Hours of wakefulness lay ahead
When he awoke, he glanced at his watch, and saw by the luminous dial that it was a little before three. He was wide awake and knew, from past experience, that hours of wakefulness lay...
Category: John Christopher
Civilisation three square meals away from anarchy?
On Tor.com (“Science fiction. Fantasy. The universe. And related subjects”), multi-award-winning Australian author, editor and artist Cat Sparks discusses The Death of Grass – The One Book That Shook My Faith in Nature and Humanity....
The Possessors
When the storm rages and the avalanche cuts off power and phone lines, no one in the chalet is particularly bothered. There are kerosene lamps, a well-stocked bar and food supplies more than adequate to last them till the road to Nidenhaut can be opened up…
‘A gritty, post-apocalyptic winner’
The strapline for Fantasy Literature is ‘Life’s too short to read bad books’, and their recent review of Wrinkle in the Skin – in which the earth is hit by the mother of all earthquakes...
New US edition: THE DEATH OF GRASS
Originally published in 1956 (in the USA as No Blade of Grass, under which title it was filmed by Cornel Wilde), The Death of Grass marks a watershed in the history of the twentieth-century post-apocalyptic...
A writer’s winter
29th September sees the UK publication in the Penguin Worlds classic science-fiction series of a new edition of John Christopher’s The World in Winter, in which the Thames freezes, the whole of Europe lies under...
The underground world
He said: ‘A light. Can you see it?’ His voice was different. Her own gaze had been concentrated on watching the patch of candle-light immediately in front of their feet. She looked up and saw...
No rock above
She looked at the place where rock and water almost met, doused the candle and put it away in her pocket and then, waiting no longer, plunged forward head first and began swimming under water....
A fatal choice
The pain tightened across her chest. There was nothing to say, and speech itself was an agony from which she shrank. For the first time since the fall, Albrecht spoke. His voice sounded dazed, almost...
Rockfall
Albrecht had nearly reached them. She looked down towards him now, watching him come up the last two or three feet. She could hear Henry, above her, shifting his position to make himself more comfortable....