Chapters (51)
- Dedication
- Timeline
- Prelude: The Ediacaran Period
- PART 1
- 1.
- Interlude: The Wanderers
- 2.
- Interlude: The Philosophers
- 3.
- Interlude: The Warmongers
- 4.
- Interlude: The Posticthyans
- 5.
- PART 2
- 6.
- Interlude: The Utopians
- 7.
- Interlude: The Dead
- 8.
- Interlude: The Aeronauts
- 9.
- Interlude: The Hunters
- 10.
- Interlude: The City-Builders
- 11.
- PART 3
- 12.
- Interlude: The Hedonists
- 13.
- Interlude: The Purists
- 14.
- PART 4
- 15.
- Interlude: The Humans
- 16.
- Interlude: The Ediacaran
- 17.
- 17/1.
- 17/2.
- 17/3.
- Postscript
- I
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- CHAPTER 1
- BY ADRIAN TCHAIKOVSKY
- Praise for
But she was ten, it was soon. The empathy, sensitivity, and logic that could qualify her as a sublime clinician also crippled her everyday life as the callous people around her set her up to fail. Caiden hugged her, careful of the bruises peeking over her shoulder and forearm, the sight of them igniting a well-worn urge to protect.
“I’ve got you,” he said, and pulled out twigs and leaves stuck in her hair. Her whole right side convulsed softly. The crowds, noise, and light washed a blankness into her face, meaning something in her was shutting down. “You’re safe.”
Caiden took her hand—firmly, grounding—and backtracked through the crowd to the Flat Dock edge.
The anxious look on his mother’s face was layered with disapproval, but his father smiled in relief. Leta clutched Caiden’s right hand in both of hers. His mother took his left.
“The overseers just said gather and wait?” he asked his father.
“Someday you’ll learn patience.”
Shuffles and gasps rippled through the assembly.
Caiden followed their gazes up. Clouds thinned in a gigantic circle. The air everywhere brightened across the crowds more intensely than the compounds’ lights had ever lit the bovines.
A hole burned open overhead and shot a column of blinding white onto the Flat Docks. Shouts and sobs erupted. Caiden stared through the blur of his eyelashes as the light column widened until the entire plate burned white. In distant sectors, the same beams emerged through the gray.
He smashed his mother’s hand in a vise grip. She squeezed back.
A massive square descended, black as a ceiling, flickering out the light. The angular mass stretched fifty meters wide on all sides, made of the same irregular panels as the aerators. With a roar, it moved slowly, impossibly, nothing connecting it to the ground.
“I’ve never…” His mother’s whisper died and her mouth hung open.
BY ADRIAN TCHAIKOVSKY
SHADOWS OF THE APT
Empire in Black and Gold
Dragonfly Falling
Blood of the Mantis
Salute the Dark
The Scarab Path
The Sea Watch
Heirs of the Blade
The Air War
War Master’s Gate
Seal of the Worm
ECHOES OF THE FALL
The Tiger and the Wolf
The Bear and the Serpent
The Hyena and the Hawk
Guns of the Dawn
Children of Time
Children of Ruin
The Doors of Eden
Praise for
THE DOORS OF EDEN
“Full of sparking, speculative invention. The Doors of Eden is a terrific timeslip / lost-world romp in the grand tradition of Turtledove, Hoyle, even Conan Doyle. If you liked Primeval, read this book.”
—Stephen Baxter, author of World Engines: Destroyer
“Inventive, funny, and engrossing, this book lingers long after you close it.”
—Tade Thompson, Arthur C. Clarke Award–winning author of Rosewater
“What a ride. Talks like big-brained science fiction and runs like a fleet-footed political thriller.”
—John Scalzi, author of The Collapsing Empire