Anarcho-Fiction Club

New to this novel? Begin at Chapter One. The feel of crisp sheets. Artificially chilled air. The smell of detergent. A distant, steady hum from some machine or another. Zappa felt like he’d been asleep

The megacity’s skin shimmered and buzzed, casting the forest’s edge in a metallic light. Zappa Dobroshtan shrank back into the shelter of the trees. He had never stood so close to Charlanta’s border. In

I blame my dad. I was eleven years old. I had just read Lois Lowry’s The Giver (an excellent science fiction dystopia for children, in case you haven’t read it), and was full of questions for my dad. Had