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Childhood's End: A Novel [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Clarke, Arthur C.
  • Author:  Clarke, Arthur C.
  • ISBN-10:  0345347951
  • ISBN-10:  0345347951
  • ISBN-13:  9780345347954
  • ISBN-13:  9780345347954
  • Publisher:  Del Rey
  • Publisher:  Del Rey
  • Pages:  224
  • Pages:  224
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Apr-1987
  • Pub Date:  01-Apr-1987
  • SKU:  0345347951-11-SPLV
  • SKU:  0345347951-11-SPLV
  • Item ID: 100056405
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Without warning, giant silver ships from deep space appear in the skies above every major city on Earth. Manned by the Overlords, in fifty years, they eliminate ignorance, disease, and poverty. Then this golden age ends--and then the age of Mankind begins....“A first-rate tour de force.”The New York Times
 
“Frighteningly logical, believable, and grimly prophetic . . . [Arthur C.] Clarke is a master.”Los Angeles Times
 
“There has been nothing like it for years; partly for the actual invention, but partly because here we meet a modern author who understands that there may be things that have a higher claim on humanity than its own ‘survival.’ ”—C. S. Lewis
 
“As a science fiction writer, Clarke has all the essentials.”—Jeremy Bernstein,The New YorkerArthur C. Clarkehas long been considered the greatest science fiction writer of all time and was an international treasure in many other ways, including the fact that an article by him in 1945 led to the invention of satellite technology. Books by Mr. Clarke—both fiction and nonfiction—have more than one hundred million copies in print worldwide. He died in 2008.The volcano that had reared Tratua up from the Pacific depths had been sleeping now for half a million years. Yet in a little while, thought Reinhold, the island would be bathed with fires fiercer than any that had attended its birth. He glanced towards the launching site, and his gaze climbed the pyramid of scaffolding that still surrounded the “Columbus.” Two hundred feet above the ground, the ship’s prow was catching the last rays of the descending sun. This was one of the last nights it would ever know: soon it would be floating in the eternal sunshine of space.

It was quiet here beneath the palms, high up on the rocky spine of the island. The only solĂ,

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