Once time travel was discovered and harnessed, it was weaponized. Nobody's sure who started it (what with all the messing-about with time and everything), but the Causality War ended up screwing up everything. The unnamed narrator of this short book was one agent of the war and managed to find a small chunk of time to call his own, creating a self-sustaining farm out of all of his favorite elements of the past. So what if he has to kill any stray time travelers that accidentally show up in his utopia? It's a small price to pay for peace.
There's something charming about the cynical curmudgeon at the center of this novella, particularly when an equally cynical traveler lands in his chunk of time. This is a lovely little story of hubris and futility and pet velociraptors. Look past the horrendous cover and check it out.
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