(Dark Harvest)
Fine, crystalline powder lay scattered along the cracked molding between the mattress and the wall. The tiny white grains met crumpled tissues and hairballs under the lip of a dingy fitted sheet. They sparkled incongruously along a thin trail across the floor of Derek’s shabby room, reflecting where, it seemed to Derek, there wasn’t any light.
The ripped...
Millennia ago the Five Galaxies decreed the planet Jijo off limits. But in the last thousand years six races have begun resettling Jijo, embracing a pre-industrial life to hide their existence from the Galactics. Overcoming their differences, the Six have built a society based on mutual tolerance for one another and respect for the planet they live on. But that has all changed...
Weaving an epic of complex dimensions, David Brin plaits initially divergent story lines, all set in the year 2038, into an outstandingly satisfying novel. At the center is a type of mystery: after a failed murder attempt, a group of people try to save the victim, recover the murder weapon, identify the guilty party and fend off other assassins, all the while being led through n+1...
Twenty-six months before her second birthday, Maia learned the true difference between winter and summer. It wasn't simply the weather, or the way hot-season lightning storms used to crackle amid tall ships anchored in the harbor. Nor even the eye-tingling stab of Wengel — so distinct from other stars. The real difference was much more personal. "I can't play with you no more,"...
It was exactly seven A.M. when Federman finished typing the last data entry. The small console flashed a confirmation and, several miles away, the central processor began correlating the results of the previous evening’s observation run. Federman winced as he stretched in the swivel chair, his spine cracking. Age seemed to make every strain and pop a cruel reminder, as if decay...
Just about everyone’s had a day when they’ve wished it were possible to send an alternate self to take care of unpleasant or tedious errands while the real self takes it easy. In Kiln People, David Brin’s sci-fi-meets-noir novel, this wish has come true. In Brin’s imagined future, folks are able to make inexpensive, disposable clay copies of themselves. These golems or dittos live...
Ing to get my attention. Seeker, listen! Her electronic voice hisses over the ancient cables. The little living ones are near, Seeker! Even now they explore this belt of asteroids, picking through the rocks and ruins. You can hear them as they browse over each new discovery! Soon they will find us here! Do you hear me, Seeker? It is time to decide what to do! Awaiter’s makers...
I lean here against this polished wooden surface, while the drums pound and the smoke blows around, and my mind feels like a wild thing, completely out of control. For days I’ve hardly slept, dreading the dreams that have come back… eyes in the sky and a fiery mountainside. Even as I stand here, this damned day keeps throwing memories at me, like soggy rags dragged out of a...
Won Hugo Award for Best Novel in 1984
Won Nebula Award for Best Novel in 1983
Prologue.
Streaker is limping like a dog on three legs.
We took a chancy jump through overdrive yesterday, a step ahead of the Galactics who are chasing us. The one probability coil that had survived the Morgran battle groaned and complained, but finally delivered us here, to the shallow gravity...
No species has ever reached for the stars without the guidance of a patron — except perhaps mankind. Did some mysterious race begin the uplift of humanity aeons ago? Circling the sun, under the caverns of Mercury, Expedition Sundiver prepares for the most momentous voyage in history — a journey into the boiling inferno of the sun.
The book was nominated for Locus Award for Best...
They finally fired Bylinsky. I was up to my knees in agrisludge, a frothy brown mess at the bottom of my personal greenhouse tank, when I heard the remark. For a moment I thought I had imagined it. Your hearing plays tricks when you’re wading around in mucky water, barely held to the floor by under a hundredth of a gee. I was groping in the goo, trying to find whatever had...
Another damn ritual club was holding a parade through Trafalgar Square when the floater-cab carrying Dan AnMan and Hamilton Smith entered the traffic circle. Hamilton stared gloomily at the parade as the robot taxi changed lanes, neatly dodging the brightly clad celebrants. Bloody damn boring ritual clubs, Hamilton muttered to himself. This one seemed to have a Middle Eastern...
You can’t get there from here. At the time, Pavlos Apropoulos thought his American friend was joking. Now he wasn’t so sure. Try it and see, Frank had said. It’s less than 250 kilometers from Athens, and I’ll bet you can’t even get close to it! That had been easy enough for Frank to say, sitting in the comfort of Pavlos’s Athens apartment. He wasn’t going to be the one who went...
Gordon Krantz survived the Doomwar only to spend years crossing a post-apocalypse United States looking for something or someone he could believe in again. Ironically, when he's inadvertently forced to assume the made-up role of a Restored United States postal inspector, he becomes the very thing he's been seeking: a symbol of hope and rebirth for a desperate nation. Gordon goes...
Billions of years ago, an alien race known as the Progenitors began the genetically engineered techniques by which non-intelligent creatures are given intelligence by one of the higher races in the galaxy. Once Uplifted, these creature must serve their patron race before they, in turn, can Uplift other races. Human intelligence, which developed by itself (and brought about the...
Bantam Books, 1980. In all the universe, no species reached for the stars without “uplift” guidance, except possibly humankind. Did some cryptic patron race begin the job long ago, then abandon us? Or did we leap all by ourselves? That question burns, yet a greater mystery looms ahead, in the furnace of a star. Under the caverns of Mercury, Expedition Sundiver prepares for the...
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