Time changes, man changes, time changes man.
blood spills once again in the streets of post war Cloistergrad as a young man takes his first steps off the kerb of here and now into a new reality. Set in the near future in the dark dictatorship of Burndegard’s Permia, in the city of Cloistergrad somewhere in modern eastern Europe. A mad doctor’s plans for state domination rests in the body of a man with no memory, but little does he know that once you let the Jinni out of the bottle it is impossible to get it back in again. As the man he has kidnapped and infected with his mutating virus is now ripping their world apart on his journey to become the Gaia.

As this virus spreads, mutating everyone it touches into their own personal-nightmare image, the mighty and the weak alike struggle for survival. The secret police play their bloody games to rest power from their leader, The universe plays it’s hand in the form of the Being Scorpio who guides our protagonist Peter Elworth and his fellow refugees through the labyrinth of the inner-mind and the universe beyond.

With a host of characters and multiple converging threads, transformations, dirty politics and a car chase this story bounds along with a relentless energy right up to the climatic finish.

Gene Jinni a Monstrosa story.

As the scouting group, comprising of Marts, Vitali, and Ajare, made their way back to liberate the assembler and the raw Base from the crashed Protectorate transporter, the Cleaners began to converge on the streets of outer Cloistergrad, flushing out the changed from house to house. The be-winged among the changed took to the skies, lifting off from makeshift launch pads and rooftops, circling in the snow-painted air. Wings of feather, or leather, and gossamer spans of giant-dragonfly proportions cast haunting shadows on the city below. 


'Will you look at that...,’ Marts cried, awe-struck. From the control seat of the speeding sedan, he watched the spectacle of fliers, filling the darkening skies above the dull grey city with an explosion of colour, like the kites and balloons used on military victory parades. 'Man, I wish I was up there with them!’ 


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