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You and I Shall Be as Radiant
You and I Shall Be as Radiant
You and I Shall Be as Radiant
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You and I Shall Be as Radiant

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She is one of the last survivors of a world bereaved by empire, and to bring her sister back she will overcome anything: ancient ghosts, a genocidal army—or her own sister’s wishes.  

LanguageEnglish
PublisherPrime Books
Release dateOct 25, 2017
ISBN9781607015253
You and I Shall Be as Radiant
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Benjanun Sriduangkaew

Benjanun Sriduangkaew writes fantasy mythic and contemporary, science fiction space operatic and military, and has a strong appreciation for beautiful bugs. Her short fiction can be found in Tor.com, Clarkesworld, Beneath Ceaseless Skies, Solaris Rising 3, various Mammoth Books and best of the year collections.She is a finalist for the Campbell Award for Best New Writer.

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    You and I Shall Be as Radiant - Benjanun Sriduangkaew

    You and I Shall Be as Radiant

    Benjanun Sriduangkaew

    Copyright © 2017 by Benjanun Sriduangkaew.

    Cover art by breakermaximus.

    ISBN: 978-1-60701-525-3

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    To difficult choices, and those among us who must make them.

    You and I Shall Be as Radiant

    Salt and iron, name and nation: these are the four elements that complete the human self and lift it up from the sharp, hungry parts of existence.

    The walls of the behemoth throb with these words as Feilin draws deeper into its scorched corridors, past doors like bruised mouths. They say it in her voice and the voices of her family, the voices of her nation’s heroes, then the voices of those she has butchered on her path here: the cartographers, the scavengers, the soldiers and the thieves. Machine guts swing gently overhead, caught in perpetual motion. Some are still half-alive, sipping power from the smoke-drive that brought her ancestors to her world Daji, and left again for a cause long since forgotten. The guts hiss lightless and heatless, pumping empty subroutines through the ropes of their intestines, in search of synapses and arteries that no longer exist. The system that once fed this vast vehicle, now a dreaming carcass.

    From outside the behemoth has the look of a funeral garb, bulkhead wrapped in seared chains, windows the color of machine blood. From the inside it is a grave, not merely of the crew but those who have sought the behemoth: fractured armor the white of clean bone, embers from suspension chambers and artillery shells, spent bullets. Bullets, the lingua franca across time and substrates of combat. Their brute vector, their percussion.

    Behind her she has left a trail of particulate scythes and shadow mazes. In theory she should be

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