Social fiction

Further development of the idea of a post-apocalyptic society without violence, only now the forces of good are opposed by a “dictator” who, to control humanity, uses a personal army of “moralized” people devoted to him personally. And of course, the only ones who can resist him are the ancient warriors who have become a terrible fairy tale, who in official history are presented as the focus of evil.

The remnants of humanity miraculously survived the nuclear war and decided that in the new conditions there is no place for violence. But there will always be problems that need to be solved with the help of force. After all, on the surface there is a violent evolution of the surviving vauna. And inside the shelters there will always be those who are dissatisfied with the current situation and want to change everything, if not by force, then by deception. It is for such cases that there is a team of "outsiders", soldiers who have received a lethal dose of radiation, who sleep in anabiosis while waiting for the appearance of a medicine or the need for their professional skills.

Author: Dalin Maxim

Dystopia. The action takes place in a world where animals can pretend to be people, and people quite often turn out to be fakes of themselves.

Author: Dalin Maxim

The chosen one, the unfortunate, the good king, hidden in infancy from enemies and called upon to save the country when his time struck. Stamps, stamps, stamps, gems of eternal subjects, trampled by herds of epigones, like the steps of a temple - by the soles of idle tourists. In the noosphere, where good has long been no longer even with fists, but with sword and magic, a blaster and a hydrogen bomb, where the positive hero is no longer a walking mouthpiece of virtues, white, boring, cloying, like a lump in semolina, but a brave fellow, whatever manages to hit or shoot first, there is no place for a novel about a righteous man. Is he boring, a prosperous boy from a good family, a teenager and a dropout? Is he funny, Ivanushka the fool, having peaceful conversations with demons and dragons? Is he ridiculous, a white warrior who cannot ride a horse, armed with a smile, a chocolate bar and aspirin? Who needs him in hell, where kickbacks are cheerfully sawed - a naively naked soul among souls dressed in armor? And what can he do, alone, against a united hell? Only to die nobly? Have you already decided? But hold on, dear audience.