I’ve been re-reading Joan Vinge’s The Snow Queen series lately - or rather, re-reading the The Snow Queen and The Summer Queen, interspersed with two books I hadn’t read previously: the prequel Tangled Up in Blue and the book in between the two Queens, World’s End. It lets neglect and decay and monstrous injustice go unchecked. Love and hate don’t stand a chance against it. It makes everything it touches meaningless. “Indifference, Gundhalinu, is the strongest force in the universe. “Indifference.” Jerusha surprised herself with the answer. “But what force in the galaxy is stronger than she is?” Winter is a bit like sickness or injury: an enforced stillness, a reckoning of our own fragility amid the blank face of the universe. Ice rattles against the window panes and turns the slate walk into sheer treachery.
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