Rama Arthur C Clarke Novels & Stories

Lydia’s chest tightened. Noah saw it. “Hey.” She looked at him. “I’m still here.” That was the problem. He said it like it would always be true. *** Arthur watched Adrian sort through papers. “You always did prefer digital warfare,” Arthur said. “You forget paper survives sabotage.” “You mistake nostalgia for wisdom.” “I mistake nothing.” Adrian paused at a photograph. Jonathan Clarke shaking hands with Samuel Hart. Both smiling. Both doomed, apparently. Then he found the envelope and opened it.

"My name is Arthur. I'm Mr. Clarke's butler." Selene blinked, taken aback by his introduction. "Butler?" she echoed, her voice still hoarse from earlier. Arthur nodded. "Yes, ma'am. I have served Mr. Clarke for many years. He's deeply concerned for your well-being and asked me to ensure you have everything you need during your recovery." Selene stared at him as her confusion began growing. The name "Mr. Clarke" still felt foreign to her, yet she knew he was talking about Alaric. For a moment she was silent until she finally spoke.

⚠️WARNING⚠️ The following literal set may contain depictions of graphic violence, gore, mild use of adult language and other graphic notation at some point. Reader discretion is therefore advised. *** “Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.” ~Arthur C. Clarke *** PROLOGUE

Hank grunted from the corner, where he was sketching the skeletal branches of the maple outside. "Build a spaceship," Miranda suggested, only half-joking. "The Martian soil data is fascinating." Clara smiled. "Take a trip. You've spent decades looking at this view. Go look at someone else's." Lanc just shook his head, swirling the beer in his glass. It was Arthur who caught my eye, a speculative look on his face. Later, as we walked home, he said, "He's not bored with the place. He's bored with his own story. He needs a new chapter. A personal one."