What if mere mortals could meet their Gods and learn the answers to life's most mysterious questions?
Now they can.
Imagine a planet with two blazing suns. A world inhabited by mortals with flaming red hair, saffron colored skin, and violet eyes. A place where extreme and often violent weather conditions force the people underground where they will be safe...until the next furious storm strikes. This strange land is El Sod-A-Por, the ill-favored one, and in the far distance sits the Green Mountain, home of the Gods -- Gods who have no mercy. But everything changes when a fearless young man, Far-Awn, defies his father's warnings and travels tirelessly, in search of a star-shaped opalescent flower.
This miraculous plant becomes the source of never-ending food and can even be made into clear atmospheric domes, which enclose entire cities to ensure peace and protection.
Years later El Sod-A-Por is known as El Dorriane, the ideal, and Ras-Far, grandson of the revered Far-Awn, is king. The people happily live a life of plenty -- until an entire city is mysteriously wiped out. A civil war between the Upper and Lower Dorrianians ignites, forcing the king to send an entourage of the bravest and strongest men from each province to the Green Mountain to seek answers to this unexpected unrest.
Ras-Far's only child, the beautiful and headstrong Sharita, demands to go with the men across the arid desert plains to meet the Gods.
The handsome barbarian Dray-Gon, from Lower Dorriane, leads the expedition, but he sees the princess as an unnecessary burden. Now he will have to shield her from the ruthless sandstorms and evil outlaws who will attempt to enslave her at any opportunity. As the unprecedented journey begins, their love-hate relationship transforms into an enthralling passion, as the princess's icy exterior begins to thaw and Dray-Gon turns from a hard-edged savage into a gentle hero. But when they finally reach the Green Mountain, they are met with a shocking revelation that challenges everything they ever believed to be true....
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December 31, 2003
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Excerpt from Gods of Green Mountain by V.C. Andrews
On the very edge of the upper temperature zone, nearer the cold side than the hot, lived the most industrious, the most diligent farmer of them all. He was called Baka. When the citizens of that land became aware of just what type of man Baka was, they called him Baka Valente, meaning Baka the Untiring. And in most ways, Baka was, indeed, untiring.
Baka's farm was the largest and most productive. His herds and flocks of animals the hardiest, and seemingly the cleverest at finding forage, whereas the flocks of others could find little, or sometimes none. Baka's house was also the largest, the finest. It was molded of the soft inner-earth, then after shaping, and after hours of baking in the hot scorching suns, the mud became rock hard. It was then covered with the strong, tough puhlet hides to keep the driving waters from softening and washing the house down into mud again.
A baby puhlet was called a puka. They came into their doomed short existence all rosy pink and bare, and so tiny they could be cupped in a human palm. In seven days they would double in size, and would be covered with a fluffy yellow-green fuzz that was not quite feathers, and not quite hair. As a puka grew older, the fuzz gradually turned into thick, silvery, smoke-blue fur. This was the very color all inhabitants of that planet wore. Fortunately for them, its neutral color went well with their pale citron complexions and fiery red hair and deep purple eyes. Once the pukas reached the smoky fur stage, they matured quickly. As they had to. As all life on El Sod-a-Por had to.
Baka had need of his large fine home, for he had twelve sons and one daughter. His good wife, Lee-La, was strong enough, and willing enough, to give him thirteen more children, if need be. She knew -- Baka knew, all Sod-a-Porians knew -- that at any moment the storms could take a child or two or even all. That was the way of it. One day you thought you had it all secure, the next, everything was gone.