Blackfeather Woods I am that technology allowed.

Like Kinloch, Val wrestled with the impetuous side of nature. To him, his home seemed permanent. It would stun him to learn that the ecology that seemed eternal here was but an ever-evolving face; the characters and cast ever changing in the endless stream of life and its exploitation of niches.

I don't think so. I don't know. He peered closer. There were darker marks in the middle, their lines blurring into the sediment around them. Anselm did not know it, but these darker streaks were deposits of biologically rich minerals where bone, fat, and tissue once laid. It looks weird. I don't think I've seen anything like it.