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Winner of the 2020 Hugo Award for Best Novel.
Arkady Martine's A Memory Called Empire is one of the hottest science fiction debuts around. For those who loved Ann Leckie's epic space opera Ancillary Justice, Tamsyn Muir's Gideon the Ninth and Iain M. Banks’s Culture novels.
Shortlisted for the 2020 Arthur C. Clarke Award.
Shortlisted for the 2019 Goodreads Choice Awards.
In a war of lies she seeks the truth . . .
Ambassador Mahit Dzmare travels to the Teixcalaanli Empire’s interstellar capital, eager to take up her new post. Yet when she arrives, she discovers her predecessor was murdered. But no one will admit his death wasn’t accidental – and she might be next.
Now Mahit must navigate the capital’s enticing yet deadly halls of power, to discover dangerous truths. And while she hunts for the killer, Mahit must somehow prevent the rapacious Empire from annexing her home: a small, fiercely independent mining station.
As she sinks deeper into an alien culture that is all too seductive, Mahit engages in intrigues of her own. For she’s hiding an extraordinary technological secret, one which might destroy her station and its way of life. Or it might save them from annihilation.
A Memory Called Empire is followed by A Desolation Called Peace in the Teixcalaan duology.
'A Memory Called Empire perfectly balances action and intrigue with matters of empire and identity. All-round brilliant space opera, I absolutely loved it' – Ann Leckie, author of Ancillary Justice
‘Contender for debut of the year’ - SFX Magazine
A Desolation Called Peace is the spectacular space opera sequel to A Memory Called Empire by Arkady Martine, winner of the 2020 Hugo Award for Best Novel.
An alien terror could spell our end.
An alien threat lurks on the edges of Teixcalaanli space. No one can communicate with it, no one can destroy it, and Fleet Captain Nine Hibiscus is supposed to win a war against it.
In a desperate attempt to find a diplomatic solution, the fleet captain has sent for an envoy to contact the mysterious invaders. Now Mahit Dzmare and Three Seagrass – both still reeling from the recent upheaval in the Empire – face an impossible task: they must attempt to negotiate with a hostile entity, without inadvertently triggering the destruction of themselves and the Empire.
Whether they succeed or fail could change the face of Teixcalaan forever.
‘All-round brilliant space opera, I absolutely loved it’ Ann Leckie on A Memory Called Empire
‘A cutting, beautiful, human adventure . . . The best SF novel I’ve read in the last five years’ Yoon Ha Lee on A Memory Called Empire
Featuring new fiction by Elizabeth Bear, S.B. Divya, Arkady Martine, Marissa Lingen, Sunny Moraine, Vivian Shaw, and R.K. Kalaw, reprinted fiction by Vandana Singh, essays by Fran Wilde, John Wiswell, Iori Kusano, Rebecca Roanhorse, and Sarah Monette, and poetry by Sofia Samatar & Del Samatar, Nitoo Das, Sonya Taaffe, and Ana Hurtado, interviews with S.B. Divya and Sunny Moraine by Caroline M. Yoachim, a cover by Tran Nguyen, and an editorial by Lynne M. Thomas and Michael Damian Thomas.
Table of Contents
· Coming of Age in A Visual World by Ajapa Sharma
· Ruin Marble by Arkady Martine
· Datsue-Ba by Eliza Chan
· The Tailings by Brian Daniel Green
· Champollion’s Foot by Haris A. Durrani
· Instructions for Astronauts by Michael Janairo
· Three Poems by Ingrid Jendrzejewski
· family (a form somehow must) by Gwynne Garfinkle
· How to build a woman, sodden flowered and strong by Hester J. Rook
· The Santa Monica Prophecies: A Collaborative Triptych by Layla Al-Bedawi, Holly Lyn Walrath & Bonnie Jo Stufflebeam
· Her Broken Shadow: How I Made a Science-Fiction Feature Film in East Africa by Dilman Dila
· From the Ruins of the Quake by Ashim Shakya
· An Indian Architecture Student’s Art Journal by Ashish Mathew Mammen
· Two Visual Poems by Holly Lyn Walrath
· Robots, Ghosts, and Dreams: Some Preoccupations of World SF by Rachel Cordasco
· Aliens with a Human Face: The Human-like Non-Humans of Doctor Who by Urna Mukherjee
· Asian Monsters, Edited by Margrét Helgadóttir by Ajapa Sharma
· The Collected Poems of Bruce Boston: Dark Roads and Brief Encounters With My Third Eye by Salik Shah
Edited by Salik Shah and Ajapa Sharma
Our five May stories contain unique voices that will carry readers to beautiful and tragic places, be it to distant star empires, robot-infested cities, the cracked world in the wake of an earthquake, or the inner chambers of the human heart.
All the Colors You Thought Were Kings, by Arkady Martine
Moonrise glitters dull on the sides of the ship that'll take you away. She's down by the water, her belly kissing the sand and her skinny landing-legs stuck out like a crab. You and Tamar watched her land, stayed up half the night like babies staring at their first meteor storm, peeking over the railings of Tamar's balcony and marveling at how the falling star-glimmer lit up the lights under your skins like an echo. You two have been full up with starstuff for as long as you've been old enough to go outside the crèche by yourselves. Now you're almost home.
Suicide Bots, by Bentley A. Reese
The car won't go faster. Why won't it go faster? It needs to go faster. We're laughing. I grind my foot against the gas pedal. I stand half off my seat and lay into it. I scream at the gas. The gas is no good. The gas needs to go faster. I hear plastic snap and the pedal breaks under my foot—we go a wild two-thirty. We fly across the road. The Mustang's engine punches out of the hood. A steaming, choking monster, it wants us to want it. I wanna ride it. I want to ride the engine screaming and burning into stupid oblivion. I'll rut the world so it remembers I existed. So I remember that I existed.
Define Symbiont, by Rich Larson
They are running the perimeter again, slipping in and out of cover, sun and shadow. Pilar knows the route by rote: crouch here, dash there, slow then quick. While they run, she ticks up and down the list of emergency overrides, because it has become a ritual to her over the course of the long nightmare, a rosary under her chafed-skinless fingertips
An Atlas in Sgraffito Style, by A.J. Fitzwater
It's the third month after the cities collide when the women dance out of the walls. They are the worthy women, the terrible, bright, ugly, and genius. Terrifying puppet vandals.
.subroutine:all///end, by Rachael Acks
The first despairing sob of Helen’s cracked voice registers, matches waveforms, and executes number 88 out of my 2,102 hanging subroutines.