Book Two in the Let Chaos Reign storm series ~
Unruly hair aside, the sneaking out and turbulent ride over here seemed overall smoother than usual. Which, in my experience, usually means there is still something that is inevitable to go wrong. If it hasn't already, then it will. Guaranteed. Every. Damn. Time.

I start to pace, my mind going back through tonight's events, wondering if I might have missed something. Maybe he forgot… I don't know why I think that every time.

This cave is one of the very scarce constants in this landscape of dancing destruction. The Scar is always persistently changing, yet not, the tornados wreaking havoc in their predictably twisting and reckless ways.

The Scar remains a weird kind of maze of canyons and ravines that have been continuously carved by endless parades of swirling pillars of dust, dirt, debris, and anything else that gets caught up in it. Tornadoes dictate the landscape for miles on all sides, some taking the same paths over and over, enough so that mapping them has been a tedious, yet not impossible, task for nearly a full decade now. For the research cartographers and various elders of specific areas of expertise... Not me, specifically.

I'm just a TumbleTech.

The Tumbler is a magnificent little creation that essentially acts as storm debris at the very least, personalized rocket at most, depending on the size of the fuel tank and the kick behind the thrusters on a 360° rotation. Also, it can tow a two-ton wreckage comb like it’s nothing–those handy debris-collecting honey-comb-looking cages the Rovers use to scavenge for treasures of an ancient world.