By Elizabeth Moon
For 40 years, Colony 3245.12 has been Ofelia's domestic. in the world distant in house and time from the realm of her early life, she has lived and enjoyed, weathered the dying of her husband, raised her one surviving baby, lovingly tended her backyard, and grown placidly previous. And it really is the following that she absolutely expects to complete out her days--until the transferring company fortunes of the Sims Bancorp corporation dictates that Colony 3245.12 is to be disbanded, its citizens shipped off, deep in cryo-sleep, to someplace new and unusual and never in their selecting. yet whereas her fellow colonists grudgingly expect a tricky readjustment on a few far away international, Ofelia savors the promise of a golden chance. now not beginning over within the hurly-burly of a brand new neighborhood . . . yet final out her lifestyles in completely satisfied solitude, within the position she has no purpose of leaving. A inhabitants of one.
With every little thing she must maintain her, and her self reliant spirit to buoy her, Ofelia truly does begin existence over--for the 1st time on her personal phrases: freed from the calls for, the judgments, and the petty tyrannies of others. but if a reconnaissance send returns to her idyllic area, and its workforce is mysteriously slaughtered, Ofelia realizes she isn't the sole inhabitant of her paradise in spite of everything. And, whilst the inevitable time of first touch ultimately arrives, she is going to locate her existence replaced but again--in methods she may possibly by no means have imagined. . . .
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