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eBook Category: Science Fiction
eBook Description: When a man comes to believe he is a god to an alien race, reaching them through his dreams, he risks everything to help them--his marriage, his sanity, and finally his life.

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction, 1987
Fictionwise Release Date: December 2003

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Words: 5260
Reading time: 15-21 min.
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Janet watched him tremble in the moonlight slanting through the window. Garrett was dreaming again, the same "vision" that now repeated three or four times a week. She could tell from his constricted face, the sweat on his neck, and the abrupt, irregular gasps, as if he was short of breath....

They pray to him for rain.

Disembodied, he hovers above them, above the vast expanse of barren rock and sand, dirt mounds, a dying forest in the distance. The sun is fierce, leeching all moisture from the air. A few thin plants still grow, spindly and brittle. A dry riverbed weaves through rock and sand, then flows into what was once an enormous lake. Several tiny pools of water remain scattered about the riverbed and the lake, and the abandoned hulls of several small sailing vessels lie on the sloping beach.

Here, at the mouth of the dry river, they have gathered, fifty or sixty in number, and they pray to him.

They are not human, but clearly they are intelligent. Bipedal, lightly furred in varying shades of rust, orange, tan--one, the tallest, is dark black--they stand at the edge of the barren lake and raise their faces to him.

Their eyes are small, recessed, their noses long, stiff and narrow. If there are ears, they are hidden among the tufts of fine fur covering their heads. Their narrow mouths open and close as they speak to him. Some raise their long, gangly arms to the sun and sky, fingers outstretched. In their gestures, and in their faces, he recognizes their supplication to him, their god.