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ec6de6b
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Robert Neville looked out over the new people of the earth. He knew he did not belong to them; he knew that, like the vampires, he was anathema and black terror to be destroyed. And, abruptly, the concept came, amusing to him even in his pain. ... Full circle. A new terror born in death, a new superstition entering the unassailable fortress of forever. I am legend.
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sf-masterworks
richard-matheson
post-apocalyptic
sci-fi
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Richard Matheson |
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744201b
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He stood there for a moment looking around the silent room, shaking his head slowly. All these books, he thought, the residue of a planet's intellect, the scrapings of futile minds, the leftovers, the potpourri of artifacts that had no power to save men from perishing.
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i-am-legend
existential
post-apocalyptic
plague
sci-fi
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Richard Matheson |
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6b07ec6
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Every day is a lie, he said. But you are dying. That is not a lie.
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death
life
road
post-apocalyptic
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Cormac McCarthy |
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d7d1dc7
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Liberty and Freedom are complex concepts. They go back to religious ideas of Free Will and are related to the Ruler Mystique implicit in absolute monarchs. Without absolute monarchs patterned after the Old Gods and ruling by the grace of a belief in religious indulgence, Liberty and Freedom would never have gained their present meaning. These ideals owe their very existence to past examples of oppression. And the forces that maintain such ideas will erode unless renewed by dramatic teaching or new oppressions. This is the most basic key to my life.
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freedom
religion
social-science
post-apocalyptic
liberty
science-fiction
theology
mythology
tyranny
power
ideology
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Frank Herbert |
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13653ba
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You bastard, he thought, almost affectionately, watching the minuscule protoplasm fluttering on the slide. You dirty little bastard.
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richard-matheson
post-apocalyptic
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Richard Matheson |
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38cfffe
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I'm thinking ahead, imagining what our lives together would be like once we're free from this hell and allowed to live and let go. You know? Really let go of our pain and finally enjoy each other ... you and me.
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gay-romance
glbt-romance
post-apocalyptic
erotic-romance
dystopian-fiction
gay
survival-story
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Leslie Lee Sanders |
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8d65542
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They went through the last of the cars and then walked up the track to the locomotive and climbed up to the catwalk. Rust and scaling paint. They pushed into the cab and he blew away the ash from the engineer's seat and put the boy at the controls. The controls were very simple. Little to do but push the throttle lever forward. He made train noises and diesel horn noises but he wasn't sure what these might mean to the boy. After a while they just looked out through the silted glass to where the track curved away in the waste of weeds. If they saw different worlds what they knew was the same. That the train would sit there slowly decomposing for all eternity and that no train would ever run again
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the-end
depressing
post-apocalyptic
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Cormac McCarthy |
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f7174c3
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She lived in the dream world of unreality, or else she would not admit reality; he did not know. In any case, he loved her as she was. It might never be used, but it would give her pleasure to have it.
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coping
love
doom
last-days
unreality
post-apocalyptic
delusion
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Nevil Shute |
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efb4de1
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Twenty years earlier, in a life [Kirsten] mostly couldn't remember, she had had a small nonspeaking role in a short-lived Toronto production of King Lear. Now she walked in sandals whose soles had been cut from an automobile tire, three knives in her belt.
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shakespeare
life
post-apocalyptic
dystopia
art
play
drama
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Emily St. John Mandel |
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4ffebbc
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sharna pax and hed on a poal when the ardship of Cambry come out of his hoal
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post-apocalyptic
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Russell Hoban |