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Pocket World–a geographically small, hidden offshoot of our own reality, sped up or slowed down …
It wasn’t me who had pressed the metaphorical button. I hadn’t been the one. I had just stood by.
I devoured Shroud. This is Adrian Tchaikovsky at his scifi best - truly alien aliens and humans being humans, engrossing drama ensues.
There was no point building everything to last forever. You had to work within a band that said the number of breakdowns you’d get would be outmatched by the resources you were saving by cutting corners in the manufacture. This was what efficiency meant.
— Shroud by Adrian Tchaikovsky
A horrible, almost nauseating feeling came over me that maybe those had actually been the best days of my life.
— Shroud by Adrian Tchaikovsky
I forced myself not to think. Sometimes action is all we have, to stave off despair.
— Shroud by Adrian Tchaikovsky
Cynical of me to think about it in that way, I know, but there was always a good commercial use-case for minimizing the potential rights of whoever’s environment you were destroying.
— Shroud by Adrian Tchaikovsky
Content warning vague spoiler maybe
There had been a series of traumatic, devastating events that cast us down the catastrophe curve into territory where nothing would be all right again.
— Shroud by Adrian Tchaikovsky
Devilment in an engineer is a terrible thing.
— Shroud by Adrian Tchaikovsky
Now he was reminding us all of the abrasively cheerful leadership style he practised, which felt like sandpaper on the frontal lobes.
— Shroud by Adrian Tchaikovsky
The world roared.
— Shroud by Adrian Tchaikovsky
Refusing the queen’s order to gas a crowd of protesters, Minister Shea Ashcroft is banished …
I didn't enjoy this one, and I don't know if I can explain why. The whole thing has kind of a 70s scifi vibe (derogatory). The protagonist is shallow and self-serving, but not in an interesting way. There are interesting things about the world, but we barely explore them because we're chasing the dull protagonist. 🤷
Refusing the queen’s order to gas a crowd of protesters, Minister Shea Ashcroft is banished …
Somebody would say, no, that wasn’t us, that didn’t happen in our time, we’d never stoop so low. And then proceed to do just that.
Refusing the queen’s order to gas a crowd of protesters, Minister Shea Ashcroft is banished …
Someday I will read a book by a russian author that doesn't have alcoholism as a theme
Refusing the queen’s order to gas a crowd of protesters, Minister Shea Ashcroft is banished …
In a world where one met most people only once, heard of them only once, it was easy to imagine what one didn’t know didn’t exist.
Refusing the queen’s order to gas a crowd of protesters, Minister Shea Ashcroft is banished …
Shea Ashcroft stepped from a carriage into the low-lit alley as a mongrel lifted its door knocker of a head from a garbage pile.
