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In 2012, the Plague brought about the end of the world. In 2130, Charlinder wants to know why when his village begins to fight over the Plague’s origin. Was it a natural event, or did God punish humanity for its sins? Unwilling to wait for matters to get any worse, and never having been more than ten miles from home, he decides to walk across three continents to find the site of the Plague’s origin and bring the true story home. In the two and a half years it takes him to get there, he learns how shocking his village’s culture seems to outsiders while the settlements along the way force him to grapple with questions of family, religion, education, sexuality, hierarchy and interdependence. He survives thousands of miles of language barriers, hunger and disaster before he meets Gentiola. Nothing could have prepared him for the tale of madness, ecology and fanaticism that he learns from her. His place in the world is a question he will ask for the first time.
prove your side right." "Yeah, but you tell me you remember the Plague, and you still don't believe in God, so I don’t think you’re going to tell me anything that shows I’m all wrong." "True enough. In that case, do you think you'll obviate their faith if you tell them the truth about the disease?" "Maybe not right away, but I think it'll get the process going." "The process of...what?" Charlinder thought that much was fairly obvious, and had expected that she would see the value
control. He also needed to pay attention to Gentiola. He could feel her writhing under his grip. She wanted to be in control, touch him, use her hands. He altered his angle; she liked it. This was a game of catch-up to her; he had to bring her back to where she’d been before he’d interrupted. She was getting close again. It was tempting to forget himself and just keep going. She got to that point; any second now and she'd come. Charlinder pulled out, pressed Gentiola's wrists into the
was probably a mark of Charlinder's acceptance into their community that the neighbors knew about his enthusiasm for handicrafts and saw it as one of his eccentricities rather than a sign of deviance. "But something I'd like to know," Francie remarked to her sister, "is why Mum told Char all about George, when she never had that talk with us." "I certainly didn't ask her about your brother," he said. "I know you didn't, so why'd she need to tell you about him?" Francie explained. "Was
knew the local regime's treatment of them was not just destructive, but needlessly so. In the weak light, he couldn't see anything that made them different from his friends in Paleola, and they were both very good kissers. In fact, now that he thought about it, his friends back at home had gone and done exactly the same thing, though for different reasons. And that brought the difference crashing back up around his eyes. He had let his best friends come onto him, and enjoyed it, because he
to Eileen." Though it was already late in the evening, they spent a couple of hours reading Eileen's journals. Gentiola would occasionally pause to ask him a question, and he would tell her about the role Eileen played in her community. "Oh, look at this," she said, a few minutes after Charlinder showed her the entry of Marissa's death. She began reading aloud the first entry that Eileen wrote after that. May 19, 2026 I haven't spoken to anyone since Marissa died. Not that I'm avoiding