Рўс‚р°с‚сњрё Рѕр° С‚рµрјсѓ: "storm Worlds" -

To the rest of the galaxy, the storm worlds were scientific curiosities—treasure chests of exotic gases and kinetic energy. To those born in the glass domes, the storm was a god. It dictated when they ate, when they slept, and when they died.

Kaelen was a "Static-Stitcher." His job was to crawl onto the outer hull of the Aegis Colony during the Eye-Winters—the rare, twenty-minute windows when the winds dropped below two hundred kilometers per hour. He didn't fix machines; he "sewed" the magnetic dampeners that kept the colony from being ripped off its tectonic moorings. To the rest of the galaxy, the storm

Then, the airlock cycled. Mara’s hands were on his shoulders, pulling him into the pressurized warmth of the airlock. To the rest of the galaxy