Orson Scott Card
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The American Empire has grown too fast, and the fault lines at home are stressed to the breaking point. The war of words between Right and Left has collapsed into a shooting war, though most people just want to be left alone.
The battle rages between the high-technology weapons on one side, and militia foot-soldiers on the other, devastating the cities, and overrunning the countryside. But the vast majority, who only want the killing to stop, and the nation to return to more peaceful days, have technology, weapons and strategic geniuses of their own.
When the American dream shatters into violence, who can hold the people and the government together? And which side will you be on?
Orson Scott Card is a master storyteller, who has earned millions of fans and reams of praise for his previous science fiction and fantasy novels. Now he steps a little closer to the present day with this chilling look at a near future scenario of a new American Civil War.
been detected? Even if they couldn’t decode the scrambled signal, they’d know somebody was there. But the boat pulled up to the little dock on the island. And waited. And waited. The driver of the boat didn’t seem particularly alert. Like a cabdriver waiting for a fare. The door of the cabin opened. Four men came out. “Is any of them Verus?” asked Cole. Cat looked through his binoculars. “No,” he said. “You recognize any of them?” Cole took the binoculars. The men wore suits. He thought he
them. A week later, it was Mingo and Benny. Same thing, with pictures this time. They’d made a scrapbook and they left it with them. Babe came alone a few days later. He had made a DVD of a slide show about Reuben. It was really funny. And sweet. At the door, as he was leaving, she asked him, “Did you guys draw lots? Take turns?” “Oh, did the other guys already come? Have we been pestering you?” “No, no,” she said. “I love you guys for this. Reuben never talked about his work, not with the
as human beings with legitimate, virtuous concerns, will lead us to tragedies whose cost we will bear for generations. Or, maybe, we can just calm down and stop thinking that our own ideas are so precious that we must never give an inch to accommodate the heartfelt beliefs of others. How can we accomplish that? It begins by scorning the voices of extremism from the camp we are aligned with. Democrats and Republicans must renounce the screamers and haters from their own side instead of
United States and turned them over to your superiors at the Pentagon. But you also fear that you’re being observed even when you come out to the tip of Hain’s Point, a city park where a bunch of schoolchildren climb all over the statue of a giant rising out of the earth.” Reuben waited for his conclusion. “This spot is part of the plan?” said Coleman. “Part of the best plan. The simplest. The surest. Oh, lots can still go wrong. But each part of it is well within the reach of any terrorist
couldn’t get it through the state legislatures, so they learned their lesson. No more amendments! Just take over the courts and make them the dictators. Make them tell us that the Constitution says the opposite of the words on the paper and then it will take a constitutional amendment to set things back to rights!” Cole hated it when people talked like this. Because sure, he felt like this a lot of the time, but he didn’t like hearing somebody say it this way. Angrily. Abusively. Cole might hate