john christopher

September 29, 2020 by achrilock

“The weather had finally broken and the days were dark and stormy, with wind and rain howling and hammering along the street outside. The wind was violent at times, and once he heard a pane of glass break somewhere at the back of the house, but did not bother to go and look. It did not matter. Nothing mattered.”
— John Christopher, ‘Empty World’

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https://achrilock.com/2020/09/29/3847/

September 10, 2020 by achrilock

“Change the sponges in your mask before we go out. We do not know how long it will be before we can breathe good air again.”
— John Christopher, ‘The City of Gold and Lead’

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https://achrilock.com/2020/09/10/3298/

August 24, 2020 by achrilock

“I reminded myself of something else—of what I had thought as I lay in bed, recovering from the fever. That nothing mattered, nothing was of value, without a mind that challenged and inquired.”
— John Christopher, ‘The White Mountains’

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https://achrilock.com/2020/08/24/2766/

August 9, 2020 by achrilock

“In a normal law-abiding world it’s better to toe the line, and come to heel when the man in uniform calls you. But that world’s gone, for the time being at least. From now on it’s safer to follow Martha’s policy—turn a blind eye and put your foot down.”
— John Christopher, ‘When the Tripods Came’

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https://achrilock.com/2020/08/09/2268/

June 11, 2020 by achrilock

“I remembered that lemmings went in for mass migrations. They wound up in the sea.”
— John Christopher, ‘When the Tripods Came’

https://achrilock.com/2020/06/11/600/

May 22, 2020 by achrilock

“... there were too many ifs.”
— John Christopher, ‘Wild Jack’

https://achrilock.com/2020/05/22/74/