The Fifth Season

By: N.K.Jemisin
Location: FIC JEM
Genre: Epic Fantasy
Series: Broken Earth #1 in a Trilogy

This quote below is real, how often in human history have we dehumanized others, treated people as shadows, refused to see others as holders of emotions and dreams and feelings simply because some regime feels they should be dispatched. 
Driving around India one day I had a kind of epiphany;  each of the myriad of people walking the streets doing life, or just crowding the pathway- had hopes, dreams for their children, desires to improve there lot so their kids could live a life safer, healthier and more secure than there own. A  swarming mass of people yes- individuals who love, cry, hug, and hope- yes as well! we must never forget that!

“We aren't human."

"Yes. We. Are." His voice turns fierce. "I don't give a shit what the something-somethingth council of big important farts decreed, or how the geomests classify things, or any of that. That we're not human is just the lie they tell themselves so they don't have to feel bad about how they treat us.” 
― N.K. JemisinThe Fifth Season

A season of endings has begun. 
It starts with the great red rift across the heart of the world's sole continent, spewing ash that blots out the sun. 
It starts with death, with a murdered son and a missing daughter. 
It starts with betrayal, and long dormant wounds rising up to fester. 
This is the Stillness, a land long familiar with catastrophe, where the power of the earth is wielded as a weapon. And where there is no mercy.

... That’s when the stone eater comes.

This time, it really is the end of the world.

The ending of one story is just the beginning of another.

“neither myths nor mysteries can hold a candle to the most infinitesimal spark of hope.” 


Popular posts from this blog

Where's Wally


Where the Crawdads Sing