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When Sir Arthur C. Clarke, the greatest science fiction writer ever, teams up with award-winning author Stephen Baxter, who shares Clarke's bold vision of a future where technology and humanism advance hand in hand, the result is bound to be a book of stellar ambition and accomplishment. Such was the case with Time's Eye. Now, in the highly anticipated sequel, Clarke and Baxter draw their epic to a triumphant conclusion that is as mind-blowing as anything in Clarke's famous Space Odyssey series.

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British officer Bisesa Dutt, newly returned from a bizarre out-of-time experience on another world, now faces a crisis of world-shattering proportions. Along with Astronomer Royal Siobhan McGorran, Phillippa Duflot of the office of the mayor of London, and solar specialist and lunar resident Mikhail Martynov, Lieutenant Dutt must assemble an ambitious project to save Earth and its population from a fatal sunstorm just five years away. Sf grandmaster Clarke (2001: A Space Odyssey) and Baxter ("Manifold" series) deliver a page-turning sequel to Time's Eye and conclude the "Time Odyssey" series. Combining the best of disaster fiction and hard sf, the authors maintain their focus on the compelling characters caught in the midst of a cataclysmic cosmic event. Most libraries will want this. Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information. -- PUBLISHERS WEEKLY.

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Bio of Arthur C. Clarke

A sense of the cosmic underlies much of Arthur C. Clarke's (1917-2008) fiction and manifests in a variety of forms: the computer accelerated working out of prophecy in "The Nine Billion Names of God," the sentient telecommunications network given the spark of life in "Dial F for Frankenstein"; and the mysterious extraterrestrial overseers guiding human destiny in the novelization of his screenplay for 2001: A Space Odyssey. Clarke's best known story, 2001: A Space Odyssey, and its sequels 2010: Odyssey Two; 2061: Odyssey Three and 3001: Final Odyssey represents the culmination of ideas on man's place in the universe introduced in his 1951 story, "The Sentinel," and elaborated more fully in Childhood's End, his elegiac novel on humankind's maturation as a species and ascent to a greater purpose in the universal scheme. Clarke grounds the cosmic mystery of these stories in hard science. Degreed in physics and mathematics, Clarke was contributor to numerous scientific journals and first proposed the idea for the geosynchronous orbiting communications satellite in 1945. Some of his best known work centers around the solution of a scientific problem or enigma. A Fall of Moondust tells of efforts to rescue a ship trapped under unusual conditions on the lunar surface. The Fountains of Paradise concerns the engineering problems encountered building an earth elevator to supply orbiting space stations. His Hugo and Nebula Award winning A Rendezvous with Rama extrapolated his solid scientific inquiry into provocative new territory, telling of the human discovery of an apparently abandoned alien space ship and human attempts to understand its advanced scientific principles. Clarke's other novels include Prelude to Space, The Sands of Mars, Earthlight, Imperial Earth, and The Deep Range, a futuristic exploration of undersea life in terms similar to his speculations on space travel. He has written the novels Islands in the Sky and Dolphin Island for young readers, and his short fiction has been collected in Expedition to Earth, Reach for Tomorrow, Tales from the White Hart, The Wind from the Sun, and others. His numerous books of non fiction include his award winning The Exploration of Space, and the autobiographical Astounding Days. Clarke was officially knighted by the Queen of England in 2000.

Bio of Stephen Baxter

Stephen Baxter is a trained engineer with degrees from Cambridge and Southampton Universities. Baxter is the acclaimed author of the Manifold novels and Evolution. He is the winner of the British Science Fiction Award, the Locus Award, the John W. Campbell Award, and the Philip K. Dick Award, as well as being a nominee for an Arthur C. Clarke Award.

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Imprint

Ballantine Books

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956.90 KB

Number of Pages

336

eBook ISBN

9780345452528

Excerpt from: Sunstorm by Arthur C. Clarke

Bisesa Dutt gasped, and staggered.

She was standing. She didn't know where she was.

Music was playing.

She stared at a wall, which showed the magnified image of an impossibly beautiful young man crooning into an old-fashioned microphone. Impossible, yes; he was a synth-star, a distillation of the inchoate longings of subteen girls. "My God, he looks like Alexander the Great."

Bisesa could barely take her eyes off the wall's moving colors, its brightness. She had forgotten how drab and dun-colored Mir had been. But then, Mir had been another world altogether.

Aristotle said, "Good morning, Bisesa. This is your regular alarm call. Breakfast is waiting downstairs. The news headlines today areý"

"Shut up." Her voice was a dusty desert croak.

"Of course." The synthetic boy sang on softly.

She glanced around. This was her bedroom, in her London apartment. It seemed small, cluttered. The bed was big, soft, not slept in.

She walked to the window. Her military-issue boots were heavy on the carpet and left footprints of crimson dust. The sky was gray, on the cusp of sunrise, and the skyline of London was emerging from the flatness of silhouette.

"Aristotle."

"Bisesa?"

"What's the date?"

"Tuesday."

"The date."

"Ah. The ninth of June, 2037."

"I should be in Afghanistan."

Aristotle coughed. "I've grown used to your sudden changes of plans, Bisesa. I remember onceý"

"Mum?"

The voice was small, sleepy. Bisesa turned.

Myra was barefoot, her tummy stuck out, fist rubbing at one eye, hair tousled, a barely awake eight-year-old. She was wearing her favorite pajamas, the ones across which cartoon characters gamboled, even though they were now about two sizes too small for her. "You didn't say you were coming home."

Something broke inside Bisesa. She reached out. "Oh, Myraý"

Her daughter recoiled. "You smell funny."