Science fiction's most popular literary writers from Isaac Asimov to Stephen King and Frank Herbert, and the rising stars of today.
Hyderabad's Charminar: The Complete Guide
History and Architecture Hyderabad developed over centuries of prosperous Islamic rule and the Charminar is a signature remnant of this glorious past. It was actually made to be the city's centerpiece when Sultan Muhammad Quli Qutb Shah, the fifth ruler of the Qutb Shahi dynasty, shifted his capital to Hyderabad from nearby Golconda Fort.
My Favorite Fantasy Writers
We all have fantasies, right? I like to think so. As the puny kid we fantasized about scaring the bully in school like Sebastian did in "The Never Ending Story" or maybe as a teenage girl we fantasized about The Goblin King taking us to a whole new world like in "Labyrinth". I love fantasies. A good movie or a good book can help when you're running low on imagination. It's a great escape. It doesn't kill brain cells or make you fat. Fantasies are healthy.
READ BOOKS BASED ON YOUR PERSONALITY & ZODIAC TYPE
You may skip this part, and jump to the books recommended for each zodiac sign, which will be a pleasurable read but you may also miss on vital recommendations of websites you can visit to build up your book shelf with books which you will be certain you can enjoy.
She stood on the sand watching a handful of children rush onto the shore. The water had pulled back a mile or more from where it usually lapped the shore. Kids had already raced out to pluck up the wet shells greedily, using the bottoms of their t-shirts that they stretched out to use as makeshift bags to collect their treasures among the fish that desperately curled their bodies before slapping the sand in a desperate attempt to push themselves back into the water that had abandoned them. A few of the children picked up the flopping fish in their shirts alongside the shells and clams until they had so many that when they ran back the fish were tumbling out from their wet shirts.
Why here? Chrys wondered as she expertly set the flitcar down beside a ruined building, probably a warehouse at one time. So far from the New City that she could barely see the lighted domes of the corphives from the side window of her car. This was so far out into the Barrens that it might once have been at the edge of the legendary “burbs.”
The Water behind the Rock
In the stark, lifeless field of cracked rock and red-orange earth, two figures stood in the shadow of a large rock formation. From a distance, it appeared they had taken refuge from the sun’s plague of heat. But the way they stood was unnatural; lifeless like the desert all around them. For several moments their bodies did not move at all, their attention, transfixed on the ground before them.
On Monday, 0545, Michael Porter received simultaneous alarms from the screen/console in his room and his commcard lying on his bedside table. He tapped the commcard screen then flung the blanket off and padded over to the console. The screen flashed PRIORITY: OCCUPATIONAL again and again. His index finger alternated between staccato taps and graceful swoops on the computer screen. A female head, with copper skin and black hair, delivered the message in an androgyne voice:
The Chosen: aftermath
In the year 2042, a life-altering event took place that shook humankind. This was when more than half the population of Earth were dragged up into the sky in a blinding light and then just disappeared. Without a trace as if God reached down and plucked up these souls and for whatever reason left everyone else. These people were of every color, sex, religion, and from many different countries. Nothing could be proven as to why or how these people were selected. Some were criminals, many were of different faiths, and every color under the sun was represented.
HEROD Pilot Background: [1 Year Now = 1 Second ] A technology war broke out around the world after a pandemic. The war ended with a bright light, ending most of humanity. What most of the survivors do not know is, that the light broke a barrier between technology and the spiritual realm. Refugees were blind sighted and forced under a one world martial law.
The Last Son of Eden
The last Child of Eden Ramon Bernard I'm so bored here in Eden, Father died long ago and mother soon after. I was alone for a long time. I was born here yet I know many things I shouldn’t. Math, Train, fireworks, Pasta, even ice cream. I know all about those things.
Funny thing about the Dixton was that once you caught it, you were branded like cattle. An odd, little blister would develop around your wrist like a bracelet immediately identifying you as infected. As horrifying as the Dixton was for its inevitable doom thrust upon its victims, it also gave some a strange sense of peace. The Dixton was a guaranteed death but you would have time and other than the fear it pierced you with, it offered no real physical symptoms or pain. Essentially, if you could accept your demise, your death could be as peaceful as possible. Accepting death was no one’s first inclination but as years passed, it became “all the rage”. I watched humanity’s religions change overnight to now peddle Dixton as “God’s answer to the pain of death”, I saw therapies for acceptance become something as common as going to the grocery store. After the initial shock and dismay of the first year of Dixton, I started to see humanity accept Dixton as somewhat of a relief. One of the most famous ways of coping with the Dixton was a place called Nevergone.
Intro E US 031205 Hunting Party The party settles on the adjacent ridge to a12 and j11; opposite of the mountain, separated by jagged cliffs worn by centuries and erosion. The party is on their mission, gathered together in the crux of a fallen tree. Hunting is the only way to ensure animal protein in this time of confusion. In the wake of the fall of CORP minimally unaffected by genetic modified organisms GMO, compounds that have infused themselves with the modified food supply when ancienne scientists thought they were part of the hunger solution. The nordic wind brushes the beards of the group while toques cover the heads of all, containing the body warmth within. A youth looks through the night tech as a small doe raises her head in efforts to sniff out any intruders in the deep forest. The doe and the rest of the herd are calm, for now. The youth moves the drone sight as she rotates its body SUD, the scent of the pack that stalks the herd of white tail, evades her watch.