Orson Scott Card's InterGalactic Medicine Show (v. 1)
Eric James Stone, Bradley P. Beaulieu, James Maxey, Scott M. Roberts
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Bestselling writer Orson Scott Card founded the online magazine Intergalactic Medicine Show in 2006. It has been a big success, drawing submissions from well-known sf and fantasy writers, as well as fostering some amazing new talents. This collection contains some of the best of those stories from the past year.
There is fiction from David Farber, Tim Pratt, and David Lubar among others, also four new Ender's Game universe stories by Card himself. This collection is sure to appeal to Card's fans, and be a great ambassador to them for these other talented writers.
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cars glided silently by, their tires hissing on the pavement, though there were some that had no tires and merely hovered over the concrete of the road. “Where are all the people and bicycles?” asked Tzu. “Behind the house is a back road,” said Father. “Where poor people go about their business. This is the main road. It connects to the highway. These cars could be going anywhere. Xiangfan. Zhengzhou. Kaifeng. Even Wuhan or Beijing or Shanghai. Great cities, where powerful people live. Millions
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