The End is Nigh (The Apocalypse Triptych, Volume 1)

The End is Nigh (The Apocalypse Triptych, Volume 1)

Language: English

Pages: 297

ISBN: 2:00222792

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Famine. Death. War. Pestilence. These are the harbingers of the biblical apocalypse, of the End of the World. In science fiction, the end is triggered by less figurative means: nuclear holocaust, biological warfare/pandemic, ecological disaster, or cosmological cataclysm.

But before any catastrophe, there are people who see it coming. During, there are heroes who fight against it. And after, there are the survivors who persevere and try to rebuild. THE APOCALYPSE TRIPTYCH will tell their stories.

Edited by acclaimed anthologist John Joseph Adams and bestselling author Hugh Howey, THE APOCALYPSE TRIPTYCH is a series of three anthologies of apocalyptic fiction. THE END IS NIGH focuses on life before the apocalypse. THE END IS NOW turns its attention to life during the apocalypse. And THE END HAS COME focuses on life after the apocalypse.

Volume one of The Apocalypse Triptych, THE END IS NIGH, features all-new, never-before-published works by Hugh Howey, Paolo Bacigalupi, Jamie Ford, Seanan McGuire, Tananarive Due, Jonathan Maberry, Scott Sigler, Robin Wasserman, Nancy Kress, Charlie Jane Anders, Ken Liu, and many others.
Post-apocalyptic fiction is about worlds that have already burned. Apocalyptic fiction is about worlds that are burning. THE END IS NIGH is about the match.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS: Introduction by John Joseph Adams | "The Balm and the Wound" by Robin Wasserman | "Heaven is a Place on Planet X" by Desirina Boskovich | "Break! Break! Break!" by Charlie Jane Anders | "The Gods Will Not Be Chained" by Ken Liu | "Wedding Day" by Jake Kerr | "Removal Order" by Tananarive Due | "System Reset" by Tobias S. Buckell | "This Unkempt World is Falling to Pieces" by Jamie Ford | "BRING HER TO ME" by Ben H. Winters | "In the Air" by Hugh Howey | "Goodnight Moon" by Annie Bellet | "Dancing with Death in the Land of Nod" by Will McIntosh | "Houses Without Air" by Megan Arkenberg | "The Fifth Day of Deer Camp" by Scott Sigler | "Enjoy the Moment" by Jack McDevitt | "Pretty Soon the Four Horsemen are Going to Come Riding Through" by Nancy Kress | "Spores" by Seanan McGuire | "She's Got a Ticket to Ride" by Jonathan Maberry | "Agent Unknown" by David Wellington | "Enlightenment" by Matthew Mather | "Shooting the Apocalypse" by Paolo Bacigalupi | "Love Perverts" by Sarah Langan.

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at the subject’s face and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. The subject crawled closer. In another second it was going to bite him. Whitman kicked at it but the subject just grabbed his ankle and leaned in to bite his leg. Safety. The safety must be on. Whitman found a little lever on the side of the gun. Flipped it down. The subject’s teeth were inches from Whitman’s flesh. He blew its head off. Blood and brain tissue went everywhere, some of it flecking Whitman’s face. He clamped his

Diving deeper into the dead man’s world. Capturing scuffed-up boots and plastic prayer beads. He hummed to himself as he worked, talking to his subject, coaxing the best out of the corpse. “You don’t know it, but you’re damn lucky I came along,” Timo said. “If one of those citizen journalist pendejo lice got you first, they wouldn’t have treated you right. They’d shoot a couple shitty frames and upload them social. Maybe sell a Instagram pic to the blood rags . . . but they ain’t quality. Me?

Lucy was staring at him, hard. “If you’ve got something you want to say, you should be man enough to say it.” Man enough? Oh, hell no. “Okay,” Timo said. “I think you played me.” “Played you how?” “Seriously? You going to keep at it? I’m on to you, girl. You act all wet, and you get people to help you out. You get people to do shit they wouldn’t normally do. You act all nice, like you’re all new and like you’re just getting your feet under you, but that’s just an act.” “So what?” Lucy said.

themselves into mountain warriors, the kid at their fore, a pipsqueak Napoleon commanding his troops. They were disciplined in their mission, wild with abandon in everything else. Christian temperance gave sway to desire, to what the hell, to affairs and drunken revels, to one rumored orgy and two suicides. They honestly believed it was all coming to an end: Because I’d told them I dreamed it—and because the kid really had. He’d stopped having nightmares, stopped asking questions. Now he was the

had pulled through that gate with this hell-virus crawling through their town. The marquee said they were showing Green Lantern tonight, but Johnny went back to the claustrophobic little office next to the restroom and pulled the reels for Ghostbusters out of a pile of old films his dad had bought on Ebay a month before they opened. He didn’t think he could sit through GL again, but a comedy, especially an old, actually funny comedy, fit the bill. Johnny sat in his Mustang while Pop manned the

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