Shadows in Flight (The Shadow Saga Book 5)

Language was an overlay, so loud that it usually shouted out all the other thoughts in the human mind. Whenever I think about thinking, my thoughts become words. It is the language talking at me. But the language came from outside. I think I control it, but it controls me back. Like the Hive Queen in the minds of the drones, language becomes part o

“That’s a lie,” said Bean quietly. “But let’s not call them lies. Call them stories. When things happen, we invent stories about them. About why they happened. That’s all science is, and history—stories about why things happen or happened. They are never, never true—never complete and always at least a little bit wrong, and we know it. But they’re

Now Ender felt how lonely it was to be locked into your own mind, with only the bossiness of language to keep him company.

“How are you feeling?” she asked him. “Physically? Look at the machinery and tell me whether I’m alive or not.”