Doomsday Book

Doomsday Book

Connie Willis

Language: English

Pages: 592

ISBN: 0553562738

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


For Kivrin, preparing an on-site study of one of the deadliest eras in humanity's history was as simple as receiving inoculations against the diseases of the fourteenth century and inventing an alibi for a woman traveling alone. For her instructors in the twenty-first century, it meant painstaking calculations and careful monitoring of the rendezvous location where Kivrin would be received.

But a crisis strangely linking past and future strands Kivrin in a bygone age as her fellows try desperately to rescue her. In a time of superstition and fear, Kivrin -- barely of age herself -- finds she has become an unlikely angel of hope during one of history's darkest hours.

Five years in the writing by one of science fiction's most honored authors, Doomsday Book is a storytelling triumph. Connie Willis draws upon her understanding of the universalities of human nature to explore the ageless issues of evil, suffering and the indomitable will of the human spirit.

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Grown while Dunworthy was asleep. Colin frowned. “It’s me, Colin. Do you know me?” “Yes, of course I know you. Why aren’t you wearing your mask?” Colin grinned. “I don’t have to. And at any rate you’re not contagious anymore. Do you want your spectacles?” Dunworthy nodded, carefully, so the aching wouldn’t begin again. “When you woke up the other times, you didn’t know me at all.” He rummaged in the drawer of the bedstand and handed Dunworthy his spectacles. “You were awfully bad. I thought.

Dunworthy murmured, “ ‘for the hour of His judgment is come.’ ” “It looks like there was a battle here,” Colin said. “There was,” Dunworthy said. Colin stepped forward, peering down at the body. “Do you think they’re all dead?” “Don’t touch them,” Dunworthy said. “Don’t even go near them.” “I’ve had the gamma globulin,” he said, but he stepped back from the body, swallowing. “Take deep breaths,” Dunworthy said, putting his hand on Colin’s shoulder. “And look at something else.” “They said.

Year-by-year analysis. It’s based on the contemps’ mortality rate, which was largely due to bad nutrition and no med support. The ranking wouldn’t be nearly as high for an historian who’d been inoculated against disease. Mr. Gilchrist plans to ask the History Faculty to reevaluate the ranking and open part of the fourteenth century.” “I cannot conceive of the History Faculty opening a century that had not only the Black Death and cholera, but the Hundred Years War,” Dunworthy said. “But they.

Was doing something with a bowl and a spoon, mashing the spoon against the side of it. The iron-bound casket sat open beside her, and she reached into it, pulled out a small cloth bag, sprinkled the contents into the bowl, and stirred it again. “He found naught among her belongings that might tell us the lady’s origins. Her goods had all been stolen, the chests broken open and emptied of all that might identify her. But he said her wagon was of rich make. Certes, she is of good family.” “And.

Will have to be more careful. (Break) I went out to the stable again (after making sure Maisry was in the kitchen), but Gawyn wasn’t there, and neither was Gringolet. My boxes and the dismantled remains of the wagon were, though. Gawyn must have made a dozen trips to bring everything here. I looked through it all, and I can’t find the casket. I’m hoping he missed it, and it’s still by the road where I left it. If it is, it’s probably completely buried in snow, but the sun is out today, and it’s.

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