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“Even as a child, Adele Mundy had known the fighting would never be over. If there wasn’t a battle raging at this place now, there were battles going on elsewhere and would always be battles until there was no longer a species called Man in the universe.”

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Lt. Leary, Commanding

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David Drake
David Drake

David Drake, born on September 24, 1945, is an American science fiction author known for his unique worldviews and profound philosophical insights. His works have been well-received by readers for their imaginative storytelling and deep reflections on the future of humanity. more

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“It is my desperate wish to walk in something bigger than myself simply because to walk in myself is to live a life of small circles and ever-tightening walls. I am dying to walk in something bigger than all of mankind combined because in walking with mankind I am repeatedly faced with the very same circles and exact same walls. I wish neither of these. Rather, I want to walk in God because in Him there are no circles, walls are unknown, and horizons are the theme of everything He does.”

“I could see the road ahead of me. I was poor and I was going to stay poor. But I didn’t particularly want money. I didn’t know what I wanted. Yes, I did. I wanted someplace to hide out, someplace where one didn’t have to do anything. The thought of being something didn’t only appall me, it sickened me. The thought of being a lawyer or a councilman or an engineer, anything like that, seemed impossible to me. To get married, to have children, to get trapped in the family structure. To go someplace to work every day and to return. It was impossible. To do things, simple things, to be part of family picnics, Christmas, the 4th of July, Labor Day, Mother’s Day … was a man born just to endure those things and then die? I would rather be a dishwasher, return alone to a tiny room and drink myself to sleep.”

“Mon général,” Mathieu said quietly, “ever since Greek mythology, Prometheus, Sisyphus, and then Faust, and all the rest— not forgetting, of course, The Sorcerer’s Apprentice and other fables— everything, including Oedipus and atom, everything, has always begun as a poetic license, as a . . . metaphor and then invariably it became a hard, down-to-earth reality. The whole purpose of science, indeed, seems to be a validation of metaphors. Sodom and Gomorrah, materialistic West and materialistic East, all the parables and fables . . . as if all the metaphors were pointing to some historical and scientific truth. Mankind told itself everything about itself almost from the start, but it never believed it. If it comes to perish one day, it will be through sheer disbelief . . .”