LISTEN TO THE BIRDS
THE MELT TRILOGY - BOOK THREE
After catastrophic global warming melts the ice caps, humans desperate for land colonize a de-iced Antarctica. Once-homesteader John Barrous, thrust into the presidency of this fledgling nation, must navigate his way through political landmines to create an environmentally balanced society. When a university expedition, including John’s daughter and his former lover, Lowry Walker, is abducted by a charismatic cult leader, John races to save them—but intrigue reigns as the ensuing turmoil of the rescue exposes a traitor in his inner circle.
“Lanning’s prose perfectly summons her winter utopia—Currier & Ives filtered through Isaac Asimov and Arthur C. Clarke . . . The plot unfurls slowly but deliberatively, and though it at times feels more like a Western than a sci-fi novel, readers will always be along for the ride. Like the best eco-fiction, Lanning’s tale will get the audience thinking seriously about the effect every human endeavor has on the ecosystem without sacrificing characters and story. An imaginative, environmentally minded work of sci-fi.” – Kirkus Reviews
“With the same adept approach she displayed with her two previous novels, KE Lanning gives us an enjoyable science fiction story in Listen to the Birds. . . . There is action, intensity, and enough character-driven development to lend this book series to cinematic directions.” JD DeHart, Literacy Work and Play
“Listen to the Birds has politics, crime/intrigue, romance, and interesting descriptions of how people can adapt to a somewhat warmer (but still cold) Antarctica with technology that enables roadless transportation, growing crops and raising animals . . . a feature-laden and well-written book.” John Maberry, Views from Eagle Peak Press
She stared into the white emptiness before her. The reflecting sun on the vast ashen field of nothingness pounded fear into her head. What if Antarctica had taken another life or two? There was no guarantee that the tracks seen by the drone were from John and Noelle.
Lowry clenched her fist. Over the years since the Land Rush, so many had died of exposure, suicide, murder, or just left, not able to take the fatigue of chaos and death. . . . She blinked away the tears. Had John joined the ranks of the dead?
Antarctica was a cruel mistress—both physically and mentally—her harsh winters and long months of darkness barely dented by the reflected sunlight from the grid of satellites. But living on a knife’s edge invigorated the soul. In Antarctica, life was precious in its tragic drama.