Void

The Time Miners create time—all of it. They are stingy with dealing out more—for anyone. Gray-cloaked, humorless, they mine black holes for Time. All the world needs is time. Humans need more time to live and dream. Stars need more time to burn and die. Fragments of time stolen for eons. They mine as fast as they can, eyes bleeding, faces distorted with their desperation. They mine. Being close to the Time Source makes them immortal. And they are, all of them, mad. Time trapped in bottles and hurled across the stars . . . precious time. But the black holes are nearly spent. The universe is washed in blue fire. They mine for the world, for the future. They mine with purpose and passion. B...View all