Xenocide: Volume Three of the Ender Quintet
Orson Scott Card
Language: English
Pages: 592
ISBN: 0812509250
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The war for survival of the planet Lusitania will be fought in the heart of a child named Gloriously Bright.
On Lusitania, Ender found a world where humans and pequininos and the Hive Queen could all live together; where three very different intelligent species could find common ground at last. Or so he thought.
Lusitania also harbors the descolada, a virus that kills all humans it infects, but which the pequininos require in order to become adults. The Startways Congress so fears the effects of the descolada, should it escape from Lusitania, that they have ordered the destruction of the entire planet, and all who live there. The Fleet is on its way, a second xenocide seems inevitable.
Xenocide is the third novel in Orson Scott Card's Ender Quintet.
trouble was, now he had to explain what he meant. “The descolada,” he said. “It’s the most dangerous form of life anywhere.” “The answer to that is quarantine. Not sending a fleet armed with the M.D. Device, so they have the capacity to turn Lusitania and everybody on it into microscopic interstellar dust.” “You’re so sure you’re right?” “I’m sure that it’s wrong for Starways Congress even to contemplate obliterating another sentient species.” “The piggies can’t live without the descolada,”
Wang-mu didn’t hear. “I don’t care what her customs are,” said Wiggin. “The only reason for such bowing is to humiliate one person before another, and I won’t have her bow that way to me. She’s done nothing to be ashamed of. She’s opened up a way of looking at the descolada that might just lead to the salvation of a couple of species.” Wang-mu heard the tone of his voice. He believed this. He was honoring her, right from his own mouth. “Not me,” she protested. “Qing-jao. They were her
whispered. She was reminding him he could do nothing so flamboyant as to die with her. There was little Qing-jao to care for. So Han Fei-tzu answered her seriously. “How can I teach her to be what you are?” “All that is good in me,” said Jiang-qing, “comes from the Path. If you teach her to obey the gods, honor the ancestors, love the people, and serve the rulers, I will be in her as much as you are.” “I would teach her the Path as part of myself,” said Han Fei-tzu. “Not so,” said Jiang-qing.
foot, place her left hand through, then pivot leftward, bringing her left leg backward through the doorway, then her right arm forward. It was complicated and difficult, like a dance, but by moving very slowly and carefully, she did it. The door released her. And though she still felt the pressure of her own filthiness, some of the intensity had faded. It was bearable. She could breathe without gasping, speak without gagging. She went downstairs and rang the little bell outside her father’s
“When oh when can I expect you in my stateroom, Ancient One?” “When I’ve transmitted this essay.” “And how long will that be?” “Sometime after you go away and leave me alone.” With a deep sigh that was more theatre than genuine misery, he padded off down the carpeted corridor. After a moment there came a clanging sound and she heard him yelp in pain. In mock pain, of course; he had accidentally hit the metal beam with his head on the first day of the voyage, but ever since then his collisions