Ender in Exile (Ender Quintet Series #5)

Ender in Exile (Ender Quintet Series #5)

by Orson Scott Card


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ISBN-13: 9780765376251
Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
Publication date: 09/17/2013
Series: Ender Quintet Series , #5
Pages: 384
Sales rank: 415,890
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.20(h) x 1.60(d)
Lexile: 840L (what's this?)

About the Author

ORSON SCOTT CARD is the author of the international bestsellers Shadow of the Giant, Shadow Puppets, Shadow of the Hegemon, and Ender's Shadow, and of the beloved science fiction classic, Ender's Game--now a major motion picture starring Asa Butterfield and Harrison Ford--as well as the acclaimed fantasy series The Tales of Alvin Maker. He lives in Greensboro, North Carolina.


Greensboro, North Carolina

Date of Birth:

August 24, 1951

Place of Birth:

Richland, Washington


B.A. in theater, Brigham Young University, 1975; M.A. in English, University of Utah, 1981

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Ender in Exile

By Card, Orson Scott
Tor Books
Copyright © 2008

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To: jpwiggin@gso.nc.pub, twiggin@uncg.edu From: hgraff%educadmin@ifcom.gov Subj: When Andrew Returns Home  Dear John Paul and Theresa Wiggin,

You understand that during the recent attempt by the Warsaw Pact to take over the International Fleet, our sole concern at EducAdmin was the safety of the children. Now we are finally able to begin working out the logistics of sending the children home.

We assure you that Andrew will be provided with continuous surveillance and an active bodyguard throughout his transfer from the I.F. to American government control. We are still negotiating the degree to which the I.F. will continue to provide protection after the transfer.

Every effort is being made by EducAdmin to assure that Andrew will be able to return to the most normal childhood possible. However, I wish your advice about whether he should be retained here in isolation until the conclusion of the inquiries into EducAdmin actions during the late campaign. It is quite likely that testimony will be offered that depicts Andrew and his actions in damaging ways, in order to attack EducAdmin through him (and the other children). Herat IFCom we can keep him from hearing the worst of it; on Earth, no such protection will be possible and it is likelier that he will be called to "testify."

Hyrum Graff


Theresa Wiggin was sitting up in bed, holding her printout of Graff’s letter. " ‘Called to "testify." ’ Which means putting him on exhibit as—what, a hero? More likely a monster, since we already have various senators decrying the exploitation of children."

"That’ll teach him to save the human race," said her husband, John Paul.

"This is not a time for flippancy."

"Theresa, be reasonable," said John Paul. "I want Ender home as much as you do."

"No you don’t," said Theresa fiercely. "You don’t ache with the need for him every day."Even as she said it she knew she was being unfair to him, and she covered her eyes and shook her head.

To his credit, he understood and didn’t argue with her about what he did and did not feel. "You can never have the years they’ve taken, Theresa. He’s not the boy we knew."

"Then we’ll get to know the boy he is. Here. In our home."

"Surrounded by guards."

"That’s the part I refuse to accept. Who would want to hurt him?"

John Paul set down the book he was no longer pretending to read. "Theresa, you’re the smartest person I know."

"He’s a child!"

"He won a war against incredibly superior forces."

"He fired off one weapon. Which he did not design or deploy."

"He got that weapon into firing range."

"The formics are gone! He’s a hero, he’s not in danger."

"All right, Theresa, he’s a hero. How is he going to go to middle school? What eighth- grade teacher is ready for him? What school dance is he going to be ready for?"

"It will take time. But here, with his family—"

"Yes, we’re such a warm, welcoming group of people, a love nest into which he’ll fit so easily."

"We do love each other!"

"Theresa, Colonel Graff is only trying to warn us that Ender isn’t just our son."

"He’s nobody else’s son."

"You know who wants to kill our son."

"No, I don’t."

"Every government that thinks of American military power as an obstacle to their plans."

"But Ender isn’t going to be in the military, he’s going to be—"

"This week he won’t be in the American military. Maybe. He won awards at the age of twelve, Theresa. What makes you think he won’t be drafted by our benevolent and democratic government the moment he gets back to Earth? Or put into protective custody? Maybe they’ll let us go with him and maybe they won’t."

Theresa let the tears flow down her cheeks. "So you’re saying that when he left here we lost him forever."

"I’m saying that when your child goes off to war, you will never get him back. Not as he was, not the same boy. Changed, if he comes back at all. So let me ask you. Do you want him to go where he’s in the greatest danger, or to stay where he’s relatively safe?"

"You think Graff is trying to get us to tell him to keep Ender with him out there in space."

"I think Graff cares what happens to Ender, and he’s letting us know—without actually saying it, because every letter he sends can be used against him in court—that Ender is in terrible danger. Not ten minutes after Ender’s victory, the Russians made their brutal play for control of the I.F. Their soldiers killed thousands of fleet officers before the I.F. was able to force their surrender. What would they have done if they had won? Brought Ender home and put on a big parade for him?"

Theresa knew all of this. She had known it, viscerally at least, from the moment she read Graff’s letter. No, she had known it even before, had known it with a sick dread as soon as she heard that the Formic War was over. He would not be coming home.

She felt John Paul’s hand on her shoulder. She shrugged it off. His hand returned, stroking her arm as she lay there, facing away from him, crying because she knew she had already lost the argument, crying because she wasn’t even on her own side in their quarrel.

"We knew when he was born that he didn’t belong to us."

"He does belong to us."

"If he comes home, his life belongs to whatever government has the power to protect him and use him—or kill him. He’s the single most important asset surviving from the war. The great weapon. That’s all he’ll be—that and such a celebrity he can’t possibly have a normal childhood anyway. And would we be much help, Theresa? Do we understand what his life has been for the past seven years? What kind of parents can we be to the boy—the man—that he’s become?"

"We would be wonderful," she said.

"And we know this because we’re such perfect parents for the children we have at home with us."

Theresa rolled onto her back. "Oh, dear. Poor Peter. It must be killing him that Ender might come home."

"Take the wind right out of his sails."

"Oh, I’m not sure of that," said Theresa. "I bet Peter is already figuring out how to exploit Ender’s return."

"Until he finds out that Ender is much too clever to be exploited."

"What preparation does Ender have for politics? He’s been in the military all this time."

John Paul chuckled.

"All right, yes, of course the military is just as political as government."

"But you’re right," said John Paul. "Ender’s had protection there, people who intended to exploit him, yes, but he hasn’t had to do any bureaucratic fighting for himself. He’s probably a babe in the woods when it comes to maneuvering like that."

"So Peter really could use him?"

"That’s not what worries me. What worries me is what Peter will do when he finds out that he can’t use him."

Theresa sat back up and faced her husband. "You can’t think Pete would raise a hand against Ender!"

"Peter doesn’t raise his own hand to do anything difficult or dangerous. You know how he’s been using Valentine."

"Only because she lets him use her."

"Exactly my point," said John Paul.

"Ender is not in danger from his own family."

"Theresa, we have to decide: What’s best for Ender? What’s best forgetter and Valentine? What’s best for the future of the world?"

"Sitting here on our bed, in the middle of the night, the two of us are deciding the fate of the world?"

"When we conceived little Andrew, my dear, we decided the fate of the world."

"And had a good time doing it," she added.

"Is it good for Ender to come home? Will it make him happy?"

"Do you really think he’s forgotten us?" she asked. "Do you think Ender doesn’t care whether he comes home?"

"Coming home lasts a day or two. Then there’s living here. The danger from foreign powers, the unnaturalness of his life at school, the constant infringements on his privacy, and let’s not forget Peter’s unquenchable ambition and envy. So I ask again, will Ender’s life here be happier than it

would be if . . ."

"If he stays out in space? What kind of life will that be for him?"

"The I.F. has made its commitment—total neutrality in regard to anything happening on Earth. If they have Ender, then the whole world—every government—will know they’d better not try to go up against the Fleet."

"So by not coming home, Ender continues to save the world on an ongoing basis," said Theresa. "What a useful life he’ll have."

"The point is that nobody else can use him."

Theresa put on her sweetest voice. "So you think we should write back to Graff and tell him that we don’t want Ender to come home?"

"We can’t do anything of the kind," said John Paul. "We’ll write back that we’re eager to see our son and we don’t think any bodyguard will be necessary."

It took her a moment to realize why he seemed to be reversing everything he’d said. "Any letters we send Graff," she said, "will be just as publicans the letter he sent us. And just as empty. And we do nothing and let things take their course."

"No, my dear," said John Paul. "It happens that living in our own house, under our own roof, are two of the most influential formers of public opinion."

"But John Paul, officially we don’t know that our children are sneaking around in the nets, manipulating events through Peter’s network of correspondents and Valentine’s brilliantly perverse talent for demagoguery."

"And they don’t know that we have any brains," said John Paul. "They seem to think they were left at our house by fairies instead of having our genetic material throughout their little bodies. They treat us as convenient samples of ignorant public opinion. So . . . let’s give them some public opinions that will steer them to do what’s best for their brother."

"What’s best," echoed Theresa. "We don’t know what’s best."

"No," said John Paul. "We only know what seems best. But one thing’s certain—we know a lot more about it than any of our children do."

Valentine came home from school with anger festering inside her. Stupid teachers—it made her crazy sometimes to ask a question and have the teacher patiently explain things to her as if the question were a sign of Valentine’s failure to understand the subject, instead of the teacher’s. But Valentine sat there and took it, as the equation showed up in the holodisplay on everybody’s desk and the teacher covered it point by point.

Then Valentine drew a little circle in the air around the element of the problem that the teacher had not addressed properly—the reason why the answer was not right. Valentine’s circle did not show up on all the desks, of course; only the teacher’s computer had that capability.

So the teacher then got to draw his own circle around that number and say, "What you’re not noticing here, Valentine, is that even with this explanation, if you ignore this element you still can’t get the right answer."

It was such an obvious ego- protective cover- up. But of course it wasobvious only to Valentine. To the other students, who were barely grasping the material anyway (especially since it was being explained to them by an unobservant incompetent), it was Val who had overlooked the circled parenthetical, even though it was precisely because of that element that she had asked her question in the first place.

And the teacher gave her that simpering smile that clearly said, You aren’t going to defeat me and humiliate me in front of this class.

But Valentine was not trying to humiliate him. She did not care about him. She simply cared that the material be taught well enough that if, God forbid, some member of the class became a civil engineer, his bridges wouldn’t fall down and kill people.

That was the difference between her and the idiots of the world. They were all trying to look smart and keep their social standing. Whereas Valentine didn’t care about social standing, she cared about getting it right. Getting the truth—when the truth was gettable.

She had said nothing to the teacher and nothing to any of the students and she knew she wouldn’t get any sympathy at home, either. Peter would mock her for caring about school enough to let that clown of a teacher get under her skin. Father would look at the problem, point out the correct answer, and go back to his work without ever noticing that Val wasn’t asking for help, she was asking for commiseration.

And Mother? She would be all for charging down to the school and doing something about it, raking the teacher over the coals. Mother wouldn’t even hear Val explaining that she didn’t want to shame the teacher, she just wanted somebody to say, "Isn’t it ironic, that in this special advanced school for really bright kids, they have a teacher who doesn’t know his own subject!" To which Val could reply, "It sure is!" and then she’d feel better. Like somebody was on her side. Somebody got it and she wasn’t alone.

My needs are simple and few, thought Valentine. Food. Clothing. A comfortable place to sleep. And no idiots.

But of course a world with no idiots would be lonely. If she herself were even allowed there. It’s not as if she never made mistakes.

Like the mistake of ever letting Peter rope her into being Demosthenes. He still thought he needed to tell her what to write every day after school—as if, after all these years, she had not completely internalized the character. She could write Demosthenes’ essays in her sleep.

And if she needed help, all she had to do was listen to Father pontificate on world affairs—since he seemed to echo all of Demosthenes’ warmongering jingoistic demagogic opinions despite claiming never to read the columns.

If he knew his sweet naive little daughter was writing those essays, he’d poop petunias.

She fumed into the house, headed straight for her computer, scanned the news, and started writing the essay she knew Peter would assign her—a diatribe on how the I.F. should not have ended the hostilities with the Warsaw Pact without first demanding that Russia surrender all her nukes, because shouldn’t there be some cost to waging a nakedly aggressive war? All the usual spewings from her Demosthenes anti- avatar.

Or am I, as Demosthenes, Peter’s real avatar? Have I been turned into a virtual person?

Click. An email. Anything would be better than what she was writing.

It was from Mother. She was forwarding an email from Colonel Graff. About Ender having a bodyguard when he came home.

"I thought you’d want to see this," Mother had written. "Isn’t it just THRILLING that Andrew’s homecoming is SO CLOSE?"

Stop shouting, Mother. Why do you use caps for emphasis like that? It’s so—junior high school. It’s what she told Peter more than once. Mother is such a cheerleader.

Mother’s epistle went on in the same vein. It’ll take NO time at ALL to get Ender’s room back into shape for him and now there doesn’t seem to be any reason to put off cleaning the room a SECOND longer unless what do you think, would Peter want to SHARE his room with his little brother so they could BOND and get CLOSE again? And what do you think Ender will want for his VERY FIRST meal home?

Food, Mother. Whatever it is will definitely be "SPECIAL enough to make him feel LOVED and MISSED."

Anyway. Mother was so naive to take Graff’s letter at face value. Val went back and read it again. Surveillance. Bodyguard. Graff was sending her a warning, not trying to get her all excited about Ender’s homecoming. Ender was going to be in danger. Couldn’t Mother see that?

Graff asked if they should keep Ender in space till the inquiries were over. But that would take months. How could Mother have gotten the idea that Ender was coming home so soon it was time to clear out the junk that had gotten stacked in his room? Graff was asking her to request that he not be sent home just yet. And his reason was that Ender was in danger.

Instantly the whole range of dangers that Ender faced loomed before her. The Russians would assume that Ender was a weapon that America would use against them. The Chinese would think the same—that America, armed with this Ender- weapon, might become aggressive about intruding into China’s sphere of influence again. Both nations would breathe easier if Ender were dead. Though of course they’d have to make it look like the assassination had been carried out by some kind of terrorist movement. Which meant that they wouldn’t just snipe Ender out of existence, they’d probably blow up his school.

No, no, no, Val told herself. Just because that’s the kind of thing Demosthenes would say doesn’t mean it’s what you have to think!

But the image of somebody blowing Ender up or shooting him or whatever method they used—all the methods kept flashing through her mind. Wouldn’t it be ironic—yet typically human—for the person who saved the human race to be assassinated? It was like the murder of Abraham Lincoln or Mohandas Gandhi. Some people just didn’t know who their saviors were. And the fact that Ender was still a kid wouldn’t even slow them down.

He can’t come home, she thought. Mother will never see it, I could never say it to her, but . . . even if they weren’t going to assassinate him, what would his life be like here? Ender was never one to seek fame or status, and yet everything he did would end up on the vids with people commenting on how he did his hair (Vote! Like it or hate it?) and what classes he was taking in school (What will the hero be when he grownup? Vote on the career you think The Wiggin should prepare for!).

What a nightmare. It wouldn’t be coming home. They could never bring Ender home anyway. The home he left didn’t exist. The kid who was taken out of that home didn’t exist either. When Ender was here—not even a whole year ago—when Val went to the lake and spent those hours with him, Ender seemed so old. Playful sometimes, yes, but he felt the weight of the world on his shoulders. Now the burden had been taken off—but the aftermath would cling to him, would tie him down, teardown his life.

The years of childhood were gone. Period. Ender didn’t get to be a little boy growing up into an adolescent in his father’s and mother’s house. He was already an adolescent now—in years and hormones—and an adult in the responsibilities he’d borne.

If school feels empty to me, how will it feel to Ender?

Even as she finished writing her essay on Russia’s nukes and the cost of defeat, she was mentally structuring another essay. The one explaining why Ender Wiggin should not be brought back to Earth because he’d bathe target of every crank and spy and paparazzo and assassin and a normal life would be impossible.

She didn’t write it, though. Because she knew there was a huge problem: Peter would hate it.

Because Peter already had his plans. His online persona, Locke, had already started laying the groundwork for Ender’s homecoming. It was clear to Valentine that when Ender returned, Peter intended to come out of the closet as the real author of the Locke essays—and therefore the person who came up with the terms of the truce that was still holding between the Warsaw Pact and the I.F. Peter meant to piggyback on Ender’s fame. Ender saved the human race from the formics, and his big brother Peter saved the world from civil war in the aftermath of Ender’s victory. Double heroes!

Ender would hate the notoriety. Peter was so hungry for it that he intended to steal as much of Ender’s as he could get.

Oh, he’d never admit that, thought Valentine. Peter will have all kinds

of reasons why it’s for Ender’s own good. Probably the very reasons I’ve thought of.

And since that’s the case, am I doing just what Peter does? Have I come up with all these reasons for Ender not to come home, solely because in my heart I don’t want him here?

At that thought, such a wave of emotion swept over her that she found herself weeping at her homework table. She wanted him home. And even though she understood that he couldn’t really come home—Colonel Graff was right—she still yearned for the little brother who was stolen from her. All these years with the brother I hate, and now, for the sake of

the brother I love, I’ll work to keep him from . . .

From me? No, I don’t have to keep him from me. I hate school, I hate my life here, I hate hate hate being under Peter’s thumb. Why should I stay? Why shouldn’t I go out into space with Ender? At least for a while. I’m the one he’s closest to. I’m the only one he’s seen in the past seven years. If he can’t come home, one bit of home—me—can come to him!

It was all a matter of persuading Peter that it wasn’t in his best interest to have Ender come back to Earth—without letting Peter know that she was trying to manipulate him.

It just made her tired, because Peter wasn’t easy to manipulate. He saw through everything. So she had to be quite forthright and honest about what she was doing—but do it with such subtle overtones of humility and earnestness and dispassion and whatever that Peter could get past his own condescension toward everything she said and decide that he had thought that way all along and . . .

And is my real motive that I want to get off planet myself? Is this about Ender or about me getting free?

Both. It can be both. And I’ll tell Ender the truth about that—I won’t be giving up anything to be with him. I’d rather be with him in space and never see Earth again than stay here, with or without him. Without him: an aching void. With him: the pain of watching him lead a miserable,

frustrated life.

Val began to write a letter to Colonel Graff. Mother had been careless enough to include Graff’s address. That was almost a security breach. Mother was so naive sometimes. If she were an I.F. officer, she would have been cashiered long ago.

At dinner that night, Mother couldn’t stop talking about Ender’s homecoming. Peter listened with only half his attention, because of course Mother couldn’t see past her personal sentimentality about her "lost little boy coming back to the nest" whereas Peter understood that Ender’s return would be horribly complicated. So much to prepare for—and not just the stupid bedroom. Ender could have Peter’s own bed, for all he cared—what mattered was that for a brief window of time, Ender would-be the center of the world’s attention, and that was when Locke would emerge from the cloak of anonymity and put an end to the speculation about the identity of the "great benefactor of humanity who, because of his modesty in remaining anonymous, cannot receive the Nobel prize that he so richly deserves for having led us to the end of the last war of mankind."

That from a rather gushy fan of Locke’s—who also happened to bathe head of the opposition party in Great Britain. Naive to imagine even for a moment that the brief attempt by the New Warsaw Pact to take over the I.F. was the "last war." There’s only one way to have a "last war," and that’s to have the whole of Earth under a single, effective, powerful, but popular leader.

And the way to introduce that leader would be to find him on camera, standing beside the great Ender Wiggin with his arm flung across the hero’s shoulders because—and who should be surprised by this?—the "Boy of War" and the "Man of Peace" are brothers!

And now Father was blathering about something. Only he had addressed something to Peter directly and so Peter had to play the dutiful son and listen as if he cared.

"I really think you need to commit to the career you want to pursue before your brother gets home, Peter."

"And why is that?" asked Peter.

"Oh, don’t pretend to be so naive. Don’t you realize that Ender Wiggin’s brother can get into any college he wants?"

Father pronounced the words as if they were the most brilliant ever spoken aloud by someone who had not yet been deified by the Roman senate or sainted by the Pope or whatever. It would never occur to Father that Peter’s perfect grades and his perfect score on all the college- entry

tests would already get him into any school he wanted. He didn’t have to piggyback on his brother’s fame. But no, to Father everything good in Peter’s life would always be seen as flowing from Ender. Ender Ender Ender Ender what a stupid name.

If Father’s thinking this way, no doubt everybody else will, too. At least everybody below a certain minimum intelligence.

All Peter had been seeing was the publicity bonus that Ender’s homecoming

would offer. But Father had reminded him of something else—that everything he did would be discounted in people’s minds precisely because he was Ender the Great’s older brother. People would see them standing side by side, yes—but they’d wonder why Ender’s brother had

not been taken into Battle School. It would make Peter look weak and inferior

and vulnerable.

There he’d stand, noticeably taller, the brother who stayed home and didn’t do anything. "Oh, but I wrote all the Locke essays and shut down the conflict with Russia before it could turn into a world war!" Well, if you’re so smart, why weren’t you helping your little brother save the human

race from complete destruction?

Public relations opportunity, yes. But also a nightmare.

How could he use the opportunity Ender’s great victory offered, yet not have it look like he was nothing but a hanger- on, sucking at his brother’s fame like a remora? How ghastly if his announcement sounded like some sad kind of me- too- ism. Oh, you think my brother’s cool? Well, I’ll have you know that I saved the world too. In my own sad, needy little way.

"Are you all right, Peter?" asked Valentine.

"Oh, is something wrong?" asked Mother. "Let me look at you, dear."

"I’m not taking my shirt off or letting you use a rectal thermometer on me, Mother, because Val is hallucinating and I look just fine."

"I’ll have you know that if and when I start hallucinating," said Val, "I can think of something better than seeing your face looking pukish."

"What a great commercial idea," said Peter, almost by reflex now.

"Choose Your Own Hallucination! Oh, wait, they have that one—they call it ‘illegal drugs.’ "

"Don’t sneer at us needy ones," said Val. "Those who are addicted to ego don’t need drugs."

"Children," said Mother. "Is this what Ender will find when he comes home?"

"Yes," said Val and Peter simultaneously.

Father spoke up. "I’d like to think he might find you a bit more mature."

But by now Peter and Val were laughing uproariously. They couldn’t stop, so Father sent them from the table.

Peter glanced through Val’s essay on Russian nukes. "This is so boring."

"I don’t think so," said Valentine. "They have the nukes and that keeps other countries from slapping them down when they need it—which is often."

"What’s this thing you’ve got against Russia?"

"It’s Demosthenes who has something against Russia," said Val with fake nonchalance.

"Good," said Peter. "So Demosthenes will not be worried about Russian nuclear weapons, he’ll be worried about Russia getting its hands on the most valuable weapon of them all."

"The Molecular Disruption Device?" asked Val. "The I.F. will never bring it within firing range of Earth."

"Not the M.D. Device, you poor sap. I’m referring to our brother. Our civilization- destroying junior sib."

"Don’t you dare talk about him with scorn!"

Peter’s expression turned into a mocking simper. But behind his visage there was anger and hurt. She still had the power to get to him, just by making it clear how much more she loved Ender.

"Demosthenes is going to write an essay pointing out that America must get Andrew Wiggin back to Earth immediately. No more delays. The world is too dangerous a place for America not to have the immediate services of the greatest military leader the world has ever known."

Immediately a fresh wave of hatred for Peter swept over Valentine. Partly because she realized his approach would work far better than the essay she had already written. She hadn’t internalized Demosthenes as well as she thought. Demosthenes would absolutely call for Ender’s immediate return and enlistment in the American military.

And that would be as destabilizing, in its own way, as a call for forward deployment of nukes. Demosthenes’ essays were watched very carefully by the rivals and enemies of the United States. If he called for Ender to come home at once, they would all start maneuvering to keep Ender in space; and some, at least, would openly accuse America of having aggressive


It would then be Locke’s place, in a few days or weeks, to come up with a compromise, a statesmanlike solution: Leave the kid in space.

Valentine knew exactly why Peter had changed his mind. It was that stupid remark of Father’s at dinner—his reminder that Peter would be in Ender’s shadow, no matter what he did.

Well, even political sheep sometimes said something that had a good result. Now Val wouldn’t even have to persuade Peter of the need to keep Ender away from Earth. It would be all his idea instead of hers.

Theresa once again sat on the bed, crying. Strewn about her were printouts of the Demosthenes and Locke essays that she knew would keep Ender from returning home.

"I can’t help it," she said to her husband. "I know it’s the right thing—just as Graff wanted us to understand it. But I thought I’d see him again. I really did."

John Paul sat beside her on the bed and put his arms around her. "It’s the hardest thing we ever did."

"Not giving him up in the first place?"

"That was hard," said John Paul, "but we didn’t have a choice. They were going to take him anyway. This time, though. You know that if we went on the nets and put up vids of us pleading for our son to come home—we’d have a pretty good chance."

"And our little boy is going to wonder why we don’t do it."

"No he’s not."

"Oh, you think he’s so smart he’ll figure out what we’re doing? Why we’re doing nothing?"

"Why wouldn’t he?"

"Because he doesn’t know us," said Theresa. "He doesn’t know what we think or feel. As far as he can tell, we’ve forgotten all about him."

"One thing I feel good about, in this whole mess," said John Paul.

"We’re still good at manipulating our genius children."

"Oh, that," said Theresa dismissively. "It’s easy to manipulate your children when they’re absolutely sure you’re stupid."

"What makes me saddest," said John Paul, "is that Locke is getting credit for caring about Ender more than anybody. So when his identity does come out, it’ll look as though he loyally stepped in to protect his brother."

"He’s our boy, that Peter," said Theresa. "Oh, what a piece of work he is."

"I have a philosophical question. I wonder if what we call ‘goodness’s actually a maladaptive trait. As long as most people have it, and the rules of society promote it as a virtue, then the natural rulers have a Clearfield of action. It’s because of Ender’s goodness that it’s Peter we’ll have at home on Earth."

"Oh, Peter’s good," said Theresa bitterly.

"Yes, I forgot," said John Paul. "It’s for the good of the human race that he’ll become ruler of the world. An altruistic sacrifice."

"When I read his simpering essays I want to claw his eyes out."

"He’s our son, too," said John Paul. "As much a product of our genesis Ender or Val. And we did goad him into this."

Theresa knew he was right. But it didn’t help. "He didn’t have to enjoy himself so much, did he?"

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DJ_Dinosaur More than 1 year ago
Ender in Exile answers many of the questions at the end of Ender's Game. As Orson Scott Card exxplains in the epilogue, most of the book happens in between chapter 14 and 15 of Ender's Game. If you have just finished Ender's Game, i suggest that you read this book before you move on to Speaker for the Dead. But, if you are like me and are already further into the series, it is not completely necessary to read this book.
Lindsey_Miller More than 1 year ago
Card himself notes that although the main story that emerges from the narrative is this two-year journey across to the new colony, the true purpose behind writing the book was to fill in many of the gaps from the other books in the series. Honestly, I found it a little boring, and although Card's ability to intricately weave a web of strategy and psychological battle, there's not enough going on in the meta-narrative to keep my interest. With many of the other books in this series, there are great wars being fought on the outside as well as the battles between characters on the inside. This one is largely lacking the great wars being fought on the outside to keep the tension high. The psychological interplay is interesting, but not enough to keep me turning from page to page as fast as possible. Also, it's good that Card is filling in some of the gaps, and that will make this an interesting read for lovers of the Ender series and Ender universe, but on their own, the shorter stories aren't that engaging. -Lindsey Miller, lindseyslibrary
Karen Farris More than 1 year ago
Just when you think youve taken everything you can from the Ender series, a new analysis, a new character, a new story comes to life. Card has never let me down.
roeandnoir More than 1 year ago
Orson Scott Card is an amazing sci-fi writer. I suggest all of the Ender/ Bean series. This was just as enjoyable as the rest of the series.
TeensReadToo More than 1 year ago
Where did Ender disappear to after he saved planet Earth from the formics? What happened to Peter and his bid for world domination, to Valentine in Peter's shadow, and to the human race and its government between ENDER'S GAME and SPEAKER FOR THE DEAD?

Finally, Orson Scott Card provides the missing story in the ENDER series that readers have been waiting for! Card writes with his characteristic straightforward style that, though simple, belies the hidden ethical dilemmas presented to the characters every step of the way. And through it all, the story is as gripping as ENDER'S GAME and will keep you up all night until you reach the book's AWESOME conclusion.

Having saved the world from a race of super intelligent and ruthless fighting formics, Ender is exiled to the far reaches of space under the pretension of governing and developing a new colony for humans on a new planet. As always, the government plays an underhanded game in sending him off and all his doings, as Earth and its countries are still at war and unsettled after Ender and the other children of his Battle School won the war. Seen as "Earth's most deadly weapon," Ender soon guesses he will never return to Earth, his family, or any semblance of the life he once knew.

Instead, he begins to research his new obsession, the formic race he destroyed. The new colony he is going to is built on an old formic planet, so Ender goes willingly into hyperspace, aging only two years while everyone on Earth ages forty years. Valentine escapes the plans of Peter on Earth to join Ender in space and secretly, Ender is relieved to have someone he can trust. While Ender indulges in every spec of information on the formics and on the people of his new colony, Valentine waits patiently for Ender to confide his new plans to her while also beginning a series of historical novels on Ender, Battle School, and the Earth wars.

Upon landing on the new colony planet, Ender is hailed as a hero and a welcome source of leadership. He is also confronted with the best discovery he could have asked for - a species of creatures is found deep in a cave, hybrids between formics and a native creature. This is the closest Ender or anyone else has come to studying the actual formics themselves! Through his mental and telepathic communications with these creatures, Ender learns more than he could hope for about the planet and the formics history.

One day, Ender and a native person named Abra go off to explore the planet to find a location for a new colony. On this adventure, Ender discovers the answer to the question he has silently asked himself since he found out the game he played was really a war - "Why did you [the hive queens] let me kill you?"

The truth is more exciting than I can spoil for anyone who has breathlessly awaited this novel.

As always, Orson Scott Card intertwines the story of emerging governments, political struggle, and personal and moral dilemmas as the story of Ender unfolds. Kudos to him for not only continuing a series for over twenty books, but for doing so with inventiveness, brilliant writing, and a compelling story.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
In trying to fill up every single gap between Ender's Game and Children of the Mind, Orson Scott Card has done to his signature series what George Lucas did to Star Wars.

The 3 original books were excellent, although the first was the best.

The subsequent book exploring Bean's story was still readable, but got less interesting the futher we moved away from the core plotline of Ender.

This book is an abomination on the order of Jar Jar Binks or possibly Godfather IV. In order to create plot devices to move the story along, Card actually contradicts what he wrote in his existing books both in small details (the principles behind superlight flight) and in core plot devices (the hive queen). Ender in Exile doesn't add to the depth of the sage - only to its length. A lot of pages on details, but not a lot of new depth to the character or storyline.

In fact, the only character whose depth was enhanced by this book was Colonel Graff, although readers who has read Ender's Shadow would already appreciate his larger-than-expected role in Ender's universe.

Reading this book is like watching the character of Jar Jar Binks in Star Wars. It's hard to understand why the creative mind behind a classic would even write in this monstrosity.
Jason Cook More than 1 year ago
I have never read an Ender book I didn't thoroughly enjoy. I highly recommend it.
epicrat More than 1 year ago
I was pleasantly surprised to find this on the bookshelf, and I am continually surprised by Orson Scott Card. He seems to have a solid grasp on human nature and bends it to his will in all his characters. I am glad that Card decided to go back and write about the teenaged Ender. I am also pleased that he tied this to his parallax Shadow series. While this is not as thought-heavy as the other novels, revisiting Ender's world is always a treat.
Big_Stu53 More than 1 year ago
This 5th in the quartet (a la hitchhiker's guide) fills in a very large gap in the original series and expands Ender's universe.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Not nearly as good as Enders Game.
SnapeLover More than 1 year ago
Card never disappoints me. This was a nice link to Speaker For The Dead. I will admit, I have not yet read SFTD. Card, admits in the afterward, he had some help with this book. I enjoyed getting to know some of the characters better. Card is a master at character development. While I would not think this is a necessary read for the ENDER series, if you are a fan go for it! Again, Card does not disappoint and it is an enjoyable read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Never as good as Ender's Game. To me, all it was was a bridge, between the former book and the next one. Not one of Card's best.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book really is quite good i like the other books after enders game because the philophy of it all but its really fun going back to ender as a kid
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I thought this book was excellent. It kept me interested throughout the entire novel. Ender's Game was definetly the best in the series, but this is a close 2nd.
Lavenderbeard More than 1 year ago
In Ender's Game you get the impression Ender's parents are of average intelligence while the kids are super geniuses. This is a great back story about what is REALLY going on back at home. It turns out like all kids, the Wiggens siblings only think that. In reality the parents are way ahead of the sibs and are quietly manipulating things from behind the curtain. Being a former parent myself, yes I said former parent, I got quite a laugh out of this little factoid.
BigBookWorm More than 1 year ago
Honestly I did not think I would like this book that much before I started reading it...Ender's Game was one of the best books I have ever read and all the books after that have really kept me interested...this book takes place between the first and the second one but also answers a lot of questions from his shadow series! The book is actually pretty good and I definately recommend it to anyone that has read the other books....if you are just starting the series I would actually read this one directly after you finish Ender's Game!!! Enjoy the book
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If you always wanted to know what happened to Ender after he fought the buggers then you'll really enjoy this book. It's nowhere near as deep and thought provoking as "Ender's Game" though. It basically takes place between the last two chapters of that book. So it explains a lot of his thinking. It's a full story in its own right and a fun read. I thoroughly enjoyed it. It just isn't one I'll read again and again. I've read "Ender's Game" at least six times over the years. One of my favorites.
ariencel More than 1 year ago
After reading the other sequels to Ender's Game, (and having read Ender's Game twelve years ago), it was very refreshing to get back to the young Ender Wiggin. Back when he was still a strong, clever hero. OSC, my favorite living author since I was eight years old, has not forgotten the Ender we all know and love. This book is everything I wanted it to be, and it was very satisfying. I didn't realize how hungry I was for more Ender until I picked up this book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I remember loving this series when I was in high school, and was happy to read this new book in the series. I was very happy with the plot and writing of this novel, and it makes an excellent addition to the Ender Series. I highly recommend this to anyone who enjoyed the rest of the series, though I would not really recommend it as a standalone novel since you will miss out on much of the plot if you have not read at least Ender's Game if not the rest of the series as well.
nules on LibraryThing 17 days ago
I liked this book a fair amount.The beginning wasn't my favorite part as you have all the drama with Peter and his family all over again (provided you read the Ender's Shadow books). It gets more interesting later, I think.I suppose the ending was pretty satisfying. I like how the author talks about his writing afterward.
EmScape on LibraryThing 19 days ago
Since it was written after all of the other books, it's not quite right to say it's book 1.5, even though chronologically (except for the many varied complications of space travel and time dilation) it does fall that way. However, some events are revealed that transpired in the Shadow books, so you will probably want to read those first unless you're a big fan of being spoiled. Those who love Ender and yearn for more about him will love this additional insight into his character and the revelation of the intervening years between Ender's Game and Speaker for the Dead.
szarka on LibraryThing 19 days ago
While not as strong as the earliest books in this series (by date written, not chronology), I can nevertheless recommend Ender in Exile to fans of the series. It fills in a gap in Ender's (and Valentine's) story, and introduces a few interesting minor characters. All the story lines involve the relationship between parents and children in some way, so someone with kids might relate to the book more closely than I did. Still, the story was interesting enough that I read it in a single day.
bookworm12 on LibraryThing 19 days ago
Picking up just where Ender's Game leaves off, this new book in the series fills in the gap between Game and Speaker for the Dead. The book deals a lot with Ender's struggle to come to terms his guilt from unknowingly killing the buggers. It also introduces some new interesting characters and provides additional info about Ender's fellow battle school mates. I loved the parts that gave us Ender's parents' point-of-view. Their three children underestimate their intelligence and I enjoy hearing their perspective. All of the Wiggins have a tendency to spend every waking moment strategizing and planning their next move. Even when they are well-intentioned, the Wiggins are master manipulators, which is half the fun of their characters. I've loved these characters for years and have gotten to know them in eight other books in the series, so it was wonderful to return to that world. I would recommend this for those who have loved the Wiggins, but not to anyone new to the books. You should definitely start with Ender's Game.
KLmesoftly on LibraryThing 19 days ago
While I have to disapprove a bit of Card's obvious milking of the Ender series for all that it's worth, I'll admit that I've been eagerly awaiting this novel for some time. I can't say I was disappointed--the book demonstrates Ender's maturing from the young, reluctant soldier of Ender's Game to the man he is in Speaker for the Dead quite seamlessly, as far as I could tell, and I enjoyed the new characters the author introduced as well as the old ones he expanded on. Is this book necessary to tell the entire Ender story? Probably not, but it's a nice treat for Ender fans eager for more canon material. Overall, I'm satisfied.
Valleyguy on LibraryThing 19 days ago
With the exception of the Bean's missing child, there was nothing, having read the rest of the Ender and Shadow series, that I didn't already know the conclusion to. The book bridges the gap between Ender and Speaker, simply giving more insight into the events already talked about in Ender's Game, and it reads like a series of novella's, each story having nothing to do with the last, and there is no character continuity between one story and the next. I don't think it should have been written as a novel, but instead written as short stories, because that's how it felt. Nothing significant happens, but it is mildly interesting to read about. A bit of a dissappointment considering the main characters in Xenocide are an ant, a tree, a pig, and a Chinese girl with OCD and I loved it. Here we have actual people, including Ender and Val, and there was just nothing exciting about it, no major conflict, no developments, just filler that OSC felt he needed to publish to complete a story that was good enough without it. Definitely do no read unless you have read the other books first and simply want to learn more about the Enderverse.