Books by Peter Watts

Blindsight

by Peter Watts

4.18 avg rating
Dark and disturbing. One of the best \"contact\" novels I\'ve encountered.
Hugo
Locus Science Fiction
John W. Campbell

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Crysis: Legion

by Peter Watts

MANHATTAN IS UNDER NEW MANAGEMENT.
THEY’RE NOT FROM AROUND HERE.
 
Welcome to the Big Apple, son. Welcome to the city that never sleeps: invaded by monstrous fusions of meat and machinery, defended by a private army that makes Blackwater look like the Red Cross, ravaged by a disfiguring plague that gifts its victims with religious rapture while it eats them alive. You’ve been thrown into this meat grinder without warning, without preparation, without a clue.

Your whole squad was mowed down the moment they stepped onto the battlefield. And the chorus of voices whispering in your head keeps saying that all of this is on you: that you and you alone might be able to turn the whole thing around if you only knew what the hell was going on.

You’d like to help. Really you would. But it’s not just the aliens that are gunning for you. Your own kind hunts you as a traitor, and your job might be a bit easier if you didn’t have the sneaking suspicion they could be right. . . .

Echopraxia

by Peter Watts

Starfish

by Peter Watts

5 avg rating
John W. Campbell

The Rifters

by Peter Watts

5 avg rating

This is the way the world ends:

 

A nuclear strike on a deep sea vent.  The target was an ancient microbe—voracious enough to drive the whole biosphere to extinction—and a handful of amphibious humans called rifters who’d inadvertently released it from three billion years of solitary confinement.

 

The resulting tsunami killed millions.  It’s not as through there was a choice: saving the world excuses almost any degree of collateral damage.

 

Unless, of course, you miss the target.

 

Now North America’s west coast lies in ruins.  Millions of refugees rally around a mythical figure mysteriously risen from the deep sea.  A world already wobbling towards collapse barely notices the spread of one more blight along its shores.  And buried in the seething fast-forward jungle that use to be called Internet, something vast and inhuman reaches out to a woman with empty white eyes and machinery in her chest.  A woman driven by rage, and incubating Armageddon.

 

Her name is Lenie Clarke.  She’s a rifter.  She’s not nearly as dead as everyone thinks.

 

And the whole damn world is collateral damage as far as she’s concerned. . . .

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