Prayers and promises. The one his sister made to him. The unspoken one I made to my sister. Prayers are promises, too, and these are the days of broken promises.
Because promises matter. They matter now more than ever.
To hell with monsters and to hell with men. There is no difference to me.
It's like a cockroach working up a plan to defeat the shoe on its way down to crush it.
The world is a clock winding down.
Great sci-fi has never shied from tackling the Big Questions, though really great sci-fi never forgets to entertain us along the way. Shock and awe applies to art, as well.