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Vitus Adamson is falling apart. As a pre-deceased private investigator, he takes the prescription Atroxipine hourly to keep his undead body upright and functioning. Whenever he is injured, he seeks Niko, a bombshell mortician with bedroom eyes and a way with corpses, to piece him back together. Decomposition, however, is the least of his worries when two clients posing his most dangerous job yet appear at his door looking for their lost son.

After the arrival of the multiversal monopoly BuyMort, life got brutal. All systems were through BuyMort. All currency was through BuyMort. All sales were through BuyMort. You could resist, you could compete, but it didn’t really matter because in the end you used BuyMort—or you perished. BuyMort be praised. But not everyone’s happy with the new system. Some, even, want to see it destroyed. It’s quick. It’s convenient. And it will help people kill you and your family as readily as it will help them sell you knickknacks for a quick mortie.

In the same week, Marlen and Hilda’s family receives two significant pieces of news: One, Marlen has been diagnosed with a terminal illness. Two, a cosmic blast is set to render humanity extinct within a matter of months. It seems the coming Christmas on their Saskatchewan farm could be everyone’s last. Preparing for the inevitable, they navigate the time they have left together. Marlen and Hilda channel their energy into improbably prophetic works of art. Hilda’s elderly father receives a longed-for visitor from his past.

En un lloc sense nom i en una època indeterminada, aïllat enmig d'una natura inquietantment humana, viu un poble sotmès a una llei rigorosa i a la vigilància constant de dues amenaces: els caramens, uns éssers que no ha vist mai ningú, i les envestides del riu, que amenaça d'endur-se les cases. Les mares turmenten el desig de les criatures amb punxons de ferro. Els homes turmenten el desig de les mares embenant-los els ulls. El ferrer, que és qui mana, fabrica argolles per assegurar-se que la por sigui sempre més forta que el desig.

Milano è una mappa che non leggerò. Da qui si vedono il centro e il confine, e non si riesce a guadagnare il senso di quel che è accaduto. Penso a te, alla tua casa, alla tua storia. Penso a quello che vorrei. Penso che sono vecchia. Penso che a volte non sarebbe male essere solo una cosa. Funzionante e perfetta. E senza pensieri.

Ludzie są zaganiani jak owce na rzeź. A ich jedyną nadzieją na przetrwanie jest drużyna, która właśnie opuściła planetę. Po udanej misji zniszczenia pierścienia łowców niewolników w Nowym Jorku, Wic i członkowie Drużyny Widm przechodzą przez pierścień na Antarktydzie i znajdują się w głębi Imperium Androchidan. Ale gdy zakres operacji obcego gatunku staje się oczywisty, Drużyna Widm zdaje sobie sprawę, że nie mogą stać z boku, kiedy ludzkość jest zmuszana do uległości. Należy dołożyć wszelkich starań, aby spowolnić postęp wroga, o ile nie uda się powstrzymać go całkowicie.

A scavenger robot wanders in the wasteland created by a war that has destroyed humanity in this evocative post-apocalyptic ""robot western"" from the critically acclaimed author, screenwriter, and noted film critic. It’s been thirty years since the apocalypse and fifteen years since the murder...

As the cosmos reels, the precarious balance of BuyMort is on the brink of collapse. The Sleem have fallen, leaving a power vacuum that echoes across the multiverse. New threats loom as the Church initiates a desperate crusade, not just for dominance but for survival. Facing them? Tyson Dawes, the Windowpuncher, Warlord of Nu-Earth, and CEO of Silken Sands. Meeting the relics of the Church with relics of his own, tricking, baiting, and battling the tremendous power of the Beholders, some say he has gone too far.

Perché un paladino in copertina? Certamente perché il racconto, intrigante e pieno di atmosfera, è ambientato in Sicilia - ma tranquilli, di dialetto ce n'è poco. Quanto basta, "come il sale", secondo una lettrice di Parma. Ma c'è un secondo motivo. In tutti i racconti tratti da "Pilipintò - Racconti da bagno per Siciliani e non", come questo "I moti del 2048" che state per ascoltare dalla mia voce, troverete trame e capovolgimenti di prospettiva.

Storskalig terrorattack, influensapandemi och ett kollapsat Wall Street. New York är en skugga av sitt forna jag. Medan staden kämpar sig upp ur vrakresterna intar en namnlös man stadsbiblioteket på 42nd Street. En man med tvångssyndrom, en stor kärlek till litteratur och en komplicerad moralkod. Minnet sviktar och inte ens han själv känner till hemligheten om sitt eget mörka förflutna.

Siglo XXII. El anhelo por alcanzar la máxima longevidad y la esperanza de la inmortalidad se encuentran en examen. Dos mil ciento cuarenta y siete seres humanos esperan ser deshibernados, una vez encontrada la cura a sus enfermedades y superadas sus limitaciones heredadas de los siglos pasados. Pero la nueva legislación impide la práctica de la hibernación y el futuro de los ya hibernados que esperan su vuelta a la vida es incierto.

Ich weiß, dass ich ein Verlier bin...Einer jener Menschen, die nach viel streben, nichts erreichen und nie wissen, worum es wirklich geht...