A Thousand Suns Novels & Stories

​The Southern Sea was no longer blue. It was a searing, monochromatic white. ​As the Solaris breached the outer perimeter, the Light-Fortress, a colossal, artificial island of ivory marble roared into life. It didn't fire cannons; it fired geometry. Massive, rotating mirrors atop the fortress’s spires caught the midday sun and magnified it into a "Mirage Field." The air rippled as the temperature skyrocketed, creating dozens of ghostly, shimmering images of the fortress. To the Northern sailors, it looked like they were sailing into a hall of mirrors where every reflection could kill.

“Still… so bossy… my sun.” His hand found my stomach. “Protect her,” he rasped. “Promise me.” “You’re not dying!” I screamed, pressing my hands to the wound. Golden light my light poured from my palms. The wound began to close. Valerian’s eyes widened. “Impossible.” Far above us, in the throne hall, the eternal night sky cracked open for the first time in a thousand years. Real sunlight speared down in a single beam. And in that light stood Solaris alive, unharmed, crowned in dawn.

It leaves on bones Of old age But I also know Science will make them Healthy again Yet again After each snow There will be warmth again There will be beautiful sun All my way Through and through life I will find my way Not death this day Of snow again Let me fight On my life's way In sunshine And in each new day Let me fight for sun again This day Which seems of disease And witnesses death near its place Will be gone away Will be dead again This day This day is alive for life Again Yet again Yet again I will build up again This day This day in bright sunshine Appeared When back in past I fought the snow again Lo! I will enjoy this sun Today This sun shines in my way The dear warmth today Thi

With the heat beating down on me I'm sure I'll get a sunburn. Dragging my attention away from the bright sun, a black truck pulls up. "Take my gun Temperance."

Joseph felt the wind knocked out of him as he heard the whistle followed by the loudest sound he's ever heard in all his 16 years under the Tau Ceti sun. A whiz and BOOM. Whiz and BOOM. Explosion after explosion came pummeling down onto them. An unending barrage of terrifying heat and sound and fireball crashed all around them. Joseph covered his face as clods of disturbed earth pelted and rained down on him. His screams were drowned out by the loud thunders. It went on forever. Until it didn't. Then it stopped. He heard nothing afterwards except the constant ringing in his ear.

Village of Two Suns Dawn came twice. First in a wash of gold that bled across the treetops, then again in a cooler shimmer of silver that followed half a breath later. The light of both suns—one from the mortal world, one from the Shadowlands—spilled over the valley and made everything flicker between real and unreal.

I pictured those same tits in my hands, her body twisting and moaning while I slapped them until they bounced and turned red. “Mother, what is going on?” Darius asked, snapping me out of the filthy haze. “Haven’t you noticed something strange about your city Luna?” He frowned, glancing between me and his mother. “What is strange?” “She has no scent,” his mother said. “I noticed it yesterday. She is fooling you.” Darius turned to me, “I noticed that too, Lyra. Why don’t you have a scent?” Tears burned at the corners of my eyes. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.

The sun rose dimly over the Ashlands, casting long, broken shadows across the scorched ruins of Iskar. Though daylight touched the earth, the ash in the air made it seem as if the world still dreamed — a half-light, suspended in time. Aria stood atop one of the remaining towers, the ancient wind tugging at her cloak, her eyes closed as she breathed in the lingering heat of the land’s memory. Thalen — the Voice of Ash — stood behind her, silent, his form like a monument of flame frozen in thought.

Kael replied. “Helpful explanation.” He gave her a small smile. “They tell the story of the Twenty Moons.” Luna ran her fingers across one of the glowing carvings. The moment she touched it, a powerful wave of energy rushed through her. Her vision exploded with light. Suddenly she wasn’t standing in the stone circle anymore. She was somewhere else. A massive sky stretched above her. Twenty enormous moons filled the darkness, glowing in different colors—silver, blue, violet, gold.

Nevertheless, the astrologer was right. “A new sun has risen. A new day has begun. Narendra’s era is over now. I am the mighty emperor of Hesmia. You all should obey me and follow my rules. If anyone dares to disobey, behead them right away. Those who support me will be rewarded.” Remington uttered.