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Gavin Chait

    Gavin Chait élabore des récits qui explorent l'interaction complexe entre l'expérience humaine individuelle et les systèmes mondiaux plus larges. S'appuyant sur ses voyages approfondis et une riche formation scientifique et économique, son travail offre une perspective unique sur le monde moderne. Chait mêle magistralement profondeur intellectuelle et narration captivante, créant des histoires à la fois stimulantes et profondément résonnantes. Sa voix distinctive explore les complexités de notre existence interconnectée avec clarté et perspicacité.

    Our Memory Like Dust
    Lament for the Fallen
    • 'Father, tell me a story?' asks Isaiah, moments before a strange craft falls from the sky and smashes into the jungle near his isolated West African community. Inside the ruined vessel the villagers find the shattered body of a man. His name is Samara and he is a man unlike any the villagers have seen before - a man who is perhaps something more than human. With his city home of Achenia hiding in the rubble left by a devastating war, Samara has fallen 35,000 km to earth in order to escape the automated hell of an orbiting prison called Tartarus. As he struggles to heal himself, he helps transform the lives of those who rescued him but in so doing attracts the attention of the brutal warlord who rules over this benighted, ravaged post-21st century land. He is not a man to be crossed, and now he threatens the very existence of the villagers themselves and the one, slim chance Samara has of finding his way home and to the woman - and the world - he loves. And all the while - in the darkness above - waits the simmering fury that lies at the heart of Tartarus . . .

      Lament for the Fallen
    • In the Sahara, an air convoy on its way to deliver billions of dollars of drugs and weapons to Ansar Dine jihadis crashes and is lost. And, deep within the disorienting Harmattan storms of the desert, a group of jihadis have gone in search of the crashed convoy of planes - and a terror that could overwhelm them all.

      Our Memory Like Dust