A war rages. On Earth. On Baker.
And in the heart of Senor Angelo Osic.
novel, 16 hours running time
A dusty gray hovercraft floated to a stop in front of my booth in the feria. As its door flipped open, an emaciated woman struggled up from the shadows within and into the stabbing daylight. A strange feeling swept over me, the physical shock one feels upon recognizing an old friend whose face has been marred by tragedies. I searched my memory for an elusive name. Her head slumped and rolled from side to side as she moved. Sweat stained the armpits of her black skinsuit, and blood dripped from the bandaged stump at the end of her right arm. An old mestizo woman backed away from her, made the sign of the cross , and muttered, "Que horror!" A small boy gaped at the thin woman and moaned, "Una bruja!" and the crowd murmured in agreement that this walking skeleton must be a witch.
"Since I know how well ideals evolve from age to age, from culture to culture, I wanted the novel to reflect the fact that our descendants will think differently than we do, that they will be alien. Therefore, I wanted to write a novel where moral codes were extrapolated based on current trends-something I've never seen done before."(David Farland)