|Does it bother you to think of anti-abortionists murdering doctors in the name of life?
Or of religious extremists slaughtering innocents in the name of peace?
Or of environmentalists blowing up nuclear power plants to save the environment?
What? You say environmentalists may be willing to spike trees and kill or maim sawmill operators, but they aren't about to do that?
Well... Okay... Not yet, anyway...
But read Firefight!
"Well, hot damn! Tom Easton has made science fiction fun again! Every science fiction writer has one story like this buried deep within him. Tom's just tiptoed out, and we all ought to be thankful for it."
Mike Resnick, award-winning author of
Kirinyaga, Santiago, Paradise, and many more.
"A complex and sometimes oddly humorous story about intrigues, conspiracies, confused motivations, duplicity, and revelation. This one's fun..."
--Science Fiction Chronicle, August 2002.
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|"...non-stop adventure mixed with dire 'if this goes on. . .' extrapolations given a chilling verisimilitude thanks to Professor Easton's background in the biological/ecological sciences. ... never less than entertaining, often thought-provoking... "|
Bruce Canwell, Tomorrowsf
(reviewing the electronic edition)
"... a talent for creating vivid atmosphere and colorful characters."
--Bill Bushnell, Central Maine Newspapers
"An inventive, exciting, and occasionally depressing story that sometimes makes you wonder if the human race is worth saving."
--Don D'Ammassa, Science Fiction Chronicle
In Unto the Last Generation, Felix Webb and his friends--alive and dead--learned the value of knowledge in a post-disaster world. Now they are off to find the ruins of the state university despite the efforts of religious fanatics to stop them. But the university isn't in ruins and a surprise is waiting…
Glittering objects clung to the Havener's clothes despite all his efforts to escape them. His kilt fell from his waist. His hair and beard fell from his head in large swatches. His skin bloomed with red spots and lines.
Several screams beside the door announced that the same fate was befalling those Haveners that had reached the building's wall. Searaker Jameson leaped desperately into view, already naked and bleeding from a hundred cuts, flailing at his tormentors, an armada of tiny machines, each one applying scissors-like jaws to everything it could reach. He roared with pain, and when he saw the building's door, he raised his knife and charged. Luanna stopped him with an arrow.
The sequel . . .
Insane genetic engineering
Maine tall tales--
But science fiction!
Ring your chimes!