Ya tengo en mi poder #LaCasaDeLaRosa, de #ArkadyMartine. No sé por qué pensaba que iba a ser un tocho y es una novela corta. He comenzado a leerla y promete. 👀
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Teixcalaan sınırlarının kıyısında bir uzaylı filosu pusuya yatmış durumdadır. Onlarla iletişim kurulamamaktadır, yok edilmeleri de mümkün değildir. Filonun komutanı Dokuz Hatmi’nin seçenekleri tükenmek üzeredir.
#İthakiYayınları #ArkadyMartine #Teixcalaan
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“Rose House” by @byzantienne.bsky.social is a strange & wonderful little gem of speculative fiction where a house is alive - kind of- through AI. It’s a quick & delightful read - perfect timing for those currently loving Black Mirror.
#Audiobook #BookSky #BookClub #ArkadyMartine #BlueSkyBooks
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New Release Tuesday 3.11.25
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Une couverture du livre Rose/House d'Arkady Martine est superposée sur un fond montrant une eau verdâtre avec une structure flottante en arrière-plan. La couverture représente une maison futuriste en forme de rose stylisée, avec des éléments architecturaux modernes et des câbles suspendus en dessous, donnant une impression d’élévation. Les couleurs dominantes sont des tons verts et beige, créant une atmosphère mystérieuse et technologique. Un cadre fin et décoratif entoure l’image.
✨ Nouvelle Chronique ✨: Rose House d'Arkady Martine
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Finished reading A Desolation Called Peace by #ArkadyMartine. Sequel to A Memory Called Empire. Excellent, complex world building. And I always love being introduced to an interesting alien species.
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Encomia upon encomia. #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
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Immoral is being someone you cannot hope to emulate. It’s the juxtaposition is what’s wrong. How do I know that you are you? That you are conscious of what you’re attempting to preserve? #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
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your mouth and its flowers— #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
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One of them is asking. One of them thinks this is a rhetorical question: there’s continuity of memory, and that makes a self. A self is whoever remembers being that self. #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
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Are we ourselves? #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
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A decaying conglomeration of choices made in extremis. #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
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How our eyeshine glowed in the dirt-home, the blood-home! How we closed them and were invisible, dark-scavengers, secret-hunters! How our starflyers glow in the void-home, the light-home of us! #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
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I carry exile in my heart. I will never be free of it. I will always be measuring the distance between myself and a person who remained in the heart of the world; between the person I would have been had I stayed and the person I have become. #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
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When she kissed her, she opened up for her as if she was a lotus floating in one of the city’s gardens at dawn—slow, inexorable, like she had been waiting a long, long time through the night. #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
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Trying to see who we are. What is left of us. Who we might be now. #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
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To look outward from every fusion-heart star. To see the pattern these stars make in our eyes reflecting the pattern of our eyes in the dark on the old planet. How our eyeshine glowed in the dirt-home, the blood-home! #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
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To focus on that choice as a still place, a conflictless heart. #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
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Small funerals bloomed like fungi after rain. #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
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A certain kind of free.
Not, in the end, quite home. I #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
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She was a collapsing point at the center of the universe, sinking in on herself in recursions. #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
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The empire of poets, all-conquering all-devouring all-singing beast in the garden of her imaginings. #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
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When it wasn’t confined properly to epics and songs, empire claimed by acclamation was a brutal process that cared not at all for the places and peoples who had to succumb to make that acclamation plausible. #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
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In the soft hands of a child even a map of the stars can withstand forces that pull and crack. Gravity persists.
Continuity persists: uncalloused fingers walk orbital paths, but I am drowning in a sea of flowers; in violet foam, in the fog of war— #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
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These things are ceaseless: star-charts, disembarkments / the curl of unborn petals holds a hollowness. #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
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A thousand starpoints strong released, we shall speak visions uneclipsed. I am a spear in the hands of the sun. #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
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To ravage, to slaughter, to usurp under false titles—this they name empire; and where they make a desert, they call it peace. #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
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