Protection . . . Inception . . . Conception
Rosalind’s neocarbon broadsword and chemo gun are all that stand between her defenseless sheep and roaming packs of snarling wolves. Together with her border collie, Sox, she guards the flocks in the ashen pastures of the valley, the only home she’s ever known.
But the valley has changed over the past year. Her fellow pastoralists—once numbering in the hundreds of thousands—have disappeared. She’s changed, too: becoming self-aware; becoming larger than herself; becoming ravenous. She’s started slaughtering sheep to fuel her insatiable appetite—and the Makers aren’t happy.