The Season of Passageby Christopher Pike
But Lauren knew fear.
Inside - voices were entreating her to love them.
Outside - the mystery of the missing group that had gone before her. The dead group.
But were they simply dead?
Dr. Lauren Wagner was a celebrity. She was involved with the most exciting adventure mankind had ever undertaken. The whole world admired and respected her.
But Lauren knew fear.
Inside - voices were entreating her to love them.
Outside - the mystery of the missing group that had gone before her. The dead group.
But were they simply dead?
Or something else?
A terrifying novel of horror - and, surprisingly, of salvation - from one of America's bestselling writers.
A novel you won't forget.
“Riveting, a back-prickler.” Kirkus Reviews
“I couldn't put this book down….Pike spins…a web of horror and intrigue that encompasses Biblical and folklore origins of humanity….It is difficult to decide whether The Season of Passage should be nominated for best science fiction novel, best horror or best fantasy novel of the year. So far, it gets my votes for all three.” Rocky Mountain News
“Much…in this rich novel is not what it appears. The furious ending satisfies as few horror novels ever do. At times, the writing is lyrical and…Proustian. Ultimately, however, Pike…creates a work and style uniquely his own. This book is one of the best I've ever read.” VOYA
“This is Pike's best book to date. It keeps you turning pages constantly until the last one and then wishing there were more.” The Herald-Bloomingdale
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"Don't touch me!" Lauren Wagner screamed. Still caught in the web of her nightmare, she shoved at the small hand that held her arm. Jennifer, her younger sister, fell to the ground atop a scattering of pine needles. But Jennifer quickly sprang to her feet and reached out once more.
"Jenny," Lauren said, disgusted when she saw what she had done. Her T-shirt was drenched with sweat and her heart was pounding. She gave Jennifer a quick hug. "Are you OK? I didn't mean to push you. I was having a nightmare."
"I'm fine," Jennifer said, more serious than startled.
"I'm sorry." Lauren busied her hands over her sister's clothes. She realized she was trembling, and had to make a conscious effort to stop. Jennifer watched her closely, her clear blue eyes alert.
"You called someone, Lauren," she said. "Whose name did you call?"
Lauren hugged her thirteen-year-old sister again, tighter this time, and buried her face in Jennifer's brilliant hair. The chair she had dozed off in rocked forward on the forest floor. "Was I talking in my sleep?" she asked. "I had the strangest dream."
Jennifer undid Lauren's hands and took a step back. Behind her, the orange light of the evening sun shone on the tops of the surrounding pine trees. Wash Lake, a hundred yards off to their left, was a deep blue, calm and clear in the quiet of the forest. The fragrance of wild dandelions and blooming sunflowers was in the air. Yet in that moment it seemed to Lauren that Jennifer was not standing in the beautiful mountains of Wyoming, but in another place, a place where there was little beauty, and no sweet smells. Jennifer's gaze was far away and troubled.
"Whose name did you call?" Jennifer repeated.
Lauren forced a laugh and squeezed Jennifer's shoulders. "You just startled me, is all. That's why I jumped. My dreamwhy, I can't even remember it. It was nothing. It was only a nightmare."
Jennifer looked doubtful. She gestured to stump near Terry's cabin. "I was reading a book. Then you called me."
Lauren wanted to change the subject. "What book are you reading?" She started to run her fingers through Jennifer's long blond hair, but Jennifer shook her head and stepped away.
"Just a story," she said. "It's nothing." Turning, she walked over to the stump and picked up her book. She sat down and began to read, without looking back up.
Lauren frowned. Jennifer was a paradox, she thought, full of joy one moment, troubled and serious the next. Sometimes she wondered if Jennifer spent too much time with her nose in books. It was not unusual for Jennifer to go through five novels a week, all kinds of novels: science fiction, fantasy, adventure books, and westerns. Lauren never censored them. She didn't understand why Jennifer hadn't answered her question.
But that reminded Lauren. She still had to read Terry's article. Terry Hayes was her fiancé, a newspaper reporter for the Houston Herald. Lauren picked up the paper from where it had fallen when she jumped up out of her nightmare. The front page was dominated by a color picture that Terry had taken of the crew members of America's first expedition to Mars. Lauren was in the middle, down in front.
It was oddshe had been looking at the picture when she had fallen asleep. She knew her nightmare had had something to do with Mars. She called over to Jennifer. "Terry wanted me to critique the second part of his article, but I've only got the first part. Didn't you tell me that boyfriend of yours could get me a copy of the Herald?"
Jennifer glanced up and blushed. "He's not my boyfriend."
"Then why were you holding his hand?"
"I didn't hold his hand. I didn't."
"I understand. He was holding your hand."
Jennifer had forgotten her book. "Were you spying on us?"
"I wouldn't dream of it."
"Right," Jennifer said sarcastically.
Lauren was thoughtful. "But I do seem to remember seeing him kiss you. Accidentally seeing you, that is. It was on the cheek."
"He never!" Jennifer said indignantly.
"On the cheek but not far from your lips. A very long kiss, if my memory serves me correctly."
Jennifer seemed about to make another sharp retort when she burst out laughing. "You're just jealous because he thinks I'm prettier than you."
Lauren blinked, surprised. "He said that?"
Jennifer nodded, smug. Of course, Lauren had to agree with the young man. Jennifer was an exceptional beauty, one of those children who could turn a dozen heads in a crowded mall. Her features showed an interesting play of contradictory genes. They were clearly defined, yet also delicate, waiflike. She spent many hours outdoors, and as a result always had a decent tan, which went well with her blue eyes. The latter possessed a cerulean clarity that was seldom found except in newborn babies. But it was her hair that was her crowning glory: long and curly, naturally blond to the point of looking bleached. On sunny days it swirled around her sleek shoulders like a protective aura. To look at Jennifer was to see something beautiful; it was as simple as that.
"You told me his name," Lauren said. "What is it? Dave?"
"I see, Daniel. Not Dan or Danny, but Daniel."
"I thought calling him by his proper name would make him feel more important." Jennifer explained.
"Did you read that in a book?"
Jennifer shook her head.
"Are you sure?" Lauren asked.
"No.Yes! I like that name, Daniel."
Lauren eyed her sister's discarded book. "What are you reading anyway?"
Jennifer bowed her head and touched the book's dull red cover. "Just something I found at the library."
"And it's a secret?"
Jennifer hesitated. "It's a love story."
Lauren laughed. "I bet DannyDaniel told you to read it. I'm going to make sure Terry watches you closely the next two years." Instantly, Lauren regretted mentioning her leaving, although it was something they had talked about enough. She knew Jennifer preferred not to discuss the expedition to Mars while they were in Wyoming. It was strangeher sister had no trouble with the subject when they were in Houston. Lauren added. "Will Daniel be here soon?"
Jennifer brightened. "He said yesterday that he'd be here at six. He's going to show me one of his weapons."
"Sounds like a date to me." Lauren checked the position of the sun. "He should be here any minute. Do you want me to take a walk?"
"You don't have to," Jennifer said, although she quickly stood, like maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea. Lauren took the hint and got up, tucking Terry's newspaper in her white shorts. The air was warm and dry, and the feel of the sun on her bare legs was delicious.
"I need the exercise," Lauren said. "What did you mean, he's going to show you one of his weapons? Is he in the service?"
Jennifer giggled. "No. He's only fourteen. He collects weapons. He's part Indian."
Lauren nodded. "That explains it. Is he going to show you how to shoot a bow and arrow?"
"No. He's bringing an elephant rifle."
"Great. My little sister's chasing an Indian who hunts elephants in a pine forest." Jennifer thought that was funny. Lauren continued, "I bought some Cokes in town yesterday, if you want to give your friend a drink. And Jenny, if Terry comes, have Daniel give a blast on his gun."
"What if he doesn't bring any bullets?"
Lauren was already among the trees, the pine needles crackling under her bare feet. "Then have him send up smoke signals," she called.
Soon Lauren reached the shore of the lake, where she turned west, heading in the direction of the sun. It was not long before she entered the shallows and broke into a jog, and then began to run. She loved to race along the shore and feel the sand between her toes and the water splashing up her back. She ran for five hard minutes, and covered at least a milefor she was in excellent shape, and had always been fast on her feet. She only stopped when she came to wide stream, which from experience she knew to have the slipperiest rocks in all of Wyoming. She had a tiny dent on the back of her skull courtesy of the stream.
She was hot, and the lake was tempting. Unfortunately, she didn't have her suit, and her shorts and T-shirt felt like lead weights when they were wet. Plus she was something of a celebrity these days, what with the launch date only a couple of weeks away. It wouldn't do to have one of NASA's leading public relations specimens to be photographed nude.
Then again, it might do wonders for their budget.
Lauren listened closely for a minute, scanning the beach in both directions and finding no one. What decided her in the end was the thought of not seeing any green or open water for two whole years. She had to embrace nature while she could, and if someone did snap her picture, at least she would look like she was having fun. She had her shorts and shirt off in five seconds, and was in water over her head in another ten. It was not merely cold, it was liquid ice, and she loved it. Wash Lake was a half mile across, and she swam strongly toward the center. Had it not been for her bare bottom, she would have tried to swim to the far shore.
But her run must have taken more out of her than she realized. Close to the middle of the lake, she found herself working hard, and decided to roll over on her back and take it easy. She drifted along for some time, paddling just enough to stay afloat. Out of the corners of her eyes, the trees looked ten times more distant than they really were, as they always did from surface level. The sky began to darken as the sun slipped behind a forested ridge, and the water temperature finally made itself felt on her muscles. After all the money NASA had invested in her training, it would be a bummer is she drowned. Yet it was with regret that she rolled onto her belly and began to swim toward the shore. She knew even then that she would remember this swim while she was walking across the sands of Mars.
Out of the water, Lauren plopped down on a boulder beside the stream and slipped back into her clothes. The evening air held the day's warmthshe didn't mind the damp material clinging to her skin. She had left the paper in the sand. She picked it up and flipped to Terry's article.
WAR OF THE WORLDS
By Terry Hayes, Reporter
Houston. On October 28, 2002, almost two years ago, two Russian spacecraft touched down on Mars, in the mountainous region known as Tharsis. The expedition was headed by Dmitri Maximov. For ten days his men explored the area, beaming to Earth incredible footage of the alien landscape. But then, on November 6, all contact with them was lost. Two days later, communication was also lost with Carl Bensk, the sole cosmonaut aboard the mother ship, in orbit around Mars. Since that time, neither the men on the planet, nor Carl Bensk, have been heard from. They are presumed dead.
What happened to them? Five major theories have been put forth to explain their disappearance: 1) mechanical failure; 2) natural calamity; 3) alien infection; 4) alien monsters; and 5) insanity.
Of these five theories, the first is thought most likely, but only in the improbable context of the others. The chance of both communication systems on board the landers failing simultaneously is astronomically small. Furthermore, the two craft landed almost a mile apart. If one had exploded during takeoff, the other would have been spared. For the mechanical theory to hold water, the mother ship would also have had to suffer a major system failure. The theory breaks down under even the most casual scrutiny.
A natural calamity? Mars is now known to have sandstorms, and earthquakes are much more common there than on Earth. It snowed often while the Russians were in communication. The Tharsis region is also volcanic, or at least it has been in the past. However, satellites circling Mars reported no unusual weather during the period in question, and no obvious eruptions. In either case, the orbiting ship should have been unaffected, and Carl Bensk should still have returned home.
Life has never been proven to exist on Mars. Nevertheless, a variety of microscopic organisms could be flourishing in the planet's atmosphere and soil undetected. Our investigation of Mars is still in its infant stages. As is well known, a human being exposed to a virus or a bacteria from an alien environment would have no natural defense. Skeptics of this theory, however, point out that such an infection would have had to strike at lightning speed to prevent the cosmonauts from radioing Earth. Given the harsh Martian environment, advanced forms of life are considered impossible. Plus, of course, none of the Russians saw anything that looked alive. But even if such creatures did exist, they would once again have had to kill at an incredible speed to prevent at least a warning from being sent to Earth. Certainly, no alien's arm could have reached all the way into space and murdered Carl Bensk, not unless the alien was part of an advanced civilization that had mastered the art of invisibility.
It must be clear by now that the fundamental criticism of all these theories centers on Mr. Bensk. That is, except for the fifth theoryinsanity. The Russians…
• • •
Lauren dropped the paper with a start as a loud explosion echoed across the lake. Daniel must have brought bullets, she thought. Terry must have arrived. She jumped to her feet and raced down the sandy beach. She ran fast, as hard as she had on the run out, and was gasping for air by the time she caught sight of Jennifer and her friend.
But Terry hadn't arrived, after all. Daniel was simply target shooting, using the cans of Coke she had bought yesterday. A handsome boy, he was dark complexioned, and had a remarkably well developed physique for a fourteen-year-old. The rifle he had cocked to his shoulder looked as if it could blow the head off a dinosaur.
"I told him you would come if he shot the gun," Jennifer said with a laugh. "Lauren, this is Daniel. Daniel, this is my big sister, Lauren. She's going to Mars in a couple of weeks."
So what else is new, Lauren thought.
Daniel offered his hand. "I know that. I saw you on TV last week. That's great that you're going to Mars. I'd like to go there myself someday."
Lauren shook his hand. "Pleased to meet you, Daniel. You'll get to go. In another twenty years they'll probably have tourist flights to Mars."
"But Lauren's going to be one of the first there," Jennifer said.
"The Russians were the first ones," Daniel said. He added, "Of course, they didn't come back."
"No they didn't," Lauren agreed.
"That was a lousy way for me to say hello," Daniel said wisely. "Sorry."
"That's all right," Lauren said.
"It's pretty cold there, isn't it?" Daniel asked.
"Our suits will keep us warm," Lauren said. "At least, that's what NASA tells us."
"I tried on her helmer," Jennifer broke in.
"What was it like?" Daniel asked, interested.
"It didn't fit. It was like wearing a bowl over your head. It was fun, though."
"We'll see you on TV when you're there, won't we?" Daniel asked.
"Yes," Lauren said. "Except you'll see everything twenty minutes after it happens. Even traveling at the speed of light, out radio signals will take that long to reach Earth. You probably know all that stuff."
"Yeah," Daniel said. "Pretty long ways to travel. Jenny says you'll be gone two years."
Lauren nodded. Jennifer explained, "The trip home takes the most time. They have to wait for the Earth to swing back around the sun. Hey, Daniel, did you hear about the computer that runs their ship? His name's Friend. I think that's a neat name."
"I read about him in the papers," Daniel said. "Is it true he really knows how to think?"
Lauren smiled. "He thinks just fine, as long as he doesn't have to make a decision. He only knows what he has been programmed to know, like a PC in your home. But since that's just about everything mankind has learned in the last five thousand years, he's pretty smart."
"He talks, doesn't he ?" Daniel asked.
"Like you and me," Lauren said.
"I talked to him over the radio," Jennifer said.
"What did he say?" Daniel asked.
"I asked if he enjoyed living in a spaceship, and he said, 'Yes, Miss Wagner.'"
"He called you Miss Wagner?" Daniel asked.
"He's very polite," Jennifer said. "But I didn't talk to him that much. I couldn't think of anything, you know, that I wanted to say to a machine."
Daniel shook his head, impressed. "All this stuff is so far out." He inspected Lauren more closely. "Lauren, how come your hair's all wet? Were you swimming in the lake?"
"Yeah," she said. "I swam all the way out."
"How come your shorts didn't get wet?" Daniel asked.
Lauren shrugged. He was a big boy. "Because I took them off."
Jennifer blushed. Daniel nodded. "I used to go swimming naked all the time," he said.
"You did?" Jennifer asked, amazed.
Daniel shrugged. "Sure." He addressed Lauren. "I hope you didn't go swimming alone."
"I was alone, yes." He had his eyes on her, and Lauren wasn't sure what he was thinking. But he seemed a nice enough kid. "Why not?"
Daniel spoke gravely. "A girl my age drowned last week. She went out too far and cramped up. At least that's what my brother thinks happened to her. The water's pretty cold. I had to dig the hole for her."
Lauren grimaced. "You what?"
Jennifer looked uncomfortable. She said quickly, "Daniel sometimes helps out at Olive Grove Cemetery. He usually just does gardening. You know the place, Lauren? You've seen it on the road in."
"You helped bury her?" Lauren asked, not really wanting to know.
"Yeah," Daniel said. "The owner doesn't have much equipment. Sometimes I help him put the coffins in the hole. You have to be careful. We had a lid pop open on us once. HellI'm being gross. I should shut up."
"I'm a doctor," Lauren said. "I'm hard to gross out."
Daniel stepped to his bike. A canvas bag stuffed with papers straddled the handlebars. "I got a copy of that Houston paper for you," he said, pulling it out of the bag and handing it to her.
"That's great," Lauren said. She pointed to the row of three Coke cans sitting atop a boulder approximately two hundred yards away. The light had begun to fail, and even under perfect conditions, Daniel would have had to be an excellent shot to hit them. But Lauren wouldn't be surprised if he could. He had a cool confidence about him. She could see why Jennifer liked him. "Were you target shooting?" she asked.
"I was just showing off," he replied, swinging the stock of the rifle into the soft of his shoulder.
"Jenny tells me you collect weapons," Lauren said.
Daniel eyed along the rifle's barrel. The rifle wasn't equipped with a telescopic sight. "It's in my blood, being a savage Indian and all."
"You're not savage," Jennifer said.
Daniel winked at her, and Lauren caught a spark in his eyes which made her smile to herself. The guy liked Jennifer, which should have been no surprise, except Jennifer had few friends at school. Those she did have, she had known for many years. Jennifer was affectionate and warm, and most of the time happy, but unusually guarded for a thirteen-year-old.
"What do you have in your collection?" Lauren asked.
"A Civil War cannon," Daniel said, dropping to one knee, "a dozen Chinese Knives, an old Spanish sword, and a boomerang. I'll have to show you how to use it sometime, Jenny. But my real prize is a crossbow my brother found. Yeah, he just found it, in the mountains in Switzerland. Shoots as straight as this rifle here." Daniel paused. "Plug your ears."
Lauren and Jennifer did so. Daniel pulled the trigger. The bang was loud, even with their ears covered. A spark flashed on the boulder where the cans sat. Daniel had missed. He took a deep breath, held it, and then fired again. The can on the right exploded. The fizzling foam flowed over the stone. Jennifer cheered briefly, then quickly replaced her fingers to her ears. Daniel fired once more, demolishing the can in the middle.
"Incredible," Lauren said, impressed. In the deepening twilight, she could hardly see the remaining can, and she had better than twenty-twenty vision.
Jennifer patted Daniel on the back. "My warrior."
Daniel was nonchalant. He offered Jennifer his rifle. "Would you like to give it a shot?"
Jennifer backed up, startled. She shook her head. "I don't think so."
Daniel turned to Lauren. "Want to put the last can out of its misery?"
"Yeah." Lauren took the gun, feeling an odd pleasure in its weight. This was how wars got started, she knew, with a fascination with powerful toys. She crouched down and tried to steady her aim, using her knee for support. Then Jennifer touched her side. "What is it?" she asked, not pleased at the interruption.
"Don't use that," Jennifer said.
"Huh?" Lauren squinted. For a moment, she had lost sight of the can.
"Don't fire the gun," Jennifer said.
Slightly annoyed, Lauren asked, "Why not?"
I see you brought the fire.
"What did you say?" Lauren asked Daniel.
"I didn't say anything," he said.
"I thought you said to fire…see that I fire. Hmmm. Somebody said something."
"I didn't say anything," Daniel repeated.
Lauren turned her attention to Jennifer, who was standing perfectly still, watching her. "What's your problem?" Lauren asked.
Jennifer was long in answering. "You shouldn't use that."
"Why not?" Lauren asked. "Since when did you become a pacifist for the sake of Coke cans?"
Jennifer cocked her head to the side, as if she were listening with her whole body. Then suddenly she raised an eyebrow. "Terry's almost here," she said.
"Are you sure?" Lauren asked. She paused. "I don't hear a thing."
"Listen," Jennifer said.
Lauren did so, and still didn't hear anything. Daniel had eyes like an eagle and Jennifer ears like a bat. Their kids would be superhuman. Daniel finally knelt and pressed his ear to the ground.
"A car is coming," he said. "Is it your boyfriend?"
Lauren quickly returned the rifle to Daniel. "My fiancé," she said absently. "He's a reporter." She looked at Jennifer, who was staring at the sky. For no, reason, Lauren felt a sudden chill.
"I know him," Daniel said. "Terry Hayes. He and my brother are friends. Mr. Hayes used to come here a lot on vacation years ago. I probably met him before you two did."
Jennifer slowly shook herself, seemingly returning to Earth, and smiled faintly. "We're like one big family," she said. "We all know each other."
Lauren finally heard Terry's car for herself. "Oh, Christ," she said. "My hair's a mess. I have to put my clothes on." She jogged toward the cabin. At the porch steps she turned and called. "Hide that gun, Daniel. Terry hates the sight of guns."
"Really?" he said. "All right, sure." Daniel dashed to the trees to stash the rifle.
"They remind him of wars," Jennifer said thoughtfully.
"I wouldn't be surprised if they did," Lauren muttered, skipping up the steps.
I see you brought the fire.
Why did I think that? Lauren asked herself. She didn't know. She didn't care. She hurried inside. God, she was going to Mars in a couple of weeks.
Copyright © 1992 by Christopher Pike
Meet the Author
CHRISTOPHER PIKE is a multi-million copy bestselling author whose books have appeared multiple times on the USA Today, New York Times, and Publishers Weekly bestseller lists. He lives in Santa Barbara, California.
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I love this book and have read it countless times. I want it on my nook, but it's not available!
I've read Christopher Pike since I was a teenager, and was surprised to see him writing adult novels. This was the one I chose to try first, and I have to say I was very pleasantly surprised by it. Even after all these years, this is still one of my favorite books. The book grabs you from the very beginning and keeps a hold throughout the book. I don't see anyone getting tired of reading this one. This book is highly recommended for those who truly like suspense novels!!! And for those who get so involved in books that they find it hard to put down!
I`m a huge fan of Christopher Pike ever since my middle-school years reading his paperback books for young adults. After reading the Remember Me trilogy, which is my favorite from him, I saw that he released a new novel, Season Of Passage. I realize halfway through the book that it wasn't intended for young adults but for actual adults. The suspense, horror and overall tone of the book related a lot towards an older audience, but it he still keeps it relative to his first audiences. What I love about this book is the fact that he incorporated fantasy and a world beyond earth that ties everything in the end. As always, Pike's first-person narrative makes the characters in his book relate to us. You can hear his literary expression which lingers in all his previous books.
It is one of the best books that I've ever read, easily one of my favourite books. I've read it so often that I've had to buy a second copy since my first was falling apart. Have to say, however, that the new cover and size are terrible. Still, I don't know if I've seen many books weave together so many genres in such an effective manner. I wouldn't say that this was strictly for those that like sci-fi, horror or fantasy. It's for people that love to fall into the story that they are reading.
kept me guesing the whole time loved it!!!
This is Christopher Pike at his best... he reveals just enough of the plot at a time so that the reader can't guess what will happen next. That's what I always loved about Pike, I can never guess how the story will resolve itself. I won't say too much of the plot, so many others already have. But I will say that I love how Pike writes in such a way where I can actually feel what the characters feel. It's not like his writing gets into my head, but also my emotions. I can feel what ever character feels, and even after the book is over I'm still experiencing what the characters have gone through. Maybe that's why Pike can write stories that are fantastical or sci-fi, and yet they still feel so real.
I loved this book so much. A few years ago, when I was about 12-13, I was bored reading plain fantasy novels about princesses and princes and some sci-fi, but it wasn't enough. I picked up this book while scimming my middle school media center, and saw the cover. I know the old saying, but sometimes, we can't help but judge a book by its cover. I checked it out, and two frightening hours later, I was sad to put it down. I never really had a favorite book, until this one. I loved it. Lauren Wagner narrates this book, and reading about her terrifying experiences was amazing. Pike takes Brahm Stoker's "Dracula" to a whole new level. It takes romance, passion, hate, adventure, and everything imaginable and wraps it up into the best novel I've ever read. I would recommend it to anyone, and have.
Mr. Pike is the greatest author with the most vivid, compelling, imaginative stories that have EVER been introduced to world of literature. this book has been my favorite book for 8 yrs straight (since 12 years old) and i don't think it will ever change! i highly recommend this book to anyone young and old, whether you enjoy reading or not you will not disappointed in any shape way or form. please regard this seriously you will regret not reading such a wonderful book and trust me once you do you will totally fall in love with all the characters but most of all you'll never forget how well you relate to what the book encloses!!!!!
I love this novel. I discovered it when it first came out, as the author is one of my favorites. It combines vampires and Mars, weaving an amazing story of the origins of the human race, and how Mars' atmosphere was destroyed, with a modern day exploration of the planet, and the deep emotional commitments people make with each other.
I'm 20 years old and I remembered reading this book when I was younger. I absolutely loved it then. All the elements in this book wrap you up and you can't put it down. I just ordered another copy so I could read it again and I'm sure that it's everything I remember it to be.
This is the first time I've written a book review here. Reason I feel compelled to write one is I absolutely loved this book when I was a kid. I read it when I was 13/14, and the book had such an impact on me - not that it taught me anything about life, but the story was so incredible and masterfully told that it stayed with me for years. Every time I pass by the young adult section, I think of this book. I'm actually thinking of buying it (i lost the copy i had - i think i might have gotten it from the library) so I can read it again.
This was one of the best books I have ever read. Pike is an amazing writer with more imagination than a 10 yr old. (that's hard to beat). I've never encountered an author with such originality. This book rocks!
I read this book when I was a teen. It was the last book of his I read before I stopped. I loved it! I was scared to death, but I loved it! I was thinking I was too old to start back reading these, but I have to!!
OK, I am 27 years old and I had to sleep with the light on because of this book! I loved it!!! I haven't read one of Pikes books since I was a teen!!! I have to go and find all the ones I missed now!!! WOW SCARY. GREAT BOOK!!!!