The Blistered Erth

In the forests and deserts and junk-yards, beneath the helicopters and the scorching sun swarm the nations of Erth. Countless lives traffic the jewelled cities and smoky, neon-lit underworlds where the poor bump shoulders with the rich and the dead bump shoulders with the living. Over deserts of glass soar the Fire Kind, collossal hives of nuclear tissue policing the Sun's rays on diamond-scaled wings.