Antiimperialism Stories

Why does mass protest continually fail to fundamentally change the direction of the modern world? Maybe if we were as large as International Corporations... Protest passes, but Power is permanent. It is our form of social organisation that is failing us. Across the generations, attempts to undo injustice, poverty and inequality are continually thwarted as the problems re-appear. As the generations pass, the progress is undone, from Martin Luther King to Black Lives Matter, from the Great Depression to the Credit Crunch, from Spanish Flu to the Coronavirus. Life must be a road, not a roundabout. There is an ancient and universal value that can provide the means to assure permanent progress. It is contained in the social history of people before property. Before official time there exists an other nature. There is something other that is native to us. We may alter native. The solution proposed here has always been in existence, hiding in plain sight. It is new in that it is not currently practiced. It is ancient in that it existed everywhere. It has been buried for a reason. It is a proposal for continuation versus extinction. Word of an Other Nature will be published soon. I will post preview extracts here.

source: Supplement to "Roter Morgen" - Central organ of the KPD/ML No. 1 / 1987 Author: Wolfgang Eggers [ English translation on 18. 03. 2024 ]

"Born from the ashes, breathing its fire." ✷ Haunted by the fall of her homeland, Anutuya, twenty-five-year-old rogue assassin Khaliun lives a quiet existence in the shadows of the Border Woods. She spends her days hunting to survive and picking off the Vyaran knights who come into the forest to slaughter the dragons dwelling within it. Until a chance encounter brings her to Khaltmaa, an ancient dragon, who has chosen Khaliun as her rider. As the fate of dragons, hunted to near extinction by Vyaran knights, hangs in the balance, so does the world. Cracks form in the earth, and the fire beneath the crust is beginning to grow restless. Khaliun must now help the last dragonriders of the Damiran Realm restore equilibrium to the tumultuous lands. Four monoliths in the four far corners of the realm. Four wards to be activated to ensure the stability of the Damiran Realm. Four tests of strength and heart. But Khaliun can't do it alone. As a commander of his own dragon-slaying unit of knights, twenty-seven-year-old Abbas Shahbazi knows only his oath, for the oath guides him. By hunting dragons, he protects the people subjected to their fire, their chaos. But Abbas, son of Nazarin immigrants, has never belonged to Vyara. Tasked to track down the rogue assassin raining hellfire on the Knighthood to earn the respect of his fellow knights, the last thing Abbas expects is to find a twin flame in his enemy, his mission. Least of all, to be made into a dragon rider by Drifa, a young dragon dwelling in the Vyaran snowy mountains. Now, Abbas must decide: forsake his oath to aid the enemy he's learnt to hate, or complete his mission and cement his position in the Knighthood. As both Khaliun and Abbas navigate gruelling trials and endure being hunted to the ends of the realm by Vyaran knights, both must learn to look past their hatred and learn to work with one another to save the realm from shattering apart. © taryn NUMA