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    No Flight Without the Shatter: A Tor.com Original
    No Flight Without the Shatter: A Tor.com Original
    No Flight Without the Shatter: A Tor.com Original
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    No Flight Without the Shatter: A Tor.com Original

    By Brooke Bolander

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    From the wondrous mind of Brooke Bolander, the author of The Only Harmless Great Thing, who "shares literary DNA with Le Guin" (John Scalzi).

    After the world's end, the last young human learns a final lesson from Earth's remaining animals.

    At the Publisher's request, this title is being sold without Digital Rights Management Software (DRM) applied.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMacmillan Publishers
    Release dateAug 15, 2018
    ISBN9781250312426
    No Flight Without the Shatter: A Tor.com Original

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      No Flight Without the Shatter - Brooke Bolander

      NO FLIGHT WITHOUT THE SHATTER

      Pretend you are the land. Pretend you are a place far away, the last vibrant V of green and gold and tessellated rock before the sea and sky slither south unchecked for three thousand lonesome turns of a tern’s wing. Once upon a time the waters rose to cut you off from your mother continent, better independence through drowning. Some day soon, when the ice across the ocean turns to hungry waves, all the rest will follow, sliding beneath an oil-slick surface as warm and empty as a mortician’s handshake.

      But that does not concern us—yet. You are the land, and today you are here to bear witness to a story four million years in the telling as she closes her eyes for the final time, striped haunches slowing their rise and fall as entropy hoists another tattered victory flag.

      Thylacinus: from the Greek thýlakos, meaning pouch or sack. You have made her into your own image, a unique beast neither wolf nor tiger but its own striped singularity. No one at the zoo is qualified to sex such a creature. They dub her Benjamin, short omnivorous ape jaws unequipped to pronounce her true name even if anyone ever thought to ask.

      The cage is very hot. There is no shade. When night falls there will be no shelter against the unseasonable cold. She paces and pants, her shadow writing the future across concrete in angular calligraphy. Beyond and through the chicken wire bland faces peer, unable to make any sense of the warning in her trot, the glassiness in her staring

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