she decides to rejuvenate the almost extinct art of writing. What she does not realise is how far into the distant future her recording of history will go or how deeply it will impact on the inhabitants of an earth utterly unrecognisable from the viewpoint of the twenty first century.
And yet could this have happened before. To us? Could it also be that records were kept and all we had to do was know how to interpret them?

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