The End is Nigh (The Apocalypse Triptych, Volume 1)
Language: English
Pages: 245
ISBN: 2:00222789
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.
all treat the Texans.” “Shit.” Timo took a slug from his beer. “They deserve it. I was down there, remember? I saw them all running around like ants after Hurricane Violet fucked them up. Saw their towns drying up. Hell, everybody who wasn’t Texas Forever saw that shit coming down. And there they all were, praying to God to save their righteous Texan asses.” He took another slug of beer. “No pity for those fools. They brought their apocalypse down on their own damn selves. And now they want to
the last few precious moments we could have together. “But drop something, even if it is some of the local stuff.” I set the table as we talk. “We should spend time together, before—” I don’t finish the sentence. It’s hard to talk about the impact, now only six months away, when there is only a remote hope that we will escape. “Okay,” Lynn replies, and I pause to stare at her. I expected her to push back. “Life is shit right now, but it’s not total shit.” She looks tired and stressed. The
lead shit if all our toys are dead,” I say, stepping forward. I can’t recall the missiles, I can’t change where they are headed. I need more time to understand how to undo it all, and time is something we don’t have. Toto pokes around at the laptops as I stare in horror at Haswell. “There’s an exclusion zone programmed into the bursts,” Haswell explains. “A place that already has the facilities, the technologies, the right people to lead. We will be a beacon in the dark. Unlike the Neanderthals
sounded like sirens in the distance and the muffled cries of people shouting. He couldn’t quite accept that the world was ending, but he recognized fear when he saw it, when he felt it. “Darling, Daring . . . Dying.” Lucy sniffled. “I don’t want to die . . . want to die . . .” “We’re not dead yet.” Darwin tried to talk about something—anything—to fill the silence, the dread of not knowing. “You know, my last name is Qi. It’s sometimes a lucky name because in Chinese it means life, or breath, or
absence, the cruelest imaginable absence. Does it mean what his wife insists, that they must allow the child to die, like everyone, and that she will be brought through? Or does it mean, as Kenneth fears, that if he trusts God he must trust Him like Abraham. He must trust Him all the way: Report his own daughter’s deafness, her defect, and abandon her. Allow her to be left behind so the process is not ruined for all the rest. BRING HER TO ME. He knows what is right. Time is running out.