Cixin Liu

, the effort magnified the tremors in it.

were indeed capable of such madness.

effort magnified the tremors in it.

A flood of madness drowned the city and seeped into every nook and cranny.

he effort magnified the tremors in it.

He couldn’t see them, but he could feel their presence like iron sensing the pull of a nearby magnet

“In China, any idea that dared to take flight would only crash back to the ground. The gravity of reality is too strong.”

If a defender flipped the switch, revolutionaries and counter-revolutionaries alike would all die in one giant ball of fire.

And the young Red Guards of the April Twenty-eighth Brigade were indeed capable of such madness. Compared with the weathered men and women of the first generation of Red Guards, the new rebels were a pack of wolves on hot coals, crazier than crazy

The weapons attacking her were a diverse mix: antiques such as American carbines, Czech-style machine guns, Japanese Type-38 rifles; newer weapons such as standard-issue People’s Liberation Army rifles and submachine guns, stolen from the PLA after the publication of the “August Editorial”1; and even a few Chinese dadao swords and spears. Together, they formed a condensed version of modern history.

During the earliest struggle sessions, they had been both arrogant and stubborn. That was also the stage in which they had died in the largest numbers