Pentagon (Iron Cloud Series)

For three entire days and nights it was as if heaven and earth merged to become white nothingness.

By then people in the village had begun to make up accounts with the Almighty himself, believing that the Day of Judgment was at hand. Even on the evening of the third day when people could begin shoveling away the snow drifts from doors, and sweeping inch-thick cakes of snow from windowpanes, more than one of the simple villagers standing on their door-steps peering out across the desolate white wasteland bathed in soft blue moonlight wondered what it all meant. Was it a warning, a heavenly proclamation of some great event, which might be expected to befall the village, the district, or possibly the whole land in the coming times.