Kirkus' Best Fiction of 2017 From New York Times bestselling author Cory Doctorow, an epic tale of revolution, love, post-scarcity, and the end of death. " Walkaway is now the best contemporary example I know of, its utopia glimpsed after fascinatingly-extrapolated revolutionary struggle." —William Gibson Hubert Vernon Rudolph Clayton Irving Wilson Alva Anton Jeff Harley Timothy Curtis Cleveland Cecil Ollie Edmund Eli Wiley Marvin Ellis Espinoza—known to his friends as Hubert, Etc—was too old to be at that Communist party. But after watching the breakdown of modern society, he really has no where left to be—except amongst the dregs of disaffected youth who party all night and heap scorn on the sheep they see on the morning commute. After falling in with Natalie, an ultra-rich heiress trying to escape the clutches of her repressive father, the two decide to give up fully on formal society—and walk away. After all, now that anyone can design and print the basic necessities of life—food, clothing, shelter—from a computer, there seems to be little reason to toil within the system. It’s still a dangerous world out there, the empty lands wrecked by climate change, dead cities hollowed out by industrial flight, shadows hiding predators animal and human alike. Still, when the initial pioneer walkaways flourish, more people join them. Then the walkaways discover the one thing the ultra-rich have never been able to buy: how to beat death. Now it’s war – a war that will turn the world upside down. Fascinating, moving, and darkly humorous, Walkaway is a multi-generation science fiction thriller about the wrenching changes of the next hundred years...and the very human people who will live their consequences.

Since the war and the bombs, Hatfork, Wyoming, is a broken-down, mutant-ridden town. Young Chaos lives in the projection booth of the abandoned multiplex, trying to blot out his present unable to remember his past. Then the local tyrant, Kellogg, reveals to him to over a can of dog food that the bombs never fell. The truth is a little more complicated. With a fur-covered girl and an automobile, Chaos sets out on journey, following the empty highway to the edge of the American nightmare, ins search of a missing identity and a stolen love. The truth he finds,is indeed a little more complicated. or a lot . .

Conner, "The Hammer," McVee has a score to settle and enough spare parts in her body to build a small car. Tarent Powers destroyed her life, but even her enhanced abilities and her job as a police agent couldn't get her close enough to the corporate mob boss to bring him down.Now the key to his unravelling has fallen into her lap. Can she do what's necessary to make him pay even if it means destroying the life of an innocent young woman?Come along for a ride in this future that corporate take-overs, plague and automation have made. A world where everything from crime, to central government, to the police are run by the corporations, and where a "mad" cult has sprung up whose members want to remake the world using hand tools and good, hard work."Conner McVee has a problem. She's a throwback in a sterile world almost totally reliant on machines, and she's a cop with ties to the underworld seeking revenge against the man who killed her lover. But when she sets a plot for revenge in motion, it turns into something far more than she ever bargained for. With the copsand criminals both after her, she's got to fight back to protect herself, her new lover, and her way of life. That's okay, she thinks fast, acts faster, and wields a modified nail gun. Maybe it's not a problem after all. Action, attitude, sex, politics, and more attitude... Rosen has another winner " - Rob Gates, free-lance writer & editor of "Spectrum""Selina Rosen writes an action adventure with a heroine who is as hard as nails and just as sharp. I guarantee, you won't want to put this one down." - Laura J. Underwood, author of Ard Magisterand The Black Hunter"Nobody creates tougher than nails heroines better than Selina Rosen. She's outdone even herself with Conner "The Hammer" McVee, a cyborg who is half-human, half-machine, and all woman.Hammer Town is high-octane science fiction overflowing with adventure, humor, romance and blue-collar sensibilities. Persons not enjoying this book must be diagnosed as entertainment impaired." - Garrett Peck, co-editor of Personal Demons and Tooth & Claw

'Islands - The Epidemic' is the first in the Islands series. Six months into an experiment to prove self-sufficiency is possible at the bottom of the sea, a war breaks out and, soon after, the five hundred specialists lose contact with the surface.****Palov Kilchinski stared the length of the room, his eyes fixed on the top of the stairs.Seconds earlier the whole world had seemed to momentarily jump and, as his senses tingled painfully on high-alert, an explosion followed by a rolling roar impacted the twin doors leading into the basement. Triggered by a sharp shot of adrenaline, his blinkered, tunnelled vision focused on the timber. As the wood visibly billowed, swelling and straining against the lock and hinges, Palov instinctively stepped away - but it did not crack and the frame held. Fine dust escaped the base as the doors shuddered back into their seating, ballooning down the stairs to amass in a slow moving eddy until a dense shard-filled fog blocked the exit.Escape was not Palov's concern; nor were the alarms which warned the building was ablaze, or the screams of survivors from the floor above.He scanned the basement for structural damage. At the far end of the room two wide cracks had appeared. One snaked down the wall to almost floor level; the other ran the length of the concrete ceiling, splitting the basement in two. He turned to his colleague. "Check the seals are intact." Mikile Brunev - the only other in the building who was privy to the true nature of the facility - crossed to a touch screen on the right of a heavily fortified metal door and studied the readings. Positioned at eye level it was equipped with a line of LEDs, all of which were mute - bar one. This single red light, glowing like a ripe autumn berry, indicated that the internal pressure within the chambers had fluctuated slightly. It happened from time to time and was not an automatic alert that something was faulty, since even a minuscule change would be registered. The noise upstairs intensified as the search for survivors began. Muffled calls, stifled by the basement's extraordinarily thick walls, intermingled with screams when limbs were released and the injured moved. Equipment, upended then dropped, loosened more dust from the ceiling and widened the fracture further. The two men, focusing on their task, were oblivious to the chaos above. Mikile entered a string of commands on the screen. He hoped to balance the pressure and extinguish the LED, but instead it seemed to have an adverse effect when a second diode began to glow, followed immediately by a third. He looked over his shoulder. "There are three lights on," he gasped. "It's all right," Palov replied, the calmness in his voice hiding a barely-controlled terror. "Anything less than five means the chambers remain hermetically sealed."When Mikile returned his attention to the screen he found a further LED had sprung to life. "There's now..." he stopped as another lit. "No!" then a sixth and a seventh, "Please God! No!"By now Palov could see for himself the string of pulsating red beads that adorned the safety panel and, as his self-preservation shut down, his thoughts went immediately to his family and loved ones. He knew what had to be done and it had to be done fast. Prompted into action, he crossed the room to the phone."Go and see what's happening upstairs," he instructed as he dialled an outside line, but when his colleague never moved, he screamed: "Mikile!. No-one must be allowed to leave; you know what you must do!"Mikile was also ex-army and it was only discipline that kept him going now. Tearing his eyes away from the safety panel, he grabbed an Uzi and two spare clips from a cupboard then hurriedtowards the stairs.****Also by Patricia Smith: Time Split, Time Split-Briggs Distant Suns, Distant Suns-The Journey Home, Distant Suns-The Silexous, Distant Suns-Mettle and Nebathan.