I will post a passage from a book, and you shall guess what that book is.

First post, and any easy one at that.


“For instance, on the planet Earth, man had always assumed that he was more intelligent than dolphins because he had achieved so much—the wheel, New York, wars and so on—whilst all the dolphins had ever done was muck about in the water having a good time. But conversely, the dolphins had always believed that they were far more intelligent than man—for precisely the same reasons.”

HHGTTG

yes, your turn

Hmmmm... bets go with a classic then!

... gimme a mo!
Only true scifi fans need apply!

"Poison grass. Boots to be worn at all times."

Jason kneeled and examined the grass. The blade was tipped with a hard, shiny hook. He realized with a start that every single blade of grass was the same. The soft green lawn was a carpet of death. As he straightened up he glimpsed something under a broad-leafed plant. A crouching, scale-covered animal, whose tapered head terminated in a long spike.

"What's that in the bottom of my garden?" he asked. "You certainly give the babies pleasant playmates." Jason turned and realized he was talking to the air, the instructor was gone. He shrugged and petted the scaly monstrosity.

"Horndevil," the impersonal voice said from midair. "Clothing and shoes no protection. Kill it."

A sharp crack shattered the silence as Jason's gun went off. The horndevil fell on its side, keyed to react to the blank charge.

"Well ... I am learning," Jason said, and the thought pleased him. The words kill it had been used by Brucco while teaching him to use the gun. Their stimulus had reached an unconscious level. He was aware of wanting to shoot only after he had heard the shot. His respect for Pyrran training techniques went up."

Death World, though it's arguably a classic.

Correct!

Your turn

This is really hard. I choose an excerpt, paste it into Google search and the very first hit is the name of the book. Let's try this one - it's not so obvious:

When we had eaten, I cleaned the cook-pot and set it full of snow to melt, stoking up the fire once more. I hauled the one meadskin Joscelin hadn’t emptied over then, and a container of salve one of the Skaldi had carried. With a careful touch, I cleaned the cut on his cheek and the deeper gash on his skull with hot water and a bit of cloth, then washed them with mead.
“I wondered why you kept this,” I said, smiling at his grimace. “That was clever.”
“It wasn’t that.” He winced again as I dabbed at the cut on his cheek. “I thought you might need it. The Skaldi drink it against the cold.”
“Do they?” I tried it, squirting a stream into my mouth. It tasted of fermented honey, and burned pleasantly in my belly. Warming indeed, so that it grew almost hot within the cavern. “It’s not bad.” I sat back on my heels and gazed at him. “So how bad are the wounds you’re hiding?”

Kushiels dart

Yup. Have a go at it.

I believe it is your turn.

A classic, I believe they are coming out with a movie this year.



"I've watched through his eyes, I've listened through his ears, and I tell you he's the one. Or at least as close as we're going to get."

"That's what you said about the brother."

"The brother tested out impossible. For other reasons. Nothing to do with his ability."

"Same with the sister. And there are doubts about him. He's too malleable. Too willing to submerge himself in someone else's will."

"Not if the other person is his enemy."

"So what do we do? Surround him with enemies all the time?"

"If we have to."

"I thought you said you liked this kid."

"If the buggers get him, they'll make me look like his favorite uncle."

"All right. We're saving the world, after all. Take him."

The monitor lady smiled very nicely and tousled his hair and said, "Andrew, I suppose by now you're just absolutely sick of having that horrid monitor. Well, I have good news for you. That monitor is going to come out today. We're going to take it right out, and it won't hurt a bit."

Ender's Game
Damn, just a couple seconds too late.

Correct, really good book. Even if I don't agree with the authors views of same sex marriage. Same with chic-fill-e, they may be Bigots, but they make one hell of a chicken sandwich.

The original concept of the book was written in the 70s, when such opinions were the norm.