Who'll be in town for Worldcon: Anticipation next week???  

Posted by Patrick


Yes, the con begins next Thursday, August 6th.

So who's coming over to Montréal for the occasion!?! Let me know and maybe we can try to meet for drinks or something!

As things stand, I have lunches scheduled with George R. R. Martin and L. E. Modesitt, jr., and quite a few invitations for a couple of drinks. I should also be at the Brotherhood Without Banners party on Saturday night. With more to come, I'm sure!;-)

See you there!

Upcoming project for Brian Ruckley  

Posted by Patrick

This from Ruckley's website:


As promised in the last post here, some brief details on the new book I'm writing. Yes, the fine folks at Orbit, in their infinite wisdom, seem to feel that the world could withstand further literary output by yours truly. (I say wisdom, but it might just be some ghastly administrative error on their part, of course. No matter. They signed the contract, so they're stuck with me now).

The working title (and so far everyone, including me, seems to quite like it, so I imagine it'll probably survive all the way through to publication) is The Edinburgh Dead. The setting is, as you might guess, Edinburgh; specifically, Edinburgh in the first half of the 19th century. Since I write fantasy rather than history, though, it's not quite as simple as that.

I'm taking some gruesome and rather famous aspects of Edinburgh's past and spicing them up a bit with veteran warriors, magical conspiracies, killers both human and decidedly not, desperate combat and sinister goings-on in general. In short, it's a dark, heroic fantasy set in 19th century Edinburgh. With swords and gaslamps.

As for publication date - because I know someone will ask about that sooner rather than later - I can't say exactly, but I'll be delivering the manuscript next year and barring exceptional circumstances it takes at least nine months, more likely something approaching twelve, to go from that point to publication. So you can do the math yourselves.

I'm having a lot of fun working on this so far. It's a stand alone novel, and that makes a very pleasant change after turning out a hefty trilogy like The Godless World. I'll no doubt report back here on the creative process and progress (watch out for that mid-book slump of despair and self-doubt!), but I'll leave it there for now. Got stuff to write.

If you haven't already, give Ruckley's latest, Fall of Thanes (Canada, USA, Europe) a shot, as it definitely is one of the fantasy books to read this year.

Retribution Falls  

Posted by Patrick


Well, you guys selected Chris Wooding's Retribution Falls in a recent poll, so the novel was moved to the top of the pile. And I must concede that after reading the excerpt I posted a while back, I was curious to read this one.

All in all, this entertaining book should be considered scifi light. Though it's a world away from works by authors such as Dan Simmons, Ian McDonald, and Peter Watts, Retribution Falls is an action-packed and fun-filled scifi romp reminiscent of Firely. Even though it contains a number of fantasy elements, the movie Serenity and the Firefly TV series obviously were an inspiration for this book. It's definitely a fun read from cover to cover!

Darian Frey is the incompetent and down-on-his-luck captain of the Ketty Jay. With his ragtag crew, Frey accepts what appears to be the opportunity of a lifetime. The simply hijacking of a cargo freighter will earn him a fortune. Although it sounds too good to be true, Frey goes against common sense and takes on the job. But when the supposedly easy robbery goes awry and the freighter explodes, killing everyone on board, Frey becomes public enemy number one. Soon, the crew of the Ketty Jay find themselves running from the Coalition Navy, hired bounty hunters, and the Archduke's elite troops, the Century Knights. Frey is aware that the ship was rigged to blow up and he's been framed to take the fall. As he attempts to keep his head on his shoulders and prove his innocence, Frey will uncover a conspiracy that goes beyond anything he ever thought possible.

Retribution Falls is a fast-paced read from start to finish. There is never a dull moment, which keeps you turning those pages. The downside of such a quick rhythm is that Chris Wooding seldom gets the opportunity to elaborate much on many of the novel's concepts and history. At times, I found that all the bantering and the action scenes got in the way of the storytelling to a certain extent. It would have been nice to learn more about the recent wars, the Daemonists, the Awakeners, the Century Knights, etc.

As far as characterization goes, Darian Frey and his team are without a doubt a motley crew. À la Firefly, there are plenty of one-liners flying around as they exchange banter and obscenities. Granted, this is likely the funniest aspect of Retribution Falls, but I felt that it was overdone on a number of occasions, especially in the back-and-forth between Frey and Crake. What I really loved about the protagonists was the fact that they all had their personal back story, which made each and everyone of them a three-dimensional character. Though Darian Frey more or less takes center stage, secondary characters like Grayther Crake, Jez, and Trinicia Dracken leave an indelible mark on the many storylines of the novel.

In the end, if you are looking for a fun, page-turning scifi read, then Retribution Falls is for you. If Joe Abercrombie ever wrote a science fiction book, this is the sort of thing he'd come up with.

The final verdict: 7.5/10

For more info about this title: Canada, USA, Europe

Karen Traviss contest winner!  

Posted by Patrick

The name of our winner has been drawn, and the lucky bastard will get his hands on my review copy of Karen Traviss' Jacinto's Remnant. For more info about this title: Canada, USA, Europe.


The winner is:

- Clayton Burbanks, from Houston, Texas, USA

Thanks to all the participants!

Joe Abercrombie video interview  

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Today is the official release date for the US edition of Joe Abercrombie's Best Served Cold (Canada, USA, Europe). And the folks at Orbit just posted this video interview with the author to help promote the novel.

Win a full set of David Weber's Safehold series  

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Thanks to the generosity of the folks at Tor Books, I have three sets of David Weber's bestselling Safehold sequence up for grabs! The prize pack includes:



- Off Armageddon Reef (Canada, USA, Europe)



- By Schism Rent Asunder (Canada, USA, Europe)



- By Heresies Distressed (Canada, USA, Europe)

The rules are the same as usual. You need to send an email at reviews@(no-spam)gryphonwood.net with the header "SAFEHOLD." Remember to remove the "no spam" thingy.

Second, your email must contain your full mailing address (that's snail mail!), otherwise your message will be deleted.

Lastly, multiple entries will disqualify whoever sends them. And please include your screen name and the message boards that you frequent using it, if you do hang out on a particular MB.

Good luck to all the participants!

US cover art for Steven Erikson's DUST OF DREAMS  

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Many thanks to Irene Gallo from Tor Books for sending me a jpeg of what is not yet the final version of the US cover art for Steven Erikson's Dust of Dreams (Canada, USA, Europe).

It's a direct pick-up from the UK cover by Steve Stone. But the color scheme is a bit different, which brightens the scene somewhat.

Quote of the Day  

Posted by Patrick

The way most New Yorkers dress -- with all that's available, so many still look so dull.


- NEW YORK CITY: Weaknesses

Manhattan, the isle of joy, is a thing of wonder. Nothing quite beats the pleasure of walking out onto the streets to be surrounded by the incredible variety of life, the brusqueness and the energy.

- NEW YORK CITY: Gold Star

These quotes were taken from Lonely Planet's The Cities Book: A Journey Through the Best Cities in the World (Canada, USA, Europe).

Along with Lonely Planet's The Travel Book: A Journey Through Every Country in the World (Canada, USA, Europe), it could well be one of the best travel-related pictorial books ever made!

New cover art for Glen Cook's THE MANY DEATHS OF THE BLACK COMPANY  

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After bringing you the cover art for the soon-to-be-released The Return of the Black Company (Canada, USA, Europe), here's the cover art for Glen Cook's fourth Black Company omnibus.

The Many Deaths of the Black Company will be comprised of Water Sleeps and Soldiers Live. For more info about this title: Canada, USA, Europe.

Amazon.com Scifi Extravaganza  

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Just received this email alert from Amazon Associates:


Save up to 60% on over 600 DVDs. Find all things Sci-Fi in our Sale Extravaganza! From your favorite TV shows, to great Boxed Sets, find DVDs from $5.99.

Just perused the list, and there are some great bargains out there. Whether its for boxed sets of series such as Heroes, Stargate, Star Trek, The X-Files, or DVDs or Blu-rays of movies like Independence Day, Terminator, Serenity, Dune, Alien, they have quite a selection. They also have specials on many anime series such as Fullmetal Alchemist, Final Fantasy, and more!

Check it out here!

Win a Jack Vance prize pack  

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Thanks to the cool folks at Subterranean Press, I have a Jack Vance trio up for grabs! The prize pack includes:

- Songs of the Dying Earth, edited by George R. R. Martin and Gardner Dozois (trade hardcover)



The rules are the same as usual. You need to send an email at reviews@(no-spam)gryphonwood.net with the header "JACK VANCE." Remember to remove the "no spam" thingy.

Second, your email must contain your full mailing address (that's snail mail!), otherwise your message will be deleted.
Lastly, multiple entries will disqualify whoever sends them. And please include your screen name and the message boards that you frequent using it, if you do hang out on a particular MB.

Good luck to all the participants!

New US cover art for Robin Hobb, Raymond E. Feist, and L. E. Modesitt, jr.  

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- Robin Hobb's Dragon Keeper (Canada, USA, Europe)



- Raymond E. Feist's At the Gates of Darkness (Canada, USA, Europe)



- L. E. Modesitt, jr.'s Arms-Commander (Canada, USA)

Win a full set of Joel Shepherd's Cassandra Kresnov trilogy  

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I have one set of the trade paperback edition and one set of the mass market paperback edition of Joel Shepherd's Cassandra Kresnov series for you to win, compliments of the kind folks at Pyr. The prize packs include:

- Crossover (Canada, USA, Europe)
- Breakaway (Canada, USA, Europe)
- Killswitch (Canada, USA, Europe)



The rules are the same as usual. You need to send an email at reviews@(no-spam)gryphonwood.net with the header "CASSANDRA KRESNOV." Remember to remove the "no spam" thingy.

Second, your email must contain your full mailing address (that's snail mail!), otherwise your message will be deleted.
Lastly, multiple entries will disqualify whoever sends them. And please include your screen name and the message boards that you frequent using it, if you do hang out on a particular MB.

Good luck to all the participants!

This week's New York Times Bestsellers (July 21st)  

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In hardcover:


David Weber's By Heresies Distressed debuts at number 11. For more info about this title: Canada, USA, Europe.

Carlos Ruiz Zafón's The Angel's Game is down five spots, finishing its fourth week on the bestseller list at number 13. For more info about this title: Canada, USA, Europe.

Charlaine Harris' Dead and Gone is down three positions, ending its tenth week on the charts at number 16.

Stephenie Meyer's The Host is down one spot, finishing the week at number 17.

Laurell K. Hamilton's Skin Trade is down five positions, ending its sixth week on the prestigious list at number 29.

John Ringo's Eye of the Storm debuts at number 32.

Guillermo Del Toro & Chuck Hogan's The Strain is down one spot, finishing its sixth week on the NYT list at number 33. For more info about this title: Canada, USA, Europe.

In paperback:

Jane Austen and Seth Grahame-Smith's Pride and Prejudice and Zombies maintains its position at number 7 for its 15th week on the bestseller list.

Carlos Ruiz Zafón's The Shadow of the Wind is up one position, ending the week at number 15. For more info about this title: Canada, USA, Europe.

Charlaine Harris' eight Sookie Stackhouse novels are on the paperback bestseller list, ranking from number 6 to number 24.

Why Urban Fantasy probably doesn't get much respect. . .  

Posted by Patrick


Much to this subgenre's authors' chagrin, urban fantasy/paranormal romance continues to be considered low-brow and shitty material. And yet, even the most ardent detractors will admit, albeit grudgingly, that there are quality reads out there. Too few according to most for the subgenre and its writers to garner much in the way of respect, however.

To elaborate on this sad state of affairs, I invited urban fantasy author Lilith Saintcrow to write an ad lib column on the subject last year. Her piece generated a lot of discussions, and was followed by another column. Then came Carrie Vaughn's "Deconstructing Urban Fantasy."

Now, I don't mean to flog a dead horse and throw oil on the fire, but this proved to be too much for me. I received a review copy of Jenna Black's Speak of the Devil (Canada, USA, Europe) a few weeks back, and the blurb stuck in my head and won't go away. Knowing that I would likely take some heat if I posted my thoughts online, wisdom prevailed upon me not to do so. But still, that blurb kept nagging at me. So I showed it to a couple of friends, curious to see what they would make of it. Most found it so ridiculous that they thought I had made it up. Their jaws dropped to the floor when I showed them the actual novel. Since they were all men of various ages and since such a book is aimed at a female audience, I elected to try the same experiment with women. Oddly enough, their reaction was even worse. And the word that kept coming back was "trash." Moreover, the majority of the 24 girls I asked opined that they would never bet caught dead with such a book. Fortunately, thousands of women don't share that aversion, which is why this subgenre remains so popular.

Okay, so I'm acutely aware that I'm not the target audience for this sort of thing. Not by any stretch of the imagination. Nor can I judge Speak of the Devil on its own merit, for I have only the blurb to work with. For all I know, Jenna Black might be better than Jim Butcher and Carrie Vaughn put together. But with such blurbs, respect won't come knocking on urban fantasy/paranormal romance's door any time soon.

Don't let the trashy cover influence you. Most urban fantasy and paranormal romance cover art feature the same sort of crap. After all, had I let the cover fool me, I would never have read Carrie Vaughn's Kitty and the Midnight Hour (Canada, USA, Europe). And as you know, I am now a big fan of the Kitty Norville series. And though my agent says that those books are my guilty pleasure, let me assure you that there is no guilt whatsoever on my part. Vaughn writes good books, period!

So here's this blurb:

Morgan Kingsley, America’s most successful exorcist, is paying the price for an exorcism gone wrong. The victim’s family is suing the daylights out of her, the Exorcism Board has suspended her, and now she’s living on a diet of ramen noodles and bad coffee. But Morgan has a few good men at her side. One is her current boyfriend, nice-guy legal eagle Brian, who’s suddenly starting to reveal his inner bad boy. The other is Philly cop Adam White, who’s trying to help Morgan find out who sent her a little present—a severed human hand—and why someone seems determined to destroy her.

As her stalker turns more violent, leaving dead bodies in his wake, Morgan turns to the dark side of her life: a group of demons steeped in secrets, sinful eroticism, and otherworldly family feuds, including one sexy beast who shares Morgan’s body—and some X-rated fantasies. Soon Morgan must choose between her friends, her enemies, and her libido: to escape a mad demon determined to destroy her completely.

Now, that first paragraph isn't at all bad. If not for the mild "chicklit" feel, it is quite similar to the blurb of Jim Butcher's Fool Moon.

But that second paragraph literally killed me. And it had the same effect of basically everyone I showed it to. As I mentioned, Jenna Black can well be a heck of an author. I have no idea, really. But her work has been nominated for urban fantasy awards, so the woman obviously has legions of fans. Nevertheless, for all that this subgenre is a multi-million dollar business, it's awfully difficult to take it seriously with blurbs like these.

Can you imagine attributing such a blurb to authors like George R. R. Martin, Neil Gaiman, or Carlos Ruiz Zafón? Or Robin Hobb and Jacqueline Carey?

Conventional wisdom says that urban fantasy and paranormal romance will continue to be a huge commercial success. Authors such as Laurell K. Hamilton and co. will top the bestseller lists. But I have a feeling that respect will remain as elusive as it has been thus far. . .

Fool Moon  

Posted by Patrick



Okay, so I know I was late for this party. More than fashionably late, no question. But better late than never, right!?! I totally got into Storm Front (Canada, USA, Europe) when I finally gave the novel a chance last December. And I couldn't wait to give the rest of the series a shot, as most Jim Butcher fans opine that Storm Front could well be the weakest book in the sequence.

After going through Steven Erikson's Dust of Dreams, I knew I needed something lighter to read next. Butcher's Fool Moon appeared to fit the bill perfectly. And if every Dresden Files installment is as fun and entertaining, I reckon I will thoroughly enjoy the entire series.

Business has been quite dead for our down-on-his-luck professional wizard. Since the events which occurred in Storm Front, Harry Dresden has had a hard time making ends meet. But suddenly, a strange murder comes along that requires his supernatural expertise. When he investigates the brutally mutilated corpse, Harry realizes that werewolves seem to have been involved. Moreover, Karrin Murphy, director of Special Investigations of the Chicago Police Department, reveals that this case could well be linked to a number of other unexplained murders. Forced to keep Murphy in dark regarding certain arcane matters, he will get in trouble with the law. Now a fugitive, Harry Dresden must find a way to solve this case before getting himself killed.

Fool Moon features the first-person narrative of Harry Dresden. Once again, it was a delight to follow the misadventures of this sympathetic and sometimes inept protagonist.

Detective Karrin Murphy, Bob the skull, Gentleman Johnny Marcone, and Susan Rodriguez are the main characters comprising this novel's supporting cast. Although there are plenty of new faces in this second volume, it was nice to see some old faces again. With plenty more to come, I'm sure.

The fast-paced urban fantasy plot was more complex and satisfying than that of Storm Front. Every time you feel as though you've seen this before, Jim Butcher's imaginative storylines surprise you. And though the plot is fairly linear, there are quite a few unanticipated bumps along the way to keep you guessing. In addition, the few glimpses we are offered of Harry's back story hints at a more multilayered tale than meets the eye.

If you are looking for fun and entertaining books featuring a flawed, endearing, and not always the sharpest tool in the shed kind of hero, The Dresden Files are definitely for you!

I must admit that this series is fast becoming addictive!

The final verdict: 7.75/10

For more info about this title: Canada, USA, Europe

Joe Abercrombie contest winners!  

Posted by Patrick

Thanks to the cool folks at Orbit, our five lucky winners will receive a complimentary copy of Joe Abercrombie's excellent Best Served Cold. For more info about this title: (Canada, USA, Europe).

The winners are:

- Daniel Weed, from Bedford, Massachusetts, USA

- Troy J. Knutson, from Collierville, Tennessee, USA


- Kenda Montgomery, from Smiths Station, Alabama, USA

- Dave Brace, from Chicago, Illinois, USA

- Ben Baker, from Los Angeles, California, USA

Thanks to all the participants!

Worldcon : Anticipation to offer "Taster" memberships  

Posted by Patrick

Initially, the plan was for me to cover everything that had to do with the upcoming Worldcon, from the pre-production stages to the convention itself. But when they refused to grant me a press pass, well this initiative went down the crapper and stayed there.

Hence, I've been promoting Montréal, for I want everyone to make the most of their experience while in town, but not the con in particular. And yet, these taster memberships are such a good idea that I've decided to make an exception and post the content of this press release:

Heard about World Science Fiction Conventions (Worldcons) and thinkthey sound cool but not sure they’re worth the money? Then Tastermemberships are for you.

Here’s how it works. Whenever you show up, you go to the convention’sRegistration Desk. There you’ll pay for a Day Membership (75–95 CAD),depending on the day of the convention and whether you are buying anadult or a child membership). Your membership badge will betime-stamped. Then you may wander about the convention freely. See theExhibits, the Art Show, and the Dealers Room. Hear a speaker. Getautographs. Watch a film. Join a filk sing. Go see a program item ortwo (there will be hundreds over the course of the convention).

If Worldcon really isn’t for you, then just go back to Registrationduring posted open hours within three hours of your time-stamp andyou’ll receive all but $20 of your money back for an adult membershipand all but $10 of your money back for a child membership. But if youlike what you find and want to hang around the rest of the day andevening, then just stay for the rest of the day. Your badge will letyou stay and attend all open events until the next morning. If youwant to attend more days, just come back and buy another DayMembership or convert your Day to a Full Membership. It’s easy andsafe. And you’ll find out for yourself what all the fuss is about.(We’ve been going for years and there’s so much great stuff to do wecan’t imagine anyone wouldn’t want to stay but some people need to tryit for themselves to be sure.)

Taster Memberships paid by cash, traveler’s check, or credit card willbe refunded immediately. Memberships paid by check will be refunded bymail. We will not issue refunds after registration closes for the day.On days where registration is open until 20:00, no refunds are givenafter the close of that day’s Registration. We encourage you topurchase by 17:00 on those days, otherwise you will not have the full3 hours benefit of the taster membership. One Taster Membership perperson. We will accept US dollars as well as Canadian dollars atRegistration at the convention. Due to the volatility of the currencyexchange market, at the door rates in US dollars will only be set afew days before the convention.

The 67th World Science Fiction Convention, known as Anticipation, willtake place in Montréal, Québec, Canada from Thursday, August 6ththrough Monday, August 10th, 2009.

Grand Canyon pictures  

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Just realized that I never did post the link to my Grand Canyon photo album on Facebook.

Click here to see the pics!;-)

Adam Roberts speaks out against the Hugo Awards  

Posted by Patrick

Nothing new, really. Every year, we hear more and more about the decline in the pertinence and the importance of the genre's most prestigious awards.

And yet, author Adam Roberts went at it with quite a lot of vigor this time around. . .

Roberts' post generated a rather vast number of comments and discussions. You can read his piece here.

And I saw on Westeros that John Scalzi responded here, and artist John Picacio did so here.

Make of all this what you will. . .

Win an Advance Reading Copy of Steven Erikson's BAUCHELAIN AND KORBAL BROACH  

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I'm giving away my ARC of Steven Erikson's Bauchelain and Korbal Broach to one lucky winner! For more info about this title: USA, Europe. This omnibus contains three novellas:

- Blood Follows (Canada, USA, Europe)
- The Lees of Laughter's End (Canada, USA, Europe)
- The Healthy Dead (Canada, USA, Europe)

The rules are the same as usual. You need to send an email at reviews@(no-spam)gryphonwood.net with the header "BAUCHELAIN." Remember to remove the "no spam" thingy.

Second, your email must contain your full mailing address (that's snail mail!), otherwise your message will be deleted.

Lastly, multiple entries will disqualify whoever sends them. And please include your screen name and the message boards that you frequent using it, if you do hang out on a particular MB.

Good luck to all the participants!

Teaser Excerpt from Joe Abercrombie's BEST SERVED COLD  

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To help promote the release of the US edition of Joe Abercrombie's Best Served Cold (Canada, USA, Europe), the folks at Orbit granted me permission to post this teaser extract.

Enjoy!
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The dice came up six and one. The highest dice can roll and the lowest. A fitting judgem0ent on Friendly’s life. The pit of horror to the heights of triumph. And back.

Six and one made seven. Seven years old, when Friendly committed his first crime. But six years later that he was first caught, and given his first sentence. When they first wrote his name in the big book, and he earned his first days in Safety. Stealing, he knew, but he could hardly remember what he stole. He certainly could not remember why. His parents had worked hard to give him all he needed. And yet he stole. Some men are born to do wrong, perhaps. The judges had told him so.

He scooped the dice up, rattled them in his fist, then let them free across the stones again, watched them as they tumbled. Always that same joy, that anticipation. Dice just thrown can be anything until they stop rolling. He watched them turning, chances, odds, his life and the life of the Northman. All the lives in the great city of Talins turning with them.

Six and one.

Friendly smiled, a little. The odds of throwing six and one a second time were one in eighteen. Long odds, some would say, looking forward into the future. But looking into the past, as he was now, there was no chance of any other numbers. What was coming? Always full of possibilities. What was past? Done, and hardened, like dough turned to bread. There was no going back.

"What do the dice say?"

Friendly glanced up as he gathered the dice with the edge of his hand. He was a big man, this Shivers, but with none of that stringiness tall men sometimes get. Strong. But not like a farmer, or a labourer. Not slow. He understood the work. There were clues, and Friendly knew them all. In Safety, you have to reckon the threat a man poses in a moment. Reckon it, and deal with it, and never blink.

A soldier, maybe, and fought in battles, by his scars, and the set of his face, and the look in his eye as they waited to do violence. Not comfortable, but ready. Not likely to run or get carried away. They are rare, men that keep a sharp head when the trouble starts. There was a scar on his thick left wrist that, if you looked at it a certain way, was like the number seven. Seven was a good number today.

"Dice say nothing. They are dice."

"Why roll ’em, then?"

"They are dice. What else would I do with them?"

Friendly closed his eyes, closed his fist around the dice and pressed them to his cheek, feeling their warm, rounded edges against his palm. What numbers did they hold for him now, waiting to be released? Six and one again? A flicker of excitement. The odds of throwing six and one for a third time were three hundred and twenty-four to one. Three hundred and twenty-four was the number of cells in Safety. A good omen.

"They’re here," whispered the Northman.

There were four of them. Three men and a whore. Friendly could hear the vague tinkling of her night-bell on the chill air, one of the men laughing. They were drunk, shapeless outlines lurching down the darkened alley. The dice would have to wait.

He sighed, wrapped them carefully in their soft cloth, once, twice, three times, and he tucked them up tight, safe into the darkness of his inside pocket. He wished that he was tucked up tight, safe in the darkness, but things were what they were. There was no going back. He stood and brushed the street scum from his knees.

"What’s the plan?" asked Shivers.

Friendly shrugged. "Six and one."

He pulled his hood up and started walking, hunched over, hands thrust into his pockets. Light from a high window cut across the group as they came closer. Four grotesque carnival masks, leering with drunken laughter. The big man in the centre had a soft face with sharp little eyes and a greedy grin. The painted woman tottered on her high shoes beside him. The man on the left smirked across at her, lean and bearded. The one on the right was wiping a tear of happiness from his grey cheek.

"Then what?" he shrieked through his gurgling, far louder than there was a need for.

"What d’you think? I kicked him ’til he shat himself." More gales of laughter, the woman’s falsetto tittering a counterpoint to the big man’s bass. "I said, Duke Orso likes men who say yes, you lying-"

"Gobba?" asked Friendly.

His head snapped round, smile fading from his soft face. Friendly stopped. He had taken forty-one steps from the place where he rolled the dice. Six and one made seven. Seven times six was forty-two. Take away the one …

"Who’re you?" growled Gobba.

"Six and one."

"What?" The man on the right made to shove Friendly away with a drunken arm. "Get out of it, you mad fu-"

The cleaver split his head open to the bridge of his nose. Before his mate on the left’s mouth had fallen all the way open, Friendly was across the road and stabbing him in the body. Five times the long knife punched him through the guts, then Friendly stepped back and slashed his throat on the backhand, kicked his legs away and brought him tumbling to the cobbles.

There was a moment’s pause as Friendly breathed out, long and slow. The first man had the single great wound yawning in his skull, a black splatter of brains smeared over his crossed eyes. The other had the five stab wounds in his body, and blood pouring from his cut throat.

"Good," said Friendly. "Six and one."

The whore started screaming, spots of dark blood across one powdered cheek.

"You’re a dead man!" roared Gobba, taking a stumbling step back, fumbling a bright knife from his belt. "I’ll kill you!" But he did not come on.

"When?" asked Friendly, blades hanging loose from his hands. "Tomorrow?"

"I’ll-"

Shivers’ stick cracked down on the back of Gobba’s skull. A good blow, right on the best spot, crumpling his knees easily as paper. He flopped down, slack cheek thumping against the cobbles, knife clattering from his limp fist, out cold.

"Not tomorrow. Not ever." The woman’s shriek sputtered out. Friendly turned his eyes on her.
"Why aren’t you running?" She fled into the darkness, teetering on her high shoes, whimpering breath echoing down the street, her night-bell jangling after.

Shivers frowned down at the two leaking corpses in the road. The two pools of blood worked their way along the cracks between the cobblestones, touched, mingled and became one. "By the dead," he muttered in his Northern tongue.

Friendly shrugged. "Welcome to Styria."

Mark Chadbourn contest winner!  

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Our winner will get his hands on a full set of Mark Chadbourn's The Age of Misrule trilogy, compliments of me! The prize includes:


- World's End (Canada, USA, Europe)
- Darkest Hour (Canada, USA, Europe)
- Always Forever (Canada, USA, Europe)

The winner is:

- Sean Malone, from Pierre, South Dakota, USA

Thanks to all the participants!

Patrick Rothfuss news  

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I recently contacted Betsy Wollheim to inquire about the progress of Patrick Rothfuss' The Wise Man's Fear (Canada, USA, Europe).


When asked if the tentative April 2010 release date was still within the realm of possibilities, here's what she had to say: "We do not have any pub date for Rothfuss, and won’t until the book is nearly perfect. I have no idea how long that will take."

Whether Rothfuss can achieve perfection for a spring 2010 release date remains to be seen. Which means that this one could be published later on next year. . .

GRRM on Joe Abercrombie  

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Joe Abercrombie's BEST SERVED COLD is a bloody and relentless epic of vengeance and obsession in the grand tradition, a kind of splatterpunk sword 'n sorcery COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO, Dumas by way of Moorcock. His cast features tyrants and torturers, a pair of poisoners, a serial killer, a treacherous drunk, a red-handed warrior and a blood-soaked mercenary captain. And those are the good guys. Monza Murcatto, the Snake of Talins, could teach even Gully Foyle and Kirth Gerson a few things about revenge. The battles are vivid and visceral, the action brutal, the pace headlong, and Abercrombie piles the betrayals, reversals, and plot twists one atop another to keep us guessing how it will all come out. This is his best book yet. All that's missing is a map.


- GEORGE R. R. MARTIN

So what are you waiting for!?! Get your copy of Abercrombie's Best Served Cold (Canada, USA, Europe)!

New Poll: What to read next???  

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The results from our last survey are in:

- In Conquest Born by C. S. Friedman (Canada, USA, Europe): 21%
- Prador Moon by Neal Asher (Canada, USA, Europe): 4%
- The Reality Dysfunction by Peter F. Hamilton (Canada, USA, Europe): 26%
- Chasm City by Alastair Reynolds (Canada, USA, Europe): 17%
- Consider Phlebas by Iain M. Banks (Canada, USA, Europe): 29%

Banks ended up victorious, but it was a very close race. So I guess I'll be reading Consider Phlebas in the near future. . .

Receiving hundreds of review copies every year means that there is no chance in hell I can read even a quarter of the books I get in my mailbox. I have a multitude of "books to read" piles, and some titles have been lying there for months, even years, awaiting my attention. Hence, this new poll will feature SFF books that have been lying around for quite some time, even though I've been meaning to read them at some point. Let's see which novel will take the cake!

The nominees are:



- King's Dragon by Kate Elliott, a Nebula Award nominee (Canada, USA, Europe)

Set in an alternate Europe, a world where bloody conflicts rage and sorcery holds sway, both human and other-than-human forces vie for supremacy. In this land, Alain, a young man seeking the destiny promised him by the Lady of Battles, and Liath, a young woman gifted with a power that can alter the course of history, are about the be swept up in a world-shaking conflict for the survival of humanity.



- Rules of Ascension by David B. Coe (Canada, USA, Europe)

For centuries the Forelands were disputed by several tribes. Then came the magically gifted Qirsi--physically no match for their foes, but capable of mindsight, creating and controlling mists and fire, and bending solid matter to their purpose. After a Qirsi traitor betrayed his race to save himself, the Qirsi were defeated and dispersed among the seven realms of the Forelands. Those specially endowed Qirsi capable of multiple powers, the Weavers, were all put to death.

For centuries the Forelands enjoyed relative peace. But when Tavis, the heir to the Kingdom of Curgh, is wrongfully blamed for the murder of a noble, the accusation sets in motion a series of events culminating in civil war. The ensuing chaos topples the throne in Eibithar and threatens to rain chaos on all the realms of the Forelands. Tavis, thrust into the center of deadly controversy and stripped of the protection of his family's nobility, turns to the Qirsi, his last remaining hope for redemption. But another Qirsi traitor, secretly fomenting fear and mistrust among the Dukedoms, seeks to destroy Tavis. Tavis must survive long enough to clear his name and save an entire kingdom. A powerful, compelling tale set in an unforgettable land, rules of Ascension will capture your heart and fire your imagination.



- The Briar King by Greg Keyes (Canada, USA, Europe)

In the kingdom of Crotheny, two young girls play in the tangled gardens of the sacred city of the dead. Fleeing an imaginary attacker, the girls-one of whom is the reckless young daughter of the king-discover the unknown crypt of the legendary, ancestral queen, Virgenya Dare.

In the wilds of the forest, while investigating the slaughter of an innocent family, king's holter Aspar White weaves his way through a maze of ancient willows-and comes face-to-face with a monstrous beast found only in folk tales and nightmares. Meanwhile, traveling the same road, a scholarly young priest begins an education in the nature of evil, found festering just beneath the surface of the seemingly peaceful land.

The royal family itself comes under siege, facing betrayal that only sorcery could accomplish. Now-for three beautiful sisters, for a young man made suddenly into a knight, and for a woman in love with a roguish adventurer-a rising darkness appears, shattering what was once certain, familiar, and good. These destinies and more will be linked when malevolent forces walk the land. For Crotheny, the most powerful nation in the world, is shaken at its core. And the Briar King, harbinger of death, has awakened from his slumber.

Imbuing his tale with richness, pathos, action, and passion, Greg Keyes begins an amazing new epic that takes fantasy fiction to a new level. At the heart of the story, Keyes has placed a remarkable young woman, Anne Dare, the youngest daughter of a royal family . . . and the one person upon whom the fate of this world may depend.



- Elric: The Stealer of Souls by Michael Moorcock (Canada, USA, Europe)

When Michael Moorcock began chronicling the adventures of the albino sorcerer Elric, last king of decadent Melniboné, and his sentient vampiric sword, Stormbringer, he set out to create a new kind of fantasy adventure, one that broke with tradition and reflected a more up-to-date sophistication of theme and style. The result was a bold and unique hero'"weak in body, subtle in mind, dependent on drugs for the vitality to sustain himself'"with great crimes behind him and a greater destiny ahead: a rock-and-roll antihero who would channel all the violent excesses of the sixties into one enduring archetype.

Now, with a major film in development, here is the first volume of a dazzling collection of stories containing the seminal appearances of Elric and lavishly illustrated by award-winning artist John Picacio'"plus essays, letters, maps, and other material. Adventures include 'The Dreaming City,' 'While the Gods Laugh,' 'Kings in Darkness,' 'Dead God's Homecoming,' 'Black Sword's Brothers,' and 'Sad Giant's Shield.'



- Rite: Short Work by Tad Williams (Canada, USA, Europe)

Though best known for his epic series, Tad Williams is also an accomplished practitioner of the short form. Rite: Short Work gives ample evidence of this, as it contains a knockout novella later expanded to novel length (”Child of an Ancient City”); riffs on the great fantasist Michael Moorcock (”The Author at the End of Time,” “Go Ask Elric”), along with excursions into some of his most popular creations and beyond. At over 140,000 words, Rite is essential for every Tad Williams fan and fantasy aficianado. Each tale features a full-page black-and-while illustration by Mark A. Nelson.

STRANGE BREW contest winner!  

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This lucky gal will get her hands on a copy of the anthology Strange Brew, edited by P. N. Elrod, courtesy of Yours Truly! The book contains short stories by bestselling urban fantasy/paranormal romance authors such as Patricia Briggs, Jim Butcher, Rachel Caine, Karen Chance, P. N. Elrod, Charlaine Harris, Faith Hunter, Caitlin Kittredge, and Jenna Maclaine.For more info about this title: Canada, USA, Europe.


The winner is:

- Erika Trojhan, from Köln, Germany

Thanks to all the participants!

This week's New York Times Bestsellers (July 14th)  

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In hardcover:

Carlos Ruiz Zafón's The Angel's Game is down three spots, finishing its third week on the bestseller list at number 8. For more info about this title: Canada, USA, Europe.

Charlaine Harris' Dead and Gone is up one position, ending its ninth week on the charts at number 13.

Stephenie Meyer's The Host is down one spot, finishing the week at number 16.

Christie Golden's Star Wars: Fate of the Jedi: Omen debuts at number 18. For more info about this title: Canada, USA, Europe.

Laurell K. Hamilton's Skin Trade is down six positions, ending its fifth week on the prestigious list at number 24.

Guillermo Del Toro & Chuck Hogan's The Strain is down eight spots, finishing its fifth week on the NYT list at number 32. For more info about this title: Canada, USA, Europe.

In paperback:

Jane Austen and Seth Grahame-Smith's Pride and Prejudice and Zombies is down one spot, finishing its 14th week on the bestseller list at number 7.

Carlos Ruiz Zafón's The Shadow of the Wind is up two positions, ending the week at number 16. For more info about this title: Canada, USA, Europe.

Seven of Charlaine Harris' eight Sookie Stackhouse novels are on the paperback bestseller list, ranking from number 6 to number 21.

Dust of Dreams  

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The Malazan Book of the Fallen. Vaster in depth and scope than any other fantasy epic ever written, it's hard to believe the series is actually coming to an end. And as this multilayered tale draws to a close, I was quite eager to sink my teeth into the ninth volume of this saga. Indeed, I've rarely been this eager to read a fantasy novel. Fanboy I may be, it's true, but after the uneven read that was Toll the Hounds, I simply couldn't wait to return to the continent of Lether, where everything would be played out.

In the Author's Note, Steven Erikson warns us that Dust of Dreams is essentially the first half of a two-volume novel, to be concluded with the forthcoming The Crippled God. Hence, there are no resolutions to the various storylines, and Erikson had no choice but to end this one with a cliffhanger. And as far as cliffhangers go, it's about as big as they come. Erikson asks readers to please be patient. For the record, I can tell you that there is closure of a sort at the end of Dust of Dreams. Just not what we are used to. . . Be that as it may, Dust of Dreams advances the plot toward the grand finale we have been waiting for, and the book ties many storylines together in surprising fashion.

In my opinion, Gardens of the Moon, Deadhouse Gates, Memories of Ice, House of Chains, and Midnight Tides were meant to lay the groundwork for the entire series. With that established, The Bonehunters, Reaper's Gale, and Toll the Hounds served as transition books to bring all these disparate plotlines together in a complex tapestry of threads and characters. Dust of Dreams and The Crippled God are the climax of this ambitious fantasy saga. Like most fans, I've often shaken my head in confusion, perplexed by the fact that Erikson appeared to be focusing on secondary characters and seemingly unimportant storylines in every single Malazan installment. Well, Dust of Dreams finally provides a number of surprising, even shocking, answers. Past volumes contained an enormoius amount of foreshadowing that we simply didn't get. Yet in Dust of Dreams, a lot of things suddenly make sense. A case in point would have to be the entire Shake storyline. At times, it felt kind of lame and unnecessary in the past, but you won't believe what Erikson has in store for them.

Both The Bonehunters and Reaper's Gale were all over the place in terms of plotlines, which is what I loved about them. Toll the Hounds, although suffering from inconsistent rhythm, more or less followed the blueprint of earlier Malazan books. I feel that Dust of Dreams bears more similarities with the former, as the author has a panoply of storylines to bring together.

The Tiste Edur empire overthrown, the Bonehunters find themselves without an enemy. Morale is low among the soldiers of this exiled Malazan army, and ennui threatens to make things worse, yet Adjunct Tavore won't give the order to march into the Wastelands. They can all feel the threat of what's coming, but still they must wait.

Warleader Onos Toolan is gradually losing control of the White Face Barghast. Clan chiefs continue to abandon the herd, while others now openly challenge Onos Toolan's right to lead them. Hetan knows that an enemy must soon be found, or the White Face Barghast could be fragmented beyond repair.

Foreign leaders seek to take advantage of the Khundryl Burned Tears and the Perish Grey Helms as both armies prepare to rendezvous with the Bonehunters to enter the Wastelands. Indifferent to the fact that the three armies will face a menace that could destroy the world, these nobles plan treachery.

Hundreds of refugees march westward, forced out of their homes, tortured, and murdered by the Fathers, the Quitters, the starvers, and the bone-skinned Inquisitors. Rutt leads them across the Glass Desert, beyond which lies salvation in the form of a mysterious glass city.

Kalyth, last survivor of a tribe on the Elan Plain, has been named Destriant of the K'Chain Che'Malle by Matron Gunth'an Acyl. She is ordered to journey beyond Ampelas Rooted to seek out a Mortal Sword and a Shield Anvil. Obviously insane, the Matron is preparing for war.

With the Omtose Phellack ice fields melting, the water level is rising, threatening the Shake's existence on Third Maiden Isle. Prophecies claim that the Shake, broken, decimated, and lost, are destined to change the world. Twilight and the Watch will take their people upon the Road of Gallan, a journey that will bring the Shake back to the First Shore, as well as their destiny.

Resenting the threat posed by the Deck of Dragons and its mysterious Master, the Errant reclaims his role as Master of the Tiles. Summoning the surviving Clan of Elders, he plans the biggest betrayal of all.

Adjunct Tavore plans to cheat Shadowthrone and Cotillion. The gods can have their war, but she and the Bonehunters won't be used. Though she will order the army to march toward Kolanse, an isolated confederation of kingdoms beyond the Wastelands, the Adjunct is aware that the gods and Ascendants are planning another Chaining of the Crippled God. And though she is seemingly playing Shadowthrone's game by marching to face the new menace which overwhelmed Kolanse, no one knows what Tavore's ultimate plan truly is.

Olar Ethil, the daughter of T'iam who embraced the Ritual of Tellan, has an agenda of her own, and she will compel even the Herald of Death to see her schemes succeed.

As gods and Ascendants hover in the background, a convergence is about to take place in the Wastelands. And to the south, a cluster of jade-colored stars can be seen shining in the blackness of the night sky.

Revelations about the K'Chain Che'Malle, the Shake, the Soletaken, the D'ivers, the dragons, the Tiste wars, the T'lan Imass, yada yada yada, abound. Once again, expect the unexpected!

There is a lot of introspection in Dust of Dreams, mainly from the soldiers, and at times I found it a bit off-putting. As a renegade army on foreign shores, the Bonehunters are aware that they will make the ultimate sacrifice to save the world, their heroic feats unwitnessed. As these unsung heroes contemplate their dismal future, there is a lot of musing about what it means to be a soldier, the futility of war, etc. It adds another dimension at the beginning of the novel, yet it starts to get old after a while. It doesn't take anything away from the reading experience, mind you, but it does slow down the pace in many chapters.

In addition to the usual Malazan, Lethreii, and godlike suspects (Fiddler, Quick Ben, Tehol, Bugg, etc), Dust of Dreams sees the emergence of a host of characters whose importance in the greater scheme of things had not been evident earlier in the series. Yan Tovis and Yedan Derryg immediately come to mind, but the same could be said of Setoc, Grub, Rud Elalle, Sinn, Gesler, and Stormy. Add to that the return of characters such as Silchas Ruin, Icarium, Mappo, Kilmandaros, and more (though not in roles readers may have anticipated), and you have an incredible convergence about to occur.

It takes a while for the proverbial shit to hit the fan, but when it does Steven Erikson caps it all off with a bang. Indeed, the author closes the show with epic battle scenes reminiscent of Capustan and Coral. The very best action scenes since Memories of Ice, no question!

Although it ends with a major cliffhangers, Dust of Dreams furthers the plot and sets the stage for what should be an unforgettable finale in The Crippled God. Believe me when I tell you that this book will have you begging for more! Steven Erikson is a master storyteller.

Dust of Dreams is epic fantasy with a capital E!

The final verdict: 9.5/10

For more info about this title: Canada, USA, Europe

Win a copy of Karen Traviss' JACINTO'S REMNANT  

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I'm giving away my review copy of Karen Traviss' Jacinto's Remnant to one lucky winner! For more info about this title: Canada, USA, Europe.

Here's the blurb:

After a brutal fifteen-year war for survival, the Coalition of Ordered Governments is forced to destroy mankind's last city in a final bid to stop the Locust Horde. As the survivors flee Jacinto, they must contend with the last of the Locust, bent on vengeance, as they struggle to stay alive in an icy wilderness. Marcus Fenix, Dom Santiago, and their fellow Gears fight to get Jacinto's refugees to a safe haven, but find themselves in a lawless new world where the enemy is human-and as desperate and dangerous as any grub.

The rules are the same as usual. You need to send an email at reviews@(no-spam)gryphonwood.net with the header "REMNANT." Remember to remove the "no spam" thingy.

Second, your email must contain your full mailing address (that's snail mail!), otherwise your message will be deleted.

Lastly, multiple entries will disqualify whoever sends them. And please include your screen name and the message boards that you frequent using it, if you do hang out on a particular MB.

Good luck to all the participants!

First Boromir and now Ned???  

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According to Winter is Coming, rumor has it that Sean Bean has been cast as Eddard Stark for the A Game of Thrones HBO TV series.


As far as I'm concerned, I think it's a very good fit. So hopefully it's true.

I reckon we'll soon get an official announcement. . .

Scott Lynch news  

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Since there are quite a few rumors circulating regarding Scott Lynch's upcoming volume in the Gentlemen Bastards sequence, I got in touch with his US editor to see which way the wind blows.


Anne Groell just got back to me, and here's the lowdown on Scott Lynch's The Republic of Thieves (Canada, USA, Europe): The final manuscript has not yet been turned in, so we are looking at a potential summer/fall 2010 release date at the moment, provided the manuscript ends up on her desk soon.

Anne remains hopeful that this will be the case. But Lynch must deal with a death in the family as we speak, so he has bigger fish to fry.

There you have it. . .

Excerpt from Ian McDonald's DESOLATION ROAD  

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Thanks to the good people at Pyr, here is an extract from Ian McDonald's Desolation Road. For more info about this title: Canada, USA, Europe.

Enjoy!
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For three days Dr. Alimantando had followed the greenperson across the desert. Beckoned by a finger made from articulated runner beans, he had sailed over the desert of red grit, the desert of red stone, and the desert of red sand in pursuit of it. And each night, as he sat by his fire built from scraps of mummified wood, writing in his journals, the moonring would rise, that tumbling jewel-stream of artificial satellites, and it would draw the greenperson out of the deep places of the desert.

On the first night the meteors were flickering high in the stratosphere when the greenperson came to Dr. Alimantando.

“Let me near your fire, friend, let me have warmth, give me shelter, for I am of a warmer age than this.” Dr. Alimantando gestured for the greenperson to draw closer. Observing the strange, naked figure, Dr. Alimantando was moved to ask, “What manner of a creature are you?”

“I am a man,” said the greenperson. His mouth, his lips, his tongue,
showed leaf-green as he spoke. His teeth were small and yellow like nibs of
maize. “What are you?”

“I also am a man.”

“Then we are the same. Stoke up the fire, friend, let me feel the blaze.” Dr. Alimantando kicked a knot of grey wood and sparks fled upward into the night. After a time the greenperson said, “Have you water, friend?”

“I have, but I want to be careful with it. I don’t know how long I will be crossing this desert, or if I will find any water on my journey.”

“I will lead you to water tomorrow, friend, if you will give me your flask tonight.”

Dr. Alimantando was still for a long time beneath the tumbling lights of the moonring. Then he unhooked one of his flasks from his pack and passed it over he flames to the greenperson. The greenperson drained the flask dry. The air about him sparkled with an aroma of verdure, like forests after spring rain. Then Dr. Alimantando slept and did not dream at all.

The next morning there was only a red rock by the embers of the fire where the greenperson had sat.

On the second night Dr. Alimantando made camp and ate and wrote in his journal. Then he sat, just sat, made vast with the exhilaration of the desert of stone. He had sailed and sailed and sailed, away from the hills of Deuteronomy, away from the desert of red grit, through the desert of red stone, across a land of chasms and fissures, like a petrified brain, over polished stone pavements, between eroded pinnacles of dark volcanic glass, through forests petrified for a billion years, down water-courses dry a billion years, through wind-sculpted palisades of ancient red sandstones, over haunted mesas, plunging over thin granite lips into infinite echoing canyons, gripping wide-eyed with terror to every handhold as the wind-board’s promagnetic levitators fought to hold it aloft. He had run before the long wind, he had sailed and sailed and sailed until the first pinpricks of the evening stars pierced the sky.

As he sat thus, bluehot lasers flickered fitfully across the vault above him, and the greenperson came to him again.

“Where is the water you promised?” asked Dr. Alimantando.

“Everywhere was water once and will be water again,” said the greenperson.

“This stone once was sand once and will be sand again on a beach a million years from here.”

“Where is the water you promised?” cried Dr. Alimantando.

“Come with me, friend.” The greenperson led him to a notch in the red cliff and there, in the deeper darkness, was the chuckling of lonely, clear water, trickling from a crack in the rock and dropping into a small dark pool. Dr. Alimantando filled his water flasks but did not drink. He was afraid of defiling the ancient lonely water. Where the greenperson had stood, pale green shoots now pushed through the damp imprints of his feet. Then Dr. Alimantando slept and did not dream that night at all.

The next morning there was a withered gray tree by the embers of the fire where the greenperson had sat.

Upon the third night after the third day, when he had sailed the desert of red sand, Dr. Alimantando built his fire and made his camp and wrote his observations and speculations into his leather-bound journals in his fine, delicate hand, all loops and curlicues. He was weary that night; the passage of the desert of sand had drained him dry. At first he had tingled with exhilaration and wind-driven sand as he rode the wind-board up and over, up and over, up and over the ever-breaking waves of sand. He had ridden the red sand and the blue sand, the yellow sand and the green sand, the white sand and the black sand, wave after wave after wave until the waves broke him and left him drained dry, exhausted to face the desert of soda and the desert of salt and the desert of acid. And beyond those deserts, in the place beyond exhaustion, was the desert of stillness, where could be heard the ringing of distant bells, as if from the campaniles of cities buried a billion years beneath the sand, or from the campaniles of cities a billion years yet unborn that would stand there. There, at the heart of the desert, Dr. Alimantando stopped, and beneath a sky huge with the riding lights of a SailShip arriving at the edge of the world, the greenperson came a third time to him. He squatted upon his heels beyond the edge of the firelight, drawing figures in the dust with his forefinger.

“Who are you?” asked Dr. Alimantando. “Why do you haunt my nights?”

“Though we journey through different dimensions, like you I am a traveller across this dry and waterless place,” said the greenperson.

“Explain these ‘different dimensions.’”

“Time and space. You space, I time.”

“How can this be?” exclaimed Dr. Alimantando, who was passionately interested in time and temporality. Because of time he had been driven out of his home in the green hills of Deuteronomy, labeled “demon” and “wizard” and “eater of children” by neighbours who could not accommodate his harmless and creative eccentricity within their tightly defined world of cows, clapboard houses, sheep, silage and white picket fences. “How can you travel in time, something I have sought to accomplish for years?”

“Time is a part of me,” said the greenperson, standing tall and brushing his body with his fingertips. “So I have learned to control it as I have learned to control any other part of my body.”

“Can this skill be taught?”

“To you? No. You are the wrong colour. But one day you will learn a different way, I think”

Dr. Alimantando’s heart leaped.

“How do you mean?”

“That’s for you to decide. I am here only because the future demands it.”

“You riddle much too well for me. Say what you mean. I can’t abide obtuseness.”

“I am here to lead you to your destiny.”

“Oh? So?”

“Unless I am here, certain trains of events will not come to pass; this my fellows have decided, for all time and space is theirs to manipulate, and they have sent me to guide you to your destiny.”

“Be more explicit, man!” cried Dr. Alimantando, his quick temper flaring. But the firelight flickered and the sky-filling sails of the Praesidium vessel twinkled in the light of the vanished sun, and the greenperson was gone. Dr. Alimantando waited in the lee of his wind-board, waited until his fire died to red-glowing embers. Then, when he knew the greenperson would not be returning that night, he slept, and dreamed a steel dream. In this dream titanic machines the colour of rust peeled back the skin of the desert and laid iron eggs in its tender flesh. The eggs hatched into squirming metal larvae, hungry for hematite, magnetite and kidney ore. The steel maggots built for themselves a towering nest of chimneys and furnaces, a city of belching smoke and hissing steam, of ringing hammers and flying sparks, of rivers of white molten steel and pulpy white worker drones who served the maggots.

The next morning Dr. Alimantando woke to find the wind had risen in the night and covered the wind-board with sand.Where the greenperson had squatted at the edge of the firelight was a cracked boulder of green malachite.

The breeze strengthened and carried Dr. Alimantando away from the heart of the desert. He breathed in the wine-sharp air and listened to the crack of the wind in the sails and the whisper of windblown sand streaming away before him. He felt the sweat dry on his skin and the salt-burn etch into his face and hands.

He sailed and he sailed and he sailed, all morning. The sun had just reached its zenith when Dr. Alimantando saw his first and last mirage. A line of pure, shining silver ran straight through his musings on time and its travellers: purest, bright-shining silver, running east-west above a line of low bluffs which seemed to mark the end of the desert of sand. Drawing nearer, Dr. Alimantando discerned dark shadows in the silver glare and a reflected green glow, as if from green things that might be growing there.

Trick of a dry mind, he told himself, portaging the floating wind-board up a faint track through the cave-riddled bluffs, but on reaching the top of the rise he saw that it was not a trick of a dry mind, nor any mirage. The glow of greenness was indeed the glow of green growing things, the shadow the dark silhouette of a peculiar outcropping of rock which bore on its summit an antennaefeathery microwave relay tower, and the line of silver was precisely that, two sets of parallel steel standard-gauge railroad tracks catching the sun.

Dr. Alimantando walked a little while in the green oasis remembering what green smelled like, what green looked like, how green felt under his feet. He sat listening to the chuckling of water running through the cascading system of little irrigation ditches and the patient chunk, creak of the wind-pumps drawing it up from some stratum of subterranean aquifer. Dr. Alimantando helped himself to bananas, figs and pomegranates and ate a moody lunch in the shade of a cottonwood tree. He was glad to be at the end of the stern desert lands, yet the spiritual wind that had carried him through that separate landscape had died out of him. The sun beamed down on the bee-buzzy oasis and Dr. Alimantando slipped into a lazy, comfortable siesta.
An indefinite time later he was woken by a sting of grit on his cheek. For a closed-eyed, lazy moment the significance escaped him. Then realization struck him like a nail hammered between his eyes. He sat bolt upright, shivered to the pith by a bolt of pure horror.

In his haste he had forgotten to tether the wind-board.

Carried off by the rising wind, the loose wind-board bobbed and swooped across the dry flats. Helpless, Dr. Alimantando watched his only means of deliverance sail away from him across the High Plains. He watched the bright green sail until it vanished into a speck of colour-blindness on the horizon. Then for a long and stupid time he stood trying to think what to do, but he could not think of anything but that mocking, bobbing wind-board. He had lost his destiny, he had let it sail away from him on the wind. That night the greenperson would step out of time to talk with him but he would not be there because he had missed his destiny and all those trains of events that the great minds of the greenpersons had foreseen would never come to be. All gone. Sick with stupidity and disgust, Dr. Alimantando set down his pack and hoped for rescue. Perhaps a train might come up the line. Perhaps a train might come down the line. Perhaps he might tinker with some mechanism in the relay tower to signal his distress through the airwaves. Perhaps the owner of this fertile, green, deceptively soft place might help him. Perhaps . . . perhaps. Perhaps this was all just a siesta dream from which he might waken to find his battered wind-board floating beside him.

Perhapses led to if-onlys. If only he had not fallen asleep, if only he had tied that rope . . . if only.

A molar-grating subsonic rumble shook the oasis. The air shivered. Water trembled in drops from the leaves of the plants. The metal relay tower shuddered and Dr. Alimantando leaped to his feet in consternation. There seemed to be some disturbance beneath the desert for the surface boiled and moiled as if some huge object was tumbling and turning deep below. The sand blistered into a great red boil and burst, shedding torrents of sliding grit, to reveal an enormous boxlike thing, bright orange, with soft rounded edges, emerging from under the Great Desert. Its mountainous flanks bore the word ROTECH lettered in black. Drawn by his fatal curiosity, Dr. Alimantando crept nearer to the edge of the bluffs. The orange box-thing, big as a house, sat on the desert floor, humming potently.

“An orph,” whispered Dr. Alimantando, heart pounding in awe.

—Good afternoon,man! said a sudden voice inside Dr. Alimantando’s head.

“What?” yelped Dr. Alimantando.

—Good afternoon, man. I apologize for not greeting you more readily, but you see, I am dying, and I am finding the process most troublesome.

“Pardon?”

—I am dying; my systems are failing, snapping like threads, my once titanic intellect is plunging toward idiothood. Look at me, man, my beautiful body is scarred, blistered, and stained. I am dying, abandoned by my sisters, who have left me to die in this dreadful desert rather than on the edge of the sky as an orph should, shields down and blazing to brief stellar glory in the upper atmosphere. A curse upon those faithless sisters! I tell you, man, if this is what the younger generation has come to, then I am glad to be leaving this existence. If only it weren’t so undignified. Perhaps you can help me to die with dignity.

“Help you? You? You’re an orph, a servant of the Blessed Lady; you should help me! Like you, I am abandoned here, and if I am not aided, my demise will shortly follow your own. I have been abandoned here by capricious fate, my means of transport has failed me.”

—You have feet.

“Surely you’re joking.”

—Man, do not trouble me with your petty needs. I am past aiding you. I cannot transport you away from this place; I cannot transport myself even. Both you and I will remain here, in the place I have created. Admittedly, your presence here is unscheduled, much less official; the Five Hundred Year Plan does not allow settlement in this micro-environment for another six years, but you may stay here until a train comes past to take you somewhere.

“And how long will that be?”

—Twenty-eight months.

“Twenty-eight months?”

—I am sorry, but that is the forecast of the Five Hundred Year Plan. The environment I have prepared is admittedly rough and ready, but it will support and sustain you and after my death you will have access to all the equipment within me. Now, if you have quite finished troubling me with your woes, may I address myself to mine?

“But you must take me away from here! It is not my destiny to be . . . whatever it is you want for me . . .”

—Communications systems warden.

“A communications systems warden: there are great events I must set in motion elsewhere!”

—Whatever your destiny, it must be worked out here from now on. Now, kindly spare me your whinings, man, and let me die with a little dignity.

“Die? Die? How can a machine, a ROTECH environmental engineering module, an orph, die?”

—I will answer this one question, and then I will answer no more. The life of an orph is long, I myself am almost seven hundred years old, but we are no less mortal than you, man. Now, give me peace and commit my soul to the care of Our Lady of Tharsis.

The pervasive hum ceased abruptly. Dr. Alimantando held his breath in anticipation until it was uncomfortable, but the orph sat unchanging and unchanged on the red sand. In reverent silence Dr. Alimantando explored the little handmade kingdom the orph had bequeathed to him. He found particularly fine caves threading the outcrop of rock which bore the microwave relay; these Dr. Alimantando chose for his home. His few possessions seemed trivial in the large round caverns. He unrolled his quilt bag to air and went to pick dinner.

Darkness was falling. The first jewels of the moon-ring were shining in the sky. Up there the unfeeling orphs were rolling and tumbling, forever caught in the act of falling. Trapped by soil and gravity, their moribund sister cast giant purple shadows across the sand. Dr. Alimantando ate a spiritless supper and went to sleep. At two minutes of two a great voice woke him up.

—God rot ROTECH! it cried. Dr. Alimantando hurried through the pitch-black caves to see what was happening. The night air hummed with power, searchlight beams lanced the darkness, and sections of the orph’s mighty body slid in and out, open and shut. The orph sensed Dr. Alimantando shivering in his nightshirt, and transfixed him like a martyred saint with its search-lights.

—Help me, man! This dying thing is not as easy as I had imagined.

“That’s because you are a machine and not a human,” shouted Dr. Alimantando, shielding his eyes against the search-lights’ glare. “Humans die very easily indeed.”

—Why can one not die when one wants to? Help me, man, help me, come down to me and I will show you how you can be merciful to me, for this creeping debility, this mechanical incontinence, is intolerable. Come down to me, man. Help me!

So Dr. Alimantando scrambled barefoot down the rough trail up which he had portaged that morning. He realized that he must have sailed over the buried orph without ever knowing. Strange things, strange things. He hurried over the yet-warm sand to the humming face of the behemoth. A dark spot appeared on the smooth metal about the size of a twenty centavo piece.

—This is my systems termination activator. Touch it and I will cease to be. All my systems will shut down, all my circuits will fuse and I will die. Do it, man.

“I don’t know . . .”

—Man, I am seven hundred years old, as old as this earth that you walk upon; does old age no longer command respect among you humans in these degenerate days? Respect my wishes, I desire nothing more than to be gone. Touch the spot. Do it, man. Help me.

Dr. Alimantando touched the dark spot and at once it faded into the warm orange metal. Then very slowly, very gradually, the life-hum of the orph dwindled and faded and died and was gone into the silence of the Great Desert. As the great machine relaxed into death, its multitudinous panels, hatches and sections opened, revealing the marvellous mechanisms of its interior. When he was quite sure that the orph was dead, Dr. Alimantando crept back to his bed, troubled and guilty over what he had done.

In the morning he went to pick the body of the orph he had killed. From it he built, over five days of furious, driving and utterly enjoyable labour, a lozenge-shaped solar collector five times as tall as himself and mounted it, with some difficulty, on a wind-pump gantry. Energy and hot water secured, he went on to knock windows in the walls of his caves and glazed the unparalleled view of the Great Desert with plastic from the orph’s polymerization plant. He dismembered the corpse and carried it piece by piece up the bluffs to his new home. He rooted through the bowels of the machine to carve out chunks of machinery that might make good automatic cultivators, irrigation pumps, electrical heating plates, lighting panels, methane digesters, sprinkler systems, all with just a little bit of work and inventiveness. Dr. Alimantando worshipped inventiveness, particularly his own. Every new improved device delighted him for days on end until he built the next one. Day by day the orph was reduced to a pitiful shell, and then to sections a Dr. Alimantando built new solar collectors, then to plates, and then one night the storm wind blew really hard, so hard that Dr. Alimantando, upon his homemade bed, shivered and curled up inside his quiltbag. In the morning the bones of the dead machine had vanished like an ancient city beneath the drifting sands.

But through its death Dr. Alimantando had transformed the waiting oasis into an actual, comfortable, technological hermitage, a private world unknown even to those who had built the world, where a man might ponder long and deep upon destiny, and density, time, space and the meaning of life. All this Dr. Alimantando did, and paper being scarce, he wrote his speculations on the walls of his caves in black charcoal. For a year and a day he covered his walls with algebraic expressions and theorems in symbolic logic, and then one afternoon he saw the steam of a train plume on the western horizon and knew that the orph’s promise had come true, and all of seven months early. He waited until the train was close enough for him to read the name Bethlehem Ares Railroads, and then went up the topmost chamber in his house, his weather-room, and sat looking out at the great desert until the train had passed over the eastern horizon. For he realized that destiny is a numinous, quicksilver thing; from his studies he knew that it took many paths through the landscapes of time and paradox to reach its destination, for were not destiny and destination the same word spelled with different letters? This was his destiny, to live a life of fruitful solitude atop a desert pinnacle. He could think of worse things. So one morning, shortly after the first train in history passed through Dr. Alimantando’s universe, he took himself and a bottle of peapod wine to the weather-room. The topmost cave, with its four windows pointing out in each direction of the compass, was of such fascination to him that he visited it only rarely, so that it would remain special. He looked out upon each preview for a long time. Then he poured a glass of peapod wine, and another, and another, and another, and with the last drop from the bottle he raised his glass and gave a name to everything he could see.

“Desolation Road,” he slurred, drinking down the final glass of peapod wine. “You are Desolation Road.” And Desolation Road it remained, even though Dr. Alimantando realized when he sobered up that he had not meant Desolation Road at all, but Destination Road.

Quote of the Day  

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You can't be a real country unless you have a beer and an airline. It helps if you have some kind of a football team, or some nuclear weapons, but at the very least you need a beer.

- FRANK ZAPPA

Joel Shepherd contest winners!  

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Thanks to the folks at Pyr, our winners will receive a copy of Joel Shepherd's Killswitch. For more info about this title: Canada, USA, Europe.

If you are looking for some action-packed science fiction novels à la Richard Morgan to read this summer while on vacation, be sure to check our Shepherd's Crossover (Canada, USA, Europe) and Breakaway (Canada, USA, Europe). You won't be disappointed!

The winners are:

- Gaby Lapus, from Brooklyn, New York, USA

- Stacia Helpman, from Eastlake, Ohio, USA

- Nicole Lum, from Burnaby, British Columbia, Canada

- Beth Paulhus, from Ellington, Connecticut, USA

- Monie Garcia, from Arlington, Texas, USA

Many thanks to all the participants!:-)

Win a copy of Joe Abercrombie's BEST SERVED COLD  

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Thanks to the kind folks at Orbit, I have five copies of Joe Abercrombie's latest, Best Served Cold, up for grabs. For more info about this title: Canada, USA, Europe.

The rules are the same as usual. You need to send an email at reviews@(no-spam)gryphonwood.net with the header "BEST." Remember to remove the "no spam" thingy.

Second, your email must contain your full mailing address (that's snail mail!), otherwise your message will be deleted.

Lastly, multiple entries will disqualify whoever sends them. And please include your screen name and the message boards that you frequent using it, if you do hang out on a particular MB.

Good luck to all the participants!

Ian McDonald contest winners!  

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These winners will receive a complimentary copy of Ian McDonald's Desolation Road, compliments of the cool folks at Pyr! For more info about this title: Canada, USA, Europe.


The winners are:

- Bryan Franklin, from Medford, Oregon, USA

- Jessica Lay, from Dallas, Texas, USA

- Frank J. Nagy, from St. Charles, Illinois, USA

- Danielle Stephens, from San Francisco, California, USA

- Sergio Glogowski, from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada

Many thanks to all the participants!;-)

Quote of the Day  

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He summons us beneath the banner of vengeance, and in the name of death. My new friends, the T'lan Imass are going to war.


- NOM KALA, Bonecaster of the Brold T'lan Imass, in Steven Erikson's Dust of Dreams (Canada, USA, Europe).

This one should keep you Malazan fans occupied for quite a while. . .;-)

Win a full set of Mark Chadbourn's THE AGE OF MISRULE  

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I'm giving away a full set of the US edition of Mark Chadbourn's The Age of Misrule. The prize pack includes:


- World's End (Canada, USA, Europe)

A dragon firebombs a freeway. Shape-shifters stalk the commercial district. The deadly Wild Hunt wreaks havoc on the highway.

The Age of Misrule has dawned.

When Jack Churchill and Ruth Gallagher encounter a terrifying, misshapen giant beneath a London bridge, they are plunged into a mystery that portends the end of the world as we know it. All over the country, the ancient gods of Celtic myth are returning to the land from which they were banished millennia ago. Following in their footsteps are creatures of folklore: fabulous beasts, wonders and dark terrors. As technology starts to fail, Jack and Ruth are forced to embark on a desperate quest for four magical items—the last chance for humanity in the face of powers barely comprehended.

A pedal-to-the-floor, high-octane fantasy thriller that pitches magic and wonder into a pop culture mash-up of the modern world. Described as “One part Lord of the Rings, one part Illuminatus!, one part Arthurian romance, one part Harry Potter—100 % original!”



- Darkest Hour (Canada, USA, Europe)

The Eternal Conflict between the Light and Dark once again blackens the skies and blights the land. On one side stand the Tuatha de Danaan, golden-skinned and beautiful, filled with all the might of angels. On the other are the Fomorii, monstrous devils hell-bent on destroying all human existence. And in the middle are the Brothers and Sisters of Dragons, determined to use the strange power that binds them to the land in a last, desperate attempt to save the human race.

Church, Ruth, Ryan, Laura, and Shavi have joined forces with Tom, a hero from the mists of time, to wage a guerrilla war against the iron rule of the gods. But they didn't count on things going from bad to worse ...



- Always Forever (Canada, USA, Europe)

The modern world has been transformed into a land of myth, a magical place where fabulous beasts soar on the air currents, a terrifying place where shape-shifting monsters stalk the cities.

Mankind’s days appear numbered. Our only hope—the Brothers and Sisters of Dragons —are scattered and broken after a terrible defeat.

Their last chance may lie in the great court of the old gods, reached by an otherworldly ship filled with fantastical and frightening creatures.

But if our champions fail, the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain will dawn, and the dark god Balor will usher in the eternal night.

The rules are the same as usual. You need to send an email at reviews@(no-spam)gryphonwood.net with the header "MISRULE." Remember to remove the "no spam" thingy.

Second, your email must contain your full mailing address (that's snail mail!), otherwise your message will be deleted.

Lastly, multiple entries will disqualify whoever sends them. And please include your screen name and the message boards that you frequent using it, if you do hang out on a particular MB.

Good luck to all the participants!

This week's New York Times Bestsellers (July 7th)  

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In hardcover:

Carlos Ruiz Zafón's The Angel's Game is down two spots, finishing its second week on the bestseller list at number 5. For more info about this title: Canada, USA, Europe.


Charlaine Harris' Dead and Gone is down one position, ending its 8th week on the charts at number 14.

Stephenie Meyer's The Host is up two spots, finishing the week at number 15.

Laurell K. Hamilton's Skin Trade is down seven positions, ending its fourth week on the prestigious list at number 18.

Guillermo Del Toro & Chuck Hogan's The Strain is down two spots, finishing its fourth week on the NYT list at number 24. For more info about this title: Canada, USA, Europe.

Jacqueline Carey's Naamah's Kiss debuts at number 31. For more info about this title: Canada, USA, Europe.

In paperback:

Jane Austen and Seth Grahame-Smith's Pride and Prejudice and Zombies is down two spots, finishing its 13th week on the bestseller list at number 6.

Carlos Ruiz Zafón's The Shadow of the Wind is up three positions, ending the week at number 18. For more info about this title: Canada, USA, Europe.

Charlaine Harris' eight Sookie Stackhouse novels are on the paperback bestseller list, ranking from number 3 to number 22.

Go see this show!  

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"Ovo" is the Cirque du Soleil's latest production, and as expected it didn't disappoint! If you have the chance to see the show, don't miss it! Only a week left in Montreal, and then they'll be setting up shop in Québec City and Toronto. "Ovo" will begin touring in 2010, but we don't yet know if it will be in North America, Europe, or Asia. You can watch the trailer here.

My stay in Las Vegas turned me into a veritable Cirque du Soleil whore. Hell, I've seen 5 different shows in about 5 weeks, and I'm pre-ordering tickets for "Alegria" when the show stops in town for the Holidays!

If you have yet to experience the Cirque du Soleil, I encourage you to do so. Spectacular and fantastic don't even begin to describe their incredible shows! And the best thing is that their various productions are touring all over the world as we speak. Which means that they might be in a city near you in a not so distant future.

Indeed, "Kooza" is in Minneapolis, Denver, Los Angeles, and Irvine. "Saltimbanco" is in Florida, and will move through Texas, Arizona, Utah, and Ohio, before touring around Finland, Norway, Sweden, Denmark, and elsewhere in Europe. "Alegria" is touring around the East Coast of North America, while "Quidam" is spending almost a year around Brazil. "Corteo" is in Japan, and "Varekai" is in Russia, Spain, Germany, and England. "Dralion" is in New Zealand. Add to that the permanent Cirque du Soleil shows in Las Vegas, Orlando, Tokyo, Macau, and New York, and you can say they're basically everywhere.

Just go! You'll be glad you did! As for me, I'll be trying to catch the productions I have yet to see any chance I get. Some will say it's expensive, but for me these shows have been worth every single penny. And then some!;-)

For more info on everything Cirque du Soleil, check out http://www.cirquedusoleil.com/.

A GAME OF THRONES TV Series in Time Magazine  

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Here's an excerpt:


But great HBO series are about more than plot and skin; they're about great themes, which Martin's story has aplenty. In the tradition of HBO's antiheroes and antiheroines—and unlike the protagonists of The Lord of the Rings—Martin's characters, even the best among them, are flawed, ambivalent and deeply fallible. He constantly forces you to question whether the "honorable" resolution to a conflict is the best in the long run. The saga is littered with fallen heroes and shattered myths, as well as apparent villains and rogues who make surprising turns.

And as in series like The Sopranos, Deadwood and The Wire, the story is filled with the mournful sense that the characters and their civilization have outlived their best days. A Game of Thrones is a fantasy, but most of the magic is in the past. We learn early on, for instance, that there were once dragons in Westeros (the continent where most of the action takes place), but they died off; there were magicians hundreds of years ago, but all that remains of them are some of the weapons they forged, and a vaguely described "Doom" that has thrown the world off-kilter. (Among the oddnesses in its fictional world: the seasons last for unpredictable spans of time, often years. As the series begins, the world is in its ninth year of summer.) Magic is not necessarily dead—there are rumors, for instance, of a ghastly threat stirring in the primeval woods beyond the borders of civilization—but it is mostly considered to be child's stories, or ancient history. It is a little like The Lord of the Rings, if you continued the story after the Elves and wizards left Middle Earth to the mundane and flawed rule of men.

Read the full piece here.

Win a copy of Steven Erikson's DUST OF DREAMS  

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Thanks to the kind folks at Transworld, I have five copies of Steven Erikson's latest Malazan offering up for grabs! For more info about Dust of Dreams: (Canada, USA, Europe).

The rules are the same as usual. You need to send an email at reviews@(no-spam)gryphonwood.net with the header "DUST." Remember to remove the "no spam" thingy.

Second, your email must contain your full mailing address (that's snail mail!), otherwise your message will be deleted.

Lastly, multiple entries will disqualify whoever sends them. And please include your screen name and the message boards that you frequent using it, if you do hang out on a particular MB.

Good luck to all the participants!

The Angel's Game (200th book review)  

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Wow! Just realized this marks my 200th book review. Who would have thought. . ?

I consider Carlos Ruiz Zafón's The Shadow of the Wind to be one of the best novels I have ever read, if not the best. It goes without saying that my expectations for The Angel's Game were through the roof. Still, reason prevailed upon me not to expect something has great and wonderful as its predecessor. After all, The Shadow of the Wind was as good as it gets, and I doubt that even a prolific author can manage two such unbelievable literary works in one career. With such a mindset, I reckon it did help me appreciate The Angel's Game as much as I did.


A writer never forgets the first time he accepted a few coins or a word of praise
in exchange for a story. He will never forget the sweet poison of vanity in his
blood and the belief that, if he succeeds in not letting anyone discover his
lack of talent, the dream of literature will provide him with a roof over his
head, a hot meal at the end of the day, and what he covets the most: his name
printed on a miserable piece of paper that surely will outlive him. A writer is
condemned to remember that moment, because from then on he is doomed and his
soul has a price.

Zafón takes us back to the Barcelona of the early 1900s. Once again, the author's evocative prose offers a wealth of insight into these turbulent times. He paints a vivid picture which allows the reader to be transported back in time and truly experience what Barcelona was like. To manage to do this in two different novels in a row is quite impressive. You can feel Barcelona, smell it, as if you were there.

David Martín makes his living writing popular sensationalist novels under a pseudonym. Forced to produce more and more pulp stories by his rapacious publishers, David cherishes the dream of one day writing the sort of book he has always wanted to write. Renting an abandoned and decrepit mansion with a bloody history, David writes till he falls from exhaustion. An impossible love affair and the spectacular failure of his latest novel will bring him close to the brink of despair. Hopeless, he accepts the offer of a lifetime from a reclusive French editor. He is to write a book unlike anything that has ever been published. But as he begins to work on the manuscript, it dawns upon David that there is a sinister connection between this new project and the history of the mansion he calls home. Soon, he can't tell whether he is slowly going insane, or if disturbing events continue to occur around him.


It seems that in the advanced stages of stupidity, a lack of ideas is
compensated for by an excess of ideologies.

Once again, the author's narrative sucks you into this convoluted tale of love, deceit, mystery, and betrayal from the very first page. The pace becomes a bit sluggish in some portions of Act Three, but other than that the narrative is fluid and keeps you turning those pages. The Angel's Game will keep you up past your usual bedtime on more than one occasion, you can count on it!


If you really want to devote yourself to writing, or at least to writing
something others will read, you're going to have to get used to sometimes being
ignored, insulted, and despised and to almost always being considered with
indifference. It's an occupational hazard.

The characterization is once again where Zafón excels in a manner seldom achieved in literature today. Seemingly effortlessly, the author can, in a paragraph or two, introduce you to a three-dimensional character that echoes with depth. I have no idea how he does it, but it's uncanny. As was the case with The Shadow of the Wind, Zafón's deeply-realized cast come alive and leap off the pages.


The only way you can truly get to know an author is through the trail of ink he
leaves behind him. The person you think you see is only an empty character:
truth is always hidden in fiction.

Simultaneously funny, tragic, and moving, Carlos Ruiz Zafón's intelligence, wit, humor, and deft human touch will compel you to follow David Martín, Andrea Corelli, Pedro Vidal, Isabella, Inspector Grandes, Cristina, and many others, as we plunge deeper and deeper into this web of secrets.


Silence makes even idiots seem wise for a minute.

Although I consider quotes and citations useless clutter in a book review for the most part, there are too many great ones in The Angel's Game to pass up the opportunity to share a few with you.


Inspiration comes when you stick your elbows on the table and your bottom on the chair and start sweating. Choose a theme, an idea, and squeeze your brain until it hurts. That's called inspiration.

I loved the way the author linked The Angel's Game to The Shadow of the Wind at the end. I felt it was done subtly and poignantly. I am aware that some readers found the ambiguous ending sort of off-putting, but I kind of like the fact that we remain unsure as to what exactly took place.


The first step for believing passionately is fear. Fear of losing our identity,
our life, our status, or our beliefs. Fear is the gunpowder and hatred is the
fuse. Dogma, the final ingredient, is only a lighted match.

In the end, though it might not be as amazing as its predecessor, The Angel's Game remains one of the very best books you are likely to read this year. Or any year, for that matter!

The final verdict: 9/10

For more information about this title: Canada, USA, Europe

Kevin J. Anderson contest winners!  

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Our three winners will get their hands on a copy of Kevin J. Anderson's The Edge of the World, courtesy of me and the folks at Orbit! For more info about this title: Canada, USA, Europe.


The winners are:

- François Bonenfant, from Hull, Québec, Canada

- Jared Robinson, from Redmond, Washington, USA

- James Yarker, from London, England

Many thanks to all the participants!

Worldcon: Montreal Restaurant Guide  

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If you are an avid traveler, you know how much of a pain in the butt it can be to find restaurants offering good value when you visit a new city or region. Since I want everyone coming to Montréal to make the most of their experience, here's a little guide meant to help you eat well and mostly stay away from the establishments that cater almost exclusively to tourists. If you are visiting Montréal for the Worldcon or coming over for a well-deserved vacation, bookmark this page. And if you know anyone who's attending the convention and doesn't necessarily follow this blog, feel free to spread the word.

Five months in the making (I know I promised that it was coming last January), putting together this list required the help of a few MTL foodies and the folks at Guide Resto Voir 2009, which you can also find online at http://www.guiderestos.com/.

There is something for every budget. Hence, whether you are a backpacker on a shoestring budget, or looking for something that falls into the "splurge" category, we've got you covered! This is by no means an exhaustive list, however. Montréal has the second highest number of restaurants per capita in North America, with NYC taking the cake. Still, it's a pretty good start and should keep you out of trouble for a few days!

Yes, that's a poutine on the picture. And yes, it looks as though someone puked in your fries! But it's quite good, and everyone should have a taste while in town. Having said that, though I find poutine quite delicious, this restaurant guide will try to steer you toward more memorable culinary experiences!:P

Enjoy your stay!
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Please note that the prices quoted in this guide are based on an average two people would pay for a three-course meal, before tax and tipping, and doesn't include alcohol. It goes without saying that you can eat for less by skipping on dessert, or opting for the table d'hôte, etc. We just want to give you a general idea as to the average cost of a meal. When available, websites have been listed, and the full contact details are provided so you can use Google Map of Mapquest to get directions to and from your hotel. Prices are in Canadian dollars.

B: Breakfast

L: Lunch

D: Dinner

BYOW: Bring your own wine

*** Our picks
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Breakfast

***- Chez Cora
http://www.chezcora.com/
1396, rue Mont Royal, Montreal, H2J 1Y7, (514) 525-9495

1240, rue Drummond, Montreal, H3G 1V7, (514) 286-6171

3465, Avenue du Parc, Montréal, H2X 2H6, (514) 849-4932

B: 20$-25$

Looking for a "big" breakfast/lunch, this is the place!

***- Olive et Gourmando
http://www.oliveetgourmando.com/
351 rue Saint-Paul Ouest, Montréal, H2Y 2A7, (514) 350-1083

B: 20$ L: 35$

Worth waiting in line. . .

- Le Paltoquet
1464, avenue Van Horne, Montréal, (514) 271-4229

Café

***- Caffè Art Java
http://www.caffeartjava.com/
837 avenue Du Mont-Royal Est, Montréal, H2J 1W9, (514) 527-9990

645 avenue du Président-Kennedy, Montréal, H3A 1K1, (514) 350-5282

Supposedly offers some of the very best coffee on the eastern seaboard!

***- Brûlerie St-Denis
http://www.brulerie.com/
1587 rue St-Denis, Montréal, H2X 3K3, (514) 286-9159

3967 rue St-Denis, Montréal, H2W 2M4, (514) 286-9158

Great place for a nice cup of coffee.

- Café Dépôt
http://www.cafedepot.ca/
Over 20 locations in and around Downtown Montreal

- Second Cup
http://www.secondcup.com/
3695 rue St-Laurent, Montréal, H2X 2V7, (514) 844-0347

900 avenue du Mont-Royal Est, Montréal, H2J 1X2, (514) 528-1717

1551 rue St-Denis, Montréal, H2X 3K3, (514) 843-7264

150 rue Notre-Dame EstMontréal, H2Y 3P6, (514) 866-5915

800 Victoria Square, Montréal, H4Z 1A1, (514) 395-4490

895 de la Gauchetière Ouest, Montréal, H3B 4G1, (514) 393-1250

1122 rue Ste-Catherine Ouest, Montréal, H3B 1H4, (514) 395-2983

400-2200 avenue McGill Collège, Montréal, H3A 3L3, (514) 843-4567

There are plenty of other locations. . .

Good Value (More bang for your buck/euro/pound/yada yada yada)

***- Restaurant L’Académie (French & Italian) BYOW
http://www.lacademie.ca/

St-Denis: 4051 St-Denis, Montréal, H2W 2M7, (514) 849-2249

Crescent: 2100 Crescent, Montréal, H3G 2B8, (514) 664-4455

L: 25$-35$ D: 40$-50$

- Casa Grecque (Greek & International) BYOW
http://www.casagrecque.ca/
200 Rue Prince-Arthur Est Montréal, QC H2X 1B9, (514) 842-6098

L: 25$-30$ D: 40$-50$

***- L’Avenue (North American)
922 avenue du Mont-Royal Est, Montréal, H2J 1X2, (514) 523-8780

L: 20$-30$ D: 40$-60$

Funky place with good food! Check out the restrooms!

***- La Cage aux Sports (North American & International)
http://www.cage.ca/
395, rue Le Moyne, Montréal, H2Y 1Y5, (514) 288-1115

1437, boul. René-Lévesque Ouest, Montréal, H3G 1T7, (514) 878-2243

L: 25$ D: 40$

Unpretentious sports restaurant. Good place to hang out, grab a bite and a cold beer.

***- Boccacinos (North American & Italian)
http://www.boccacinos.com/
1251 McGill College, Montréal, H3B 2Y4, (514) 861-5742

B: 20$ L: 30$ D: 45$

- M:BRGR (Hamburgers)
http://www.mbrgr.com/
2025 rue Drummond, Montréal, H3G 1W6, (514) 906-2747

L: 25$ D: 50$

- Tim Horton’s
http://www.timhortons.com/
895 Rue de la Gauchetiere Ouest, Montréal, H3B 4G1, (514) 398-9253

605 Boul René Levesque Ouest, Montréal, (514) 395-1207

2081 Rue Guy, Montréal, H3H 2L9, (514) 935-1942

4006 Rue St-Denis, Montréal, (514) 843-5788

48 Rue Notre-Dame Est, Montréal, (514) 875-4540

Every foreign intern we ever had swore by this place. Good place for a quick breakfast or lunch, if only to eat at the restaurant that nearly drove Dunkin' Donuts out of business in this country!

Italian

***- Misto
http://www.restomisto.com/
929 avenue Du Mont-Royal Est, Montreal, H2J 1X3, (514) 526-5043

L: 40$ D: 80$

***- Sofia
http://www.sofiagrill.com/
3600 St Laurent, Montréal, H2X 2V4, (514) 284-0092

D: 70$

***- Buonanotte
http://www.buonanotte.com/
3518 St Laurent, Montréal, H2X 2V1, (514) 848-0644

L: 40$ D: 80$

You might see Jay-Z or another celebrity!

- Primo et Secondo
7023, St Dominique, Montréal, H2S 3B6, (514) 908-0838

L: 65$ D: 120$

***- Weinstein and Gavino’s
http://www.wiensteinandgavinos.com/
1434, rue Crescent, Montréal, H3G 2B6, (514) 288-2231

L: 40$ D: 70$

French

***- M sur Masson (Bistro)
http://www.msurmasson.com/
2876 rue Masson, Montreal, H1Y 1W9, (514) 678-2999

L: 40$ D: 90$

- Bistro Cogagne
http://www.bistro-cocagne.com/
3842 rue Saint-Denis, Montreal, H2W 2M2, (514) 286-0700

D: 70$

- Le Margaux (Bistro)
http://www.lemargaux.com/
5058 avenue du parc, Montréal, H2V 4G1, (514) 448-1598

L: 35$ D: 80$

***- Laurie Raphaël Montréal
http://www.laurieraphael.com/
2050, rue Mansfield, Montréal, H3A 1Y9, (514) 985-6072

L: 50$ D: 120$

***- Les Trois Petits Bouchons (Bistro)
http://www.lestroispetitsbouchons.com/
4669 rue Saint-Denis, Montréal, H2J 2L5, (514) 285-4444

D: 70$

- Ariel
http://www.arielrestaurant.com/
2072 Drummond, Montreal, H3G 1W9, (514) 282-9790

L: 50$ D: 100$

- Alexandre et Fils
http://www.chezalexandre.com/
1454 rue Peel, Montréal, H3A 1S8, (514) 288-5105

L: 50$ D: 80$

***- L’Express
3927, rue St-Denis, Montréal, H2W 2M4, (514) 845-5333
L: 60$ D: 90$

- Europea
http://www.europea.ca/
1227 Rue de la Montagne, Montreal, H3G 1Z2, (514) 398-9229

L: 60$ D: 100$

***- Au 5e Péché
http://www.aucinquiemepeche.com/
330 avenue du Mont-Royal Est, Montréal, H2T 1P7, (514) 286-0123

L: 40$ D: 90$

Québec (Nouvelle Cuisine)

- Chez L’Épicier
http://www.chezlepicier.com/
311 Rue Saint-Paul Est, Montréal, H2Y 1H3, (514) 878-2232

L: 50$ D: 70$

North American

- Bistro L’Aromate
http://www.laromate.com/
1410 rue Peel, Montréal, H3A 1S8, (514) 847-9005

L: 40$ D: 70$

***- Rosalie
http://www.rosalierestaurant.com/
1232 rue de la Montagne, Montréal, H3G 1Z1, (514) 392-1970

L: 70$ D: 120$

***- Toqué
http://www.restaurant-toque.com/
900 Place Jean-Paul-Riopelle, Montréal, H2Z 2B2, (514) 499-2084

D:180$

***- Globe
http://www.restaurantglobe.com/
3455 St Laurent, Montréal, H2X 2T6, (514) 284-3823
D: 110$

- Newtown
1476 rue Crescent, Montréal, H3G 2B6, (514) 284-6555

L: 30$ D: 100$

***- Bâton Rouge
http://www.batonrougerestaurants.com/
1050 rue de la Montagne, Montréal, H3G1Y8, (514) 931-9969

L: 30$ D: 60$

- Kitchen Galerie
http://www.kitchengalerie.com/
60 rue Jean-Talon Est, Montréal, H2R 1S5, (514) 315-8994

D: 80$

***- Café Titanic
http://www.titanic-mtl.ca/
445 rue St-Pierre, Montréal, H2Y 2M8, (514) 849-0894

L: 30$

Steakhouse

***- Queue de Cheval
http://www.queuedecheval.com/
1221 blvd René-Lévesque ouest, Montréal, H3G 1T1, (514) 390-0090

L: 100$ D: 180$

- The Keg
http://fr.kegsteakhouse.com/
25 Rue St. Paul Est, Montreal, H2Y1G2, (514) 871-9093

D: 60$-80$

- Moishes
http://www.moishessteakhouse.com/
3961 St-Laurent, Montréal, H2W 1Y4, (514) 845-3509
L: 50$ D: 150$

***- Vargas
http://www.vargas.ca/
690, boul. René-Lévesque, Montréal, Québec, H3B 3A5, (514) 875-4545

L: 50$ D: 110$

Indian

***- Mysore
4216 St-Laurent, Montréal, H2W 1Z3, (514) 844-4733

L: 20$ D: 45$

- Bombay
1723 rue St-Denis, Montréal, H2X 3K4, (514) 845-8080

L: 25$ D: 50$

- Devi
http://www.devimontreal.com/
1450 rue Crescent, Montréal, H3G 2B6, (514) 286-0303

L: 45$ D: 65$

- Le Taj
http://www.restaurantletaj.com/
2077 rue Stanley, Montréal, H3A 1R7, (514) 845-9015

L: 25$ D: 60$

Sushi

- Maiko Sushi
http://www.maiko-sushi.com/
387 rue Bernard Ouest, Montréal, QC H2V 1T6, (514) 490-1225

L: 30$ D: 80$

***- Mikado
http://www.mikadomontreal.com/
399, av. Laurier Ouest, Montréal, H2V 2K3, (514) 279-4809

L: 40$ D: 80$

1731 rue St-Denis, Montreal, H2X 3K4, (514) 844-5705

D: 80$

Vietnamese

- Feuille de Menthe (BYOW)
5136 avenue du Parc, Montréal, H2V 4G5, (514) 272-1477

L: 20$ D: 60$

***- Tay Do (BYOW)
300 avenue Duluth Est, Montréal, H2W 1H9, (514) 281-6788

L: 20$ D: 50$

Thai

***- Restaurant Thaïlande
http://restaurantthailande.com/
88 rue Bernard Ouest, Montréal, H2T 2J8, (514) 271-6733

L: 30$ D: 70$

- Chuchai (BYOW)
http://www.chuchai.com/
4088 rue Saint-Denis, Montréal, H2W 2M5, (514) 843-4194

L: 25$ D: 50$

- Phayathai
1235 rue Guy, Montréal, H3H 2K5, (514) 933-9949

L: 25$ D: 55$

Chinese

***- Mei Le Café Chinois
5309 boulevard Saint-Laurent, Montréal, H2T 1S5, (514) 271-5945

L: 25$ D: 45$

- Lotté Furama
http://lottefuramamontreal.ca/
1115 Rue Clark, Montréal, H2Z, (514) 393-3388

L: 30$ D: 30$

- La Maison Kam Fung
http://www.restaurantlamaisonkamfung.com/
1111 rue Saint-Urbain, Montréal, H2Z 1Y6, (514) 878-2888

L: 30$ D: 50$

International

- Madre (Latin America)
http://www.restaurantmadre.com/
2931 rue Masson, Montréal, H1Y 1X5, (514) 315-7932

D: 80$

-Rotisserie Panama (Greek)
http://www.rotisseriepanama.com/
789, rue Jean-Talon Ouest, Montréal, H3N 1S3, (514) 276-5223

L: 30$ D: 80$

- Milos (Greek)
http://www.milos.ca/
5357 avenue du Parc, Montréal, H2V 4G9, (514) 272-3522

L: 45$ D: 160$

- Ouzeri (Greek)
4690 rue St-Denis Montréal, H2J2L3, (514) 845-1336

L: 25$ D: 50$

***- Stash Café (Polish)
http://www.stashcafe.com/
200 rue Saint-Paul Ouest, Montréal, H2Y 1Z9, (514) 845-6611

L: 30$ D: 60$

- Au Tarot (North Africa)
http://www.restaurantautarot.ca/
500 rue Marie-Anne Est, Montréal, H2J 2A3, (514) 849-6860

D: 70$

- La Khaïma (African, Mauritanian)
142 avenue Fairmount Ouest, Montreal, H2T 2M5, (514) 948-9993

L: 20$ D: 40$

- Le Canard Rouge (Chilean, Argentinian)
2150 rue Rachel Est, Montréal, H2H 1R2, (514) 529-8686

L: 15$ D: 40$

- Senzala (Brazilian)
177 rue Bernard Ouest, Montréal, H2T 2K3, (514) 274-1464
L: 25$ D: 60$

- Casa Minhota (Portuguese)
3959 rue St-Laurent, Montréal, H2W 1Y4, (514) 842-2661

L: 30$ D: 60$

***- Chez Doval (Portuguese)
http://www.chezdoval.com/
150 rue Marie-Anne Est, Montréal, H2W 1A5, (514) 843-3390

L: 20$ D: 40$

***- Chez le Portugais (Portuguese)
http://www.chezleportugais.com/
4134 boulevard Saint-Laurent, Montréal, H2W 1Y8, (514) 849-0550

L: 30$ D: 45$

- Casa Tapas (Spanish)
http://www.casatapas.com/
266 rue Rachel Est, Montréal, H2W 1E6, (514) 848-1063

D: 75$

***- Le Petit Alep (Armenian and Syrian)
191 rue Jean-Talon Est, Montréal, H2R 1S8, (514) 270-9361

L: 20$ D: 40$

- Byblos Le Petit Café (Persian, Iranian, Middle Eastern)
1499 avenue Laurier Est, Montréal, H2J 1H8, (514) 523-9396

L: 30$ D: 45

***- Khyber Pass (Afghan, Middle Eastern) BYOW
http://66.49.138.201/
506 avenue Duluth Est, Montréal, H2L 1A7, (514) 849-1775

D: 55$

Poutine

- La Banquise
http://www.restolabanquise.com/
994 rue Rachel Est, Montréal, H2J 2J3, (514) 525-2415

- Fameux Viande fumée et charcuterie
4500 rue St-Denis, Montréal, H2J 2L3, (514) 845-8732

- La Belle Province
1604 avenue du Mont-Royal Est, Montréal, H2J 1Z2, (514) 527-5505

Smoked Meat

***- Schwartz’s
http://www.schwartzsdeli.com/
3901A boulevard Saint-Laurent, Montréal, H2W 1X9, (514) 845-9592

When busloads of tourists rub elbows with locals, you know this place is special!

Chocolate and Dessert

***- Juliette et Chocolat
1615 rue St-Denis, Montréal, H2X 3K3, (514) 287-3555

377 avenue Laurier Ouest, Montréal, H2V 2K3, (514) 510-5651

Quote of the Day  

Posted by Patrick

Envy is the religion of the mediocre. It comforts them, it soothes their worries, and finally it rots their souls, allowing them to justify their meanness and their greed until they believe these to be virtues. Such people are convinced that the doors of heaven will be opened only to poor wretches like themselves who go through life without leaving any trace bu their threadbare attempts to belittle others and to exclude -- and destroy if possible -- those who, by the simple fact of their existence, show up their own poorness of spirit, mind, and guts. Blessed be the one at whom the fools bark, because his soul will never belong to them.


My inexplicable good fortune was attributed to Pedro Vidal, to the ignorance and stupidity of our readers, and to the widely held national belief that achieving any measure of success in any profession was irrefutable proof of one's lack of skill or merit.

- CARLOS RUIZ ZAFÓN, The Angel's Game (Canada, USA, Europe)

The second quote holds quite true for most people living in Québec as well. . .

R. Scott Bakker video interview  

Posted by Patrick





Very interesting video interview with the author at a con in Zagreb, Croatia.

Check it out! And be sure to read Bakker's The Judging Eye (Canada, USA, Europe), if you haven't done so already!

New Poll: What scifi novel should I read next?  

Posted by Patrick

There are plenty of science fiction yarns lying around various shelves, sadly unread as of yet. And yes, to my shame, from top scifi authors to boot. Too many, if I'm honest. . .

With this latest survey, you guys will help me select which of these popular and critically acclaimed author I should read next. Here are the nominees:



- In Conquest Born by C. S. Friedman (Canada, USA, Europe)



- Prador Moon by Neal Asher (Canada, USA, Europe)



- The Reality Dysfunction by Peter F. Hamilton (Canada, USA, Europe)



- Chasm City by Alastair Reynolds (Canada, USA, Europe)



- Consider Phlebas by Iain M. Banks (Canada, USA, Europe)

Each novel is part of a vaster, more ambitious saga. I figure I can't go wrong with any of these selections, but feel free to chime in on what I should go for and why. For those who, like me, have yet to give these scifi/space opera series, you know what to do!;-)

This week's New York Times' Bestsellers (June 30th)  

Posted by Patrick

In hardcover:


Carlos Ruiz Zafón's The Angel's Game debuts at number 3. For more info about this title: Canada, USA, Europe.

Laurell K. Hamilton's Skin Trade is down five positions, ending its third week at number 11.

Charlaine Harris' Dead and Gone is down one spot, finishing its seventh week on the charts at number 13.

Stephenie Meyer's The Host is down four positions, ending the week at number 17.

Guillermo Del Toro & Chuck Hogan's The Strain is down five spots, finishing its third week on the NYT list at number 22. For more info about this title: Canada, USA, Europe.

In paperback:

Jane Austen and Seth Grahame-Smith's Pride and Prejudice and Zombies maintains its position, finishing its 12th week on the prestigious list at number 4.

Carlos Ruiz Zafón's The Shadow of the Wind makes a return at number 21. For more info about this title: Canada, USA, Europe.

Laurell K. Hamilton's Blood Noir is up two positions, ending its fourth week on the charts at number 31.

Charlaine Harris' eight Sookie Stackhouse novels are on the paperback bestseller list, ranking from number 2 to number 24.

Win a copy of STRANGE BREW edited by P. N. Elrod  

Posted by Patrick


I'm giving away my review copy of this anthology edited by P. N. Elrod. Strange Brew contains short stories by bestselling urban fantasy/paranormal romance authors such as Patricia Briggs, Jim Butcher, Rachel Caine, Karen Chance, P. N. Elrod, Charlaine Harris, Faith Hunter, Caitlin Kittredge, and Jenna Maclaine. For more info about this title: Canada, USA, Europe.

Here's the blurb:

Today’s hottest urban fantasy authors come together in this delicious brew that crackles and boils over with tales of powerful witches and dark magic!

In Charlaine Harris’ “Bacon,” a beautiful vampire joins forces with a witch from an ancient line to find out who killed her beloved husband. In “Seeing Eye” by Patricia Briggs, a blind witch helps sexy werewolf Tom Franklin find his missing brother—and helps him in more ways than either of them ever suspected. And in Jim Butcher’s “Last Call,” wizard Harry Dresden takes on the darkest of dark powers—the ones who dare to mess with this favorite beer.

For anyone who’s ever wondered what lies beyond the limits of reality, who’s imagined the secret spaces where witches wield fearsome magic, come and drink deep. Let yourself fall under the spell of this bewitching collection!

The rules are the same as usual. You need to send an email at reviews@(no-spam)gryphonwood.net with the header "BREW." Remember to remove the "no spam" thingy.

Second, your email must contain your full mailing address (that's snail mail!), otherwise your message will be deleted.

Lastly, multiple entries will disqualify whoever sends them. And please include your screen name and the message boards that you frequent using it, if you do hang out on a particular MB.

Good luck to all the participants!

Quote of the Day  

Posted by Patrick

Generally speaking, people useless at everything else become academics.


- BUGG, in Steven Erikson's Dust of Dreams (Canada, USA, Europe).

Daniel Abraham contest winners!  

Posted by Patrick

Thanks to the author's generosity, these five winners will receive a complimentary copy of The Price of Spring. For more info about this title: Canada, USA, Europe.


The winners are:

- Bob Kruple, from Northport, New York, USA (The Evil Hat on asoiaf.westeros.org)

- Alex Wolfe, from Scottsbluff, Nebraska, USA

- David Knott, from Glenwood Springs, Colorado, USA

- Shane O'Neil, from Lewisville, Texas, USA (Kazz Wylde on sffworld.com)

- Carolyn McClenahan, from Bellevue, Washington, USA

Thanks to all the participants!