The World We Make Nk Jemisin Novels & Stories

desire to change the world. “But it can't be just anyone. Not for the first time. I don't want someone who has been left too disfigured by disease, or who has been rotting away for too long. I certainly don't want anything that comes from one of those ash-filled pits that have been opened outside the cemetery.

can do to protect you, but I can't protect you from yourself." He told me, as he motioned for me to go through the now open door. When I walked in, I was enveloped in a familiar scent. I closed my eyes, as shadows from my past swirled into my mind's eye view. I could see a woman with long red hair and green eyes dressed in a magnificant gown, almost floating as she walked through the foyer. I could see children running and playing down the halls. I could see a tall man with dark hair and hazel eyes running after them, scooping them up in his arms. 'Were they my parents? Did I have siblings? Were these boys the same brothers I had in the mortal world?' I asked myself. "Nemesis! Nemesis! Are

ßenlong said. "Me either. Or it’s just me who don’t give a shit to the "irregularities" I just said? If only Kartika were here... She might be able to explain it better than I do." Alfi said in his mind. Alfi finds them getting confused. “Exactly, if there’s no any "irregularities" happened, it doesn’t guarantee that the world is not in the threat of calamity. As long as Waku-waku exist, the world will never be ‘safe’.” Alfi said. ”They intend to destroy the world and rebuild it into their very own Utopia.”

I don’t want that will of hers to be used to petty aspirations. I opposed Theon’s exertion upon making her recognize the fragments of peace this world unerringly hid from her sight. ---and I have come to realize I was born for the reason of keeping her take the path straight ahead. The world is tired from the growing tumor jammed with human wickedness and sins. It is tired of being dampened by those thick, shimmering red stains of blood, tasting its wrenching flavor but it dearth the ability to vomit it out. That is why this stomach-churning world chose her. It molded her to shape, to bury the seeds of renewal that she’ll water and soon grow.

The vault-world shimmered on the horizon like a mirage. It had no name, just coordinates carved into the seed’s code. A drifting planet wrapped in silver mist, orbiting a dying star that pulsed like a fading heart. From orbit, it looked like memory given shape—a forgotten world caught between time and ruin. The Remnants called it Nixara. A sanctuary. A tomb. A truth no one was meant to unearth. We landed the Solace in a clearing surrounded by obsidian trees. Strange blossoms opened beneath the shadow of our ship, glowing faintly at our steps like they recognized us.

Double. And the Kensingtons? Oh, they won’t be spared either. Their blood's just as soaked in my suffering. I lived by their rules in my last life. In this one? They live by mine. And mercy? Yeah, I left that behind in the last timeline.

“We’ve built a world, woven others into it, faced the Night. What more does it want?” Aelira’s moonlight flared, her hands weaving a net around the stone circle, its light merging with the symbols. Her eyes darted to the horizon, where the golden light shimmered, as if hiding something just beyond sight. “It’s not about what it wants,” she said, her voice fierce but trembling. “It’s about what we’ve started. We’re Makers now. Every choice we make shapes this world—and whatever’s out there.”

"Hello, little sister." Silence. My heart stopped. Wesley stepped closer to me. The girl shook her head. "No." "You're dead." The woman's smile disappeared. "That was the first thing you changed." The world trembled. The girl screamed. White fire exploded from her body. Buildings began disappearing again. The woman raised her hand. "She created this world." My eyes widened. "What?" The woman looked directly at me. "This world was born from her choice." My stomach tightened. The twelfth world.

Will resumed the drag out the door "You're finished" Jemi turned her back to the entrance. Looking out the large window. There was something and she could just feel it, taste it. And she was going to find it. Then Shove it down Will's throat. she scoffed. Airs her foot. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ The surrounding wasn't bad. She wondered how it was going to look when the first rain dropped and the flowers blossomed filling each void with blasts of colours and life. Equaling its feel to that of a Malibu night. Magical, worth squatting and snatching it all in.

Let's go eat before the food gets cold“ *screen zooms at the very last page of the bool* A book is not just a piece of paper. It is a whole new world. A different dimension. A teacher that would show you things and teach you. A friend that would comfort you and save you. A vehicle that would bring you to a far far away land without even moving from where you are. Just like a journey filled with thousands of different car. Going to various of places that is very far. Is it a world just like what we have now? Is it a world filled with monsters and enemy? Or perhaps a fantasy world filled with creatures that you can never see in your everyday life? No one would know unless they find it for th