What scares me, really scares me, about Orson Scott Card's
just-released EMPIRE is that his near-future tale of an America
gone mad with factional conflict doesn't end --- it just stops to
catch its breath.
How do I know? After I closed the cover, there was that creepy
feeling I used to get from some of the grislier fairy tales we were
exposed to before political correctness made monsters under the bed
"inappropriate." I just knew they would go on rampaging
through the pages, doing what they were doing without the benefit
of my horrified presence. My goaded imagination had set them in
motion and there was no turning back.