The World We Make Nk Jemisin Novels & Stories

(凸ಠ益ಠ)凸 Noah stared into the all-encompassing darkness, looking very much at a loss. “If there is no Haven and no God, then… what is the purpose of my birth and ascension?” Noah could feel the invisible entities sharing a look among themselves. “Actually… to be honest with you… your homeworld, Cradle, is an artificially made world we created specifically to nurture new recruits… so uh… it was made to periodically spawn parentless babies with good specs…” ‘Wow…parentless babies with good specs… that’s one hell of an accurate phrase to describe worldborn!’ (ꐦ ◠‿◠)

"Now, ask important questions. I'll give you three." David nods again. God waits. "What is this world? Tell me more about it." "Foserense is a world I just finished creating. Its basic physics and rules are similar to the ones followed by your universe with some additions." "What additions?" "Is that your 2nd question?" "Ummm... No?" "Then I won't answer it." "Fudge. Okay, will I get anything when I go down there?" "A gift from me but otherwise nothing." "A gift?" "Is that your third question?"

Being caught as a rouge, alone, on pack territory signs your death certificate because the warriors kill first and ask questions later. Kimmy paces up and down the room while Nick and I continue watching cartoons. Kimmy's mate is one of the lead warriors so I understand her anxiety. I feel it about Aidan too. I'm very worried about him but I push it aside because my worry doesn't help anything. Instead I stand to make Kimmy a cup of tea. She smiles in thanks when I hand her the mug.

A picture of a young girl was painted on the next page. She had long blond hair and large blue eyes. Because of how strikingly similar we were, gazing at her photo made me feel as though I were looking into a mirror. Apart from the fact that she was wearing black clothing and had a melancholy, dark appearance, we were very similar. I was drawn to her like a moth to a flame, and I couldn’t understand why. I got shivers down my spine as I read the words beneath the portrait: “Lady Namek of Gadot… The void of endless Darkness.” The darkness I dreamed about. The one of which the Fates forewarned me ,I mentally recite the words of Fate: “THE DARKNESS WILL SCOUR THE EARTH LIKE A PLAGUE.” This was

“How is it easy? I don't see it.” “You are blind.” “Maybe I am, but the question still stands, how?” “He didn't leave us for gold or riches; he left us for firm breasts.” “Are you sure?” “Yes.” “You saw that Postar girl?” “I have.” “She is something.” “True.” “We must have a reserve plan,” Hamil appeared from the group. “True,” said Nezamaikov, “any options, gents?” “We must prepare for the worse,” a gunner said.

Surely she could survive this new world. But deep down, she knew one thing: her past wasn’t finished with her. And whatever shadows had followed her into the city were already plotting their next move. A faint noise from the garden made her turn. It's just a flicker of movement, too quick to identify. Her pulse quickened. “They’re close,” she whispered. Mike’s eyes met hers. “And they’re not waiting.” Outside, the city shone like gold and glass, alive and indifferent. But in its streets and alleys, hidden among the lights, something moved. Watching.

"I'm an intelligent entity bestowed especially for you and we're bound together throughout this mission. Before you di--, I mean, before your world successfully crumbled, the Order of the Cosmos detects your unusual presence and determination to change your ending and so, we asked you for your willingness to do anything to change your fate. We can help you redeem your world and bring back the time before it ends. Anything you want as long as you complete the tasks given to you. Your mission is to prevent the world you'll live from its tragic ending just like what happened to your world. Aside from that, you need to complete each task that the designated world has. These tasks were different

“It will be much like it was at the World’s Fair opening, Evelyn. Simply follow my lead. Can you do that?” Evelyn’s pulse kicked up a notch. Their trip to the World’s Fair had been like visiting an alternate existence. It went beyond simply politely 'familiar'. That had been an imaginary World of Tomorrow where the natural hierarchy and boundaries of wealth and social status had been erased, like the idealized Democracity or the egalitarian Futurama. Where people attracted to one another were free to explore that gift in each other's company without question.

"No way. According to Beastfolk tradition, we're supposed to be completely loyal to the one who saved us. No matter how they treat us, we're bound to endure it. If we break that ancient rule, we'll face severe punishment. How could he do that to you?" I gave a bitter smile and shook my head. "I don't know either. And what do you mean by 'severe punishment'?" "I'm not sure. I only know it's really, really bad." "I see. Forget it. No point thinking about it now." I pulled Blazewing down with me onto the couch. "The heatwave apocalypse is almost here. Shouldn't we be preparing something?" We thought about it. Air conditioners wouldn't help. Once the apocalypse started, the power and water syste

Leo pulled the entire world of Aethelgard, every building, every tree, every soul, through the bore-hole and into the High-System itself. ​They weren't migrating anymore. They were Invading. ​The Icarus-Draft materialized in a space that defied logic: the Architect-Nexus. It was a city made of pure concepts, where the sky was a scrolling line of white code and the buildings were gleaming equations. ​In the center of the Nexus stood a woman with hair made of starlight and eyes made of supernovas. She was the Director, the one who had overseen every Reset since the beginning.