Fractal Noise (Fractalverse, #0)

by Christopher Paolini

Pushkin tapped the plate. “What make this work?” “PFM.” At the geologist’s odd look, Riedemann laughed. “Pure fucking magic.

Is god merciless bastard we have to coddle out of fear of eternal punishment?”

There were layers to the strangeness of living beings, and exogenesis represented the far depths. One of the scariest things Alex had ever heard a professor say was that the technology of a truly advanced species might be indistinguishable from the natural forces of the universe, even as the acts and works of humans might appear to an ant or a worm.

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(Can I rave about the cover for a second, because yowza!)

Awkward

As for me … After so many years spent writing about spaceships, lasers, and aliens, I feel a hankering to write something with swords and dragons instead. There’s a certain character from the Inheritance Cycle who I think needs his own book. (Perhaps you can guess.)

So excited for this

In the meantime, remember to be kind to those you love. They’re all we really have.