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Endogamy Blues
Endogamy Blues
Endogamy Blues
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Endogamy Blues

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The neo-fascist armies of the Liberator have swept across the Americas like a plague. Montreal is in flames, and the front is less than a kilometre away.

Seventeen year-old Private Joanie Morgernstern can expect no mercy from the victors. As a Canadian soldier, an Augmented Human and a Jew, she is a blood enemy to the Liberator three times over. Aircraftman Michael Cross, 16, a technician in the Air Force of the Iroquois Six Nations is on the same hitlist. Their fanatically racist enemies will show them no quarter and no mercy.

Swept up in Canada's last, desperate attempt to stave off defeat, Joanie and Mike expect nothing but death. Instead, they find each other. --

"Mark Shainblum does military SF intelligently and gracefully in 'Endogamy Blues.'" -- Paul Di Filippo, Asimov’s Science Fiction

"(The Island Dreams anthology) closes on a high note with another of its best moments, 'Endogamy Blues' by Mark Shainblum... It’s exciting and full of interesting ideas..." -- Kit O’Connell, SFSite.com

"Shainblum creates an elaborate future in which humans on Earth have been abandoned by those who have colonized other planets... A heartfelt story." -- James Schellenberg, Challenging Destiny

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Release dateNov 30, 2011
ISBN9780921101024
Endogamy Blues
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Mark Shainblum

Mark Shainblum is a science fiction, fantasy and graphic novel writer living in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada. His prose fiction has appeared in magazines like On Spec, Would That It Were, Thousand Faces and the anthologies Island Dreams: Montreal Writers of the Fantastic(Vehicle Press, 2003)and Playing Solitaire and Other Stories (Cyber Age 2001). With John Dupuis, he was co-editor of the Aurora Award-winning anthology Arrowdeams: An Anthology of Alternate Canadas, published in 1998. In comics he’s best known as the writer and co-creator of Angloman, a parody series published in two bestselling books, and later as a weekly comic strip in the Montreal Gazette. Mark also wrote and co-created the independent comic book series Northguard, and the mystery series The Haunting of MacGrath. Mark is a past-president of SF Canada, Canada’s national association of science fiction authors. He lives in Montreal with his wife Andrea and daughter Maya.

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    Endogamy Blues - Mark Shainblum

    Table of Contents

    Title Page

    Endogamy Blues

    About the Author

    Endogamy Blues

    By Mark Shainblum

    Copyright 2011 Smashwords Edition

    First electronic edition, December, 2011

    ISBN 978-0-921101-02-4

    Endogamy Blues was originally published in slightly different form in Island Dreams: Montreal Writers of the Fantastic (Véhicule Press, 2003), edited by Claude Lalumière.

    Copyright © 2003-2011 by Mark Shainblum. All rights reserved.

    This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only, it may not be re-sold, copied or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase additional copies. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of the author.

    The audiobook version of this story is available from Iambik Audiobooks at www.iambik.com.

    Cover design © 2011 Stephanie Mooney/Mooney Designs. All rights reserved.

    ebook production by Cyberwitch Press.

    Cover photo: James Brey/iStock.

    Published by

    Matrix Books

    Montreal, Quebec, Canada

    www.matrixcomics.com/books

    books@matrixcomics.com

    Endogamy Blues

    Montreal was burning.

    Joanie didn’t need her eyespies to see the fires anymore. They’d roared through the suburbs and were consuming the downtown core like starving dogs at a fresh kill. It was almost as bright as day at the summit of Mount Royal, even though her wetset told her it was seven minutes past midnight.

    She swept her ceps through her eyespy flock, and a seamless speedblur of horror flickered past her mind’s eye. Floating gunbodies peppered the downtown streets with small arms fire, buildings burned, screaming people ran and trampled others and were trampled like tall grass. Mostly, there was fire and there was death.

    And then, in the midst of all the horror and noise, there was a louder noise. Joanie’s ceps were automatically shunted to the nearest eyespy, and she abruptly found herself in mid-air, looking straight down at the X-marks-the-spot shape of Place Ville Marie. Oh no, Joanie whispered. Please not…

    The eyespy timestamp reeled back fifteen seconds and was moving forward towards now again. Place Ville Marie swelled and burst like a pustulous tumour, spewing fire and broken glass in every direction. The shards of glass seemed to hang in midair for a moment, catching the light from the burning city like so many delicate pieces of fine crystal. Joanie caught her breath; this was almost beautiful, in a way, until the giant plus sign of the building’s superstructure folded over on itself like a kid’s construction toy, ancient steel shrieking in anger all the way down to the ground.

    Joanie pulled her ceps back into her own head, exhaled raggedly and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. She’d spent a lot of time in Place Ville Marie during her first self-directed semester at high school, when she still thought she might become an architect one day. It was one of only a handful of Modernist structures to have survived the greenpurges and the Downturn, and as much as it was possible to love glass and steel and concrete, Joanie had loved that building.

    Sniffling, she pinged a wetset utility.

    said the insanely cheerful female voice inside her head.

    repeated the headvoice.

    Give me something! Joanie shrieked, pounding the guardrail in front of her. I’m going to die anyway. What does it matter anymore?

    The headvoice was silent.

    Bitch!

    Joanie screwed her eyes shut and tried to breathe. You’re a soldier, she told herself. This is war. Stop crying like a fucking baby!

    She opened her eyes and closed them again, but the afterglow of PVM’s destruction was burned on

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