A NOVEL OF LOVE & DEATH IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER The words were gentle strokes drawing her awake. Hello. Hello there." She felt the light on her eyelids & knew that if she opened her eyes they would sting & she would have to shade them with her palm & let the light bleed through a crack. " Feel like talking?" A mans soft voice. & then her mind cleared enough to wonder: who was this man at her bedside? She tried to sigh but no breath came. Her eyes flew open in alarm. The Minus Eighty.. . Where millionaires browse the catalogue of icy women judging on beauty ratings & revival costs. Where a freezers gentle hum plays the background symphony for the worlds most expensive first dates. Where death is only the beginning. Love Minus Eighty is a disquieting vision of our romantic future as hopeful as it is horrifying by a Hugo Award-winning author."