The Domination Of The Draka
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Marching Through GeorgiaWritten By S.M. StirlingCopyright 1988 by S.M. Stirling You Don't Know How Lucky You Are, Boys... In 1782, the Loyalists fled the American Revolution; whole regiments with their families and slaves set sail from the ports of Savannah and Charleston. In South Africa, they found a new home, and built a new nation - the Domination of the Draka, an empire of cruelty and beauty, a warrior people possessed by a wolfish will to power. 1942: The Eurasion War. The fleets of Imperial Japan raid the coasts of a United States that stretches from Panama to the Arctic. The Nazi Wehrmacht storms Moscow and sweeps to the Urals. And, to the south, the Domination of the Draka is a giant forge, serf-manned factories pouring out tanks and dirigibles and steam cars as the Janissary legions gather for the final triumph and the ultimate revenge. |
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Under The YokeWritten By S.M. StirlingCopyright 1989 by S.M. Stirling The Rise And Fall Of The Drakan Empire A world in which the losers of the American Revolution did not have a Canada to flee to; instead, they had South Africa. Strangely enough, this seemingly minor reality shift made the future history of that world totally different from our own. The refugees called their new world Drakesland, and they called themselves the Draka. In Drakesland, these slave-owning American Tories and their descendants created a society dedicated to the proposition that all peoples are created equal - equal under the heel of the Draka. Having pacified Africa, they headed north to Europe, with the same result. Now, it's America's turn! |
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The Stone DogsWritten By S.M. StirlingCopyright 1990 by S.M. Stirling Now It's America's Turn Since the Draka conquest of Europe and most of Asia in the 1940's, the American-led Alliance and the Domination of the Draka have glared at each other across the oceans, restrained only by the threat of thermonuclear annihilation. In this Cold War there can be no compromise, no detente, no happy tearing down of walls, only ultimate enmity. The Alliance, using its superiority in computer technologies, is preparing a master stroke of electronic warfare. The Draka, supreme in the ruthless manipulation of life's genetic code, have a secret weapon of their own. Both sides await only the right moment to strike. From the manor houses of the Draka aristocracy and the streets of an alternate-world New York to the farthest reaches of the Solar System, the Draka and their enemies carry on a struggle whose victor will decide the fate of humanity - to be forever free or forever slave. |
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DrakonWritten By S.M. StirlingCopyright 1996 by S.M. Stirling Now, it's OUR turn! Gwendolyn Ingolfsson had been too close to the molehole experiment when it went wrong and hurled her into a parallel Earth filled with billions of antique humans. As a member of the Draka Master Race, genetically engineered to dominate unmodified humans, her duty is clear: call home. Build a molehole device in this universe and establish a bridgehead for the Race to come through. It had been a while since the Draka had an opportunity for conquest. Bring through a couple of orbital battle stations and the locals would be... what was that expresssion she'd read? Ah, yes... TOAST. Detective-Lieutenant Henry Carmaggio had seen plenty of blood, both in Cambodia and in twenty years of police work. He'd never seen anything like the Warehouse Massacre. That was just the beginning. Something was loose in his city, something inhuman that walked among us, killing with the easy precision of a leopard in a flock of sheep. There was no one else to track it down. And if he didn't it would kill and kill again - until the whole world was its hunting ground! |
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Drakas!Edited By S.M. StirlingCopyright 2000 Edited by S.M. Stirling Anyone who studies history eventually runs across a little jingle that goes:
For want of a nail, the shoe was lost; There are broad, impersonal forces at work in history; if Christopher Columbus had died as a child Ñ most children did, in his age Ñ someone else would have discovered the Atlantic crossing soon enough. But oh, how the details would be different if it had not been Columbus, but another man a few years later! And how those changes might have rippled on, growing through the years... Imagine a change even more fundamental. Perhaps the worst product of the great wave of European expansion was the South Atlantic system of slaves and plantations. Eventually it faded away Ñ or was blown away by the cannon of Grant and Sherman, although we still feel the aftereffects. What, though, if a fragment of that system had fallen on fertile ground, and grown? Say that the potential of South Africa, so neglected by its Dutch overlords, had fallen prey to it... a base for that deadly seed to grow, unchecked by free neighbors, until it was too strong to stop. An "Anti-America", representing all the distilled negatives of Western civilization. From that thought was born the alternate-history of the "Domination of the Draka". I've chronicled the rise and transformation of that dystopia in four novels. But a world can be a playground big enough for more than one imagination. Here are stories others have set in that anti-history, a funhouse mirror held up to our own...
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