"WE'RE GOING TO FIND OUT MORE, AND THEN WE'RE GOING TO FIGHT! It was enough to curdle the blood. Haendl was proposing to fight-against the invulnerable, the almost godlike Pyramids! Haendl stood up. "Tropile, that's what this is all about!" He gestured around him. "Guns, tanks, airplanes-it's going to be us against them. Never mind the Sheep; they don't count. It's going to be Pyramids and Wolves, and the Pyramids won't win. And then-" He was glowing, and the fever was contagious. Tropile felt his own blood begin to pound. Haendl hadn't finished his "and then-", but he didn't have to. It was obvious. And then the Earth would go back to its own solar system, and an end to the five-year cycle of frost and hunger. And then the Wolves would rule a world worth ruling. This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental.
