We’ve glanced at some our favorite sci-fi novels of all time. What about the sci-fi movies weve enjoyed watching time and time again?
IMDb recently compiled a list of the highest rated sci-fi films according to visitors, a list which …
Although NPR’s Top 100 Science-Fiction and Fantasy survey was compiled in 2011, based on votes from 60,000 people, it’s doubtful a survey today would produce a much different result. It’s an insightful look at the books that still inspire sci-fi …
There’s aren’t too many sci-fi magazines online, but what we do have we owe to a group of intrepid publishers determined to keep sci-fi relevant. And sci-fi has never been more relevant considering revent advances in virtual reality, artificial intelligence …
Tyler imagined himself falling, but there was nowhere to fall, not when there was a floor under his feet and walls bracing him on either side. He couldn’t see anything, but his surroundings couldn’t have felt more solid.
He …
When Tyler opened his eyes, Carmen was gazing down at him, a hand to his cheek.
“What happened?” asked Tyler, Carmen helping him up. They were lying on the grass.
“I don’t know,” she answered. “It’s Murdoch’s home …
Tyler opened his eyes to discover a sheet over his face. He pulled it off to find himself alone on a carpeted floor. Nearby was a collection of unused furniture, and on the wall behind the desk, a cross
Tyler …
Tyler peered down the colonnaded transept of the church, the resplendent white marble of the altar lit from above.
The cathedral appeared empty. If it had been abandoned, it was for good reason. The Blue Knights were probably already outside …
“She said to go to St. Vibiana,” explained Laurel, her wrist still bound to Tyler’s. “Not me. You. And you agreed.” Laurel raised her arm. She, like Tyler, was seated in a noisy chair. “Maybe we don’t need this now?”…
Tyler awoke on the floor of the church, the altar near his head and his arms extended out. Laurel leaned over, a hand to his face and her other hand still bound to his.
“Tyler?” she asked, visibly agitated. …
Remembering the future would have been easier if only it wasn’t being altered. Although Murdoch had convinced many to return home, thousands turned their attention to Twin Towers.
Rumor had it there were two men calling themselves Ozymandias, one urging …
What looked like City Hall, everyone else called The Fortress, although there were no walls to protect it from a belligerent crowd. The only protection was the ring of Blue Knights, three rows deep, blue caps shielding their eyes from …
The crowd undulated like waves on a shoreline, shifting in one direction and then another, or was it more like a leviathan, its form mutating at the passing of every collective thought and emotion.
Surrounding the crowd were men …
Laurel sat on a chair placed near the witness stand for all to see. Her gaze was distant.
“Is this Laurel?” the Grey Lady asked Tyler.
As Tyler nodded, Laurel turned to gaze upon him. Her gaze was empty. Did …
Tyler no longer believed he needed Magus to leave Two Cities, and he was prepared to plead his case and claim his freedom, with or without him. They had little in common except their appearance; and Tyler was growing tired …
If Tyler dreamed, he couldn’t recall. Perhaps he’d dreamed of the life he’d left behind and the people he knew. And perhaps there was no other world but this one, his memories of Los Angeles merely memories of a dream. …
Tyler was booked for obstruction of justice and inciting violence. There was no charge for being a flatworlder because it wasn’t a crime; however, it was a crime to call oneself a flatworlder when you were no such thing.
The …
Tyler turned, his throbbing face resting on Lula’s shoulder as she dabbed at his cheek with a bloodied handkerchief. He sat unbuckled in the backseat of a moving car
“You still pawing over him?” asked Rex in his clipped baritone.…
Tyler flinched as something pricked his arm.
“Steady,” said Faye, her hand holding his arm to the armrest of the sofa, a needle in her hand. She was injecting him with morphine.
He grabbed her hand before she could finish …
Lula grinned as she approached Tyler. “Well, I’ll be,” she exclaimed, a hand to his arm.
“I found her,” answered Tyler, surprised that Lula would be pleased to see him.
Lula turned to Laurel.
“Well isn’t that swell. Seems your …
While Laurel and Bandini kept pace with Mad Dog, Tyler lagged behind, distracted by the possibility of being shadowed by Murdoch. He was afraid of turning his back in any single direction for more than a few seconds.
Laurel …
Tyler couldn’t remember how long he’d been awake. He’d been gazing toward the ocean, a blue smear enclosing the flatlands below; and he’d been imagining what lay beyond that satisfied sea that had no cares.
This was more than a …
It was night when Tyler awoke, Laurel naked in his arms, her breath warm on his cheek. It was a bedroom, a queen-sized bed presiding over a meticulously decorated room decorated with an antique dresser and night stand, a statue …
Tyler wasn’t expecting Faye’s laughter. It was a knowing laugh, as if the time loop came with a punch line.
But time was both prison warden and liberator. One had only to look beyond the inexorable now to the immutable …
Tyler awoke to a drumming inside his head, skin stretched painfully tight over a pocket of blood on his scalp.
He was no longer inside the house, broad trees and tall grass suggesting a more distant location. Sitting up, he …
Russell Murdoch wore a neckerchief around his neck, graying hair belying the youthful blush to his freshly shaven face. Tyler could feel the bristles on his neck and face, suspecting he was beginning to look scruffy like Magus, his alter …
