Tongues of Serpents


Given the fact that after reading Victory of Eagles I felt that the series appeared to be losing a little steam, I was curious to see if this sixth installment in the Temeraire series would be a return to form. The books are becoming formulaic and episodic in style and tone, and I for one was hoping for a throwback to the first four volumes.

And though my expectations were not that high based on its predecessor, it saddens me to report that Tongues of Serpents was a lackluster effort leaving a lot to be desired. After revitalizing the genre with such originality, Naomi Novik's latest work does very little to further the plot of the main story arc.

Here's the blurb:

A dazzling blend of military history, high-flying fantasy, and edge-of-your-seat adventure, Naomi Novik’s Temeraire novels, set in an alternate Napoleonic era in which intelligent dragons have been harnessed as weapons of war, are more than just perennial bestsellers—they are a worldwide phenomenon. Now, in Tongues of Serpents, Naomi Novik is back, along with the dragon Temeraire and his rider and friend, Capt. Will Laurence.

Convicted of treason despite their heroic defense against Napoleon’s invasion of England, Temeraire and Laurence—stripped of rank and standing—have been transported to the prison colony at New South Wales in distant Australia, where, it is hoped, they cannot further corrupt the British Aerial Corps with their dangerous notions of liberty for dragons. Temeraire and Laurence carry with them three dragon eggs intended to help establish a covert in the colony and destined to be handed over to such second-rate, undesirable officers as have been willing to accept so remote an assignment—including one former acquaintance, Captain Rankin, whose cruelty once cost a dragon its life.

Nor is this the greatest difficulty that confronts the exiled dragon and rider: Instead of leaving behind all the political entanglements and corruptions of the war, Laurence and Temeraire have instead sailed into a hornet’s nest of fresh complications. For the colony at New South Wales has been thrown into turmoil after the overthrow of the military governor, one William Bligh—better known as Captain Bligh, late of HMS Bounty. Bligh wastes no time in attempting to enlist Temeraire and Laurence to restore him to office, while the upstart masters of the colony are equally determined that the new arrivals should not upset a balance of power precariously tipped in their favor.

Eager to escape this political quagmire, Laurence and Temeraire take on a mission to find a way through the forbidding Blue Mountains and into the interior of Australia. But when one of the dragon eggs is stolen from Temeraire, the surveying expedition becomes a desperate race to recover it in time—a race that leads to a shocking discovery and a dangerous new obstacle in the global war between Britain and Napoleon.

The principal problem with Tongues of Serpents is that there was evidently not enough material to fill an entire novel. And though the book weighs in at a scrawny 288 pages, nearly a third of it is just filler material that adds nothing to the story. I feel that both Victory of Eagles and Tongues of Serpent could have been combined into a single work. As seperate entities, they are by far the least impressive books in the series, though the former has a lot more to offer.

With an unmistable historian's eye for details, Novik's depiction of Australia made for an evocative narrative. Unfortunately, the better part of the novel is an uninspired travelogue chronicling Laurence and Temeraire's journey across the country. In the past, I've always loved the author's depiction of the various locales the characters visited. Yet discoveries and revelations kept the plot moving, enticing you to keep on reading and find out what happens next. Paper-thin plotlines preclude the same sort of satisfying reading experience with Tongues of Serpents. Sure, a number of secrets are revealed, but somehow it all feels like some kind of interlude, with the story to be continued in forthcoming books.

I don't know if it's because the short story "Seven Years from Home" in the Warriors anthology showed us Naomi Novik's grittier side, but this time around I couldn't really get into the heretofore engaging relationship between Temeraire and Laurence. The cuteness even became annoying at times. The only truly interesting character was Tharkay.

I've heard that the next volume will be the first installment of a three-book cycle that should bring the series to a close. Let's hope that it's the case, for the proliferation of sequels whose pertinence seems questionable is something I can't abide. There are more than enough existing storylines to build on to bring back what made the Temeraire books so fun and entertaining. Quite a lot seems to be occurring "off stage" in this book, so let's hope that future Temeraire novels will recapture that little something that made us fall in love with the series in the first place.

Should you buy it in hardcover? To be honest, what little you get out of Tongues of Serpents just isn't worth 25$ in hardcover. I would suggest to wait for the paperback edition. . .

Considering the quality of its predecessors, Tongues of Serpents fails miserably to live up to expectations. All in all, a disappointment. This coming from a reader who's been a fan of the series from the very start. . .

The final verdict: 6.75/10

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

Mark Charan Newton contest winners!

Each of our five winners will get their hands on a copy of Mark Charan Newton's City of Ruin, compliments of the cool folks at Pan MacMillan. For more info about this title: Canada, USA, Europe.

The winners are:

- Harry Giovanopoulos, from Athens, Greece

- Vid Fras, from Kobilje, Slovenia

- Eric M. Edwards, from Potters Bar, Hertfordshire, UK

- Mate Nemes, from Gyor, Hungary (nemesm at sffworld.com)

- Hrvoje Kruljac, from Slavonski Brod, Croatia

Many thanks to all the participants!

This week's New York Times Bestsellers (May 18th)

In hardcover:

Charlaine Harris' Dead in the Family debuts at number 1. For more info about this title: Canada, USA, Europe.

Seth Grahame-Smith's Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter maintains its position at number 22. For more info about this title: Canada, USA, Europe.

Jim Butcher's Changes is down thirteen positions, ending the week at number 26. For more info about this title: Canada, USA, Europe.

Patricia Brigg's Silver Borne is down four spots, finishing the week at number 27.

In paperback:

Stephenie Meyer's The Host is down two positions, ending the week at number 7 (trade paperback).

Charlaine Harris' Dead and Gone is up seven positions, ending the week at number 8.

Jack Campbell's The Lost Fleet: Victorious is down eighteen spots, finishing the week at number 28.

Last chance!

Just wanted to remind you that the fundraiser for the American Cancer Society ends tonight at midnight. Till then, Subterranean Press will donate 10% of the cover price of each copy sold to this important cause.

So if you have 20$ to spare and wish to help make a difference, you can pre-order a copy of the Speculative Horizons anthology, edited by Yours Truly!

Here's the blurb:

Speculative fiction is wide in scope and styles, and Speculative Horizons showcases the talent and storytelling skills of five of the genre’s most imaginative voices:

In C. S. Friedman’s “Soul Mate,” it’s love at first sight for Josie at the arts and crafts festival when she meets the handsome Stephan Mayeaux. It all sounds too good to be true until her newfound boyfriend starts to act strangely and unexplained occurrences begin to take place around her.

In Tobias S. Buckell’s “The Eve of the Fall of Habesh,” contragnartii Jazim must carry out one final assignment before the armies of the Sea People lay waste to the city he loves.

L. E. Modesitt, Jr. returns to the universe of his bestselling Recluce saga in “The Stranger.” A young herder’s existence will be forever changed by the unexpected arrival of the black-clad man recounting tales of angels living on the summit of the Roof of the World.

In “Flint,” Brian Ruckley introduces us to a young and inexperienced shaman who must venture into the spirit world to discover the source of the sickness which afflicts his tribe before they are all wiped out.

Talk to any cop working for Homicide, Narcotics, or Vice, and they’ll tell you that they get the worst cases imaginable. But in Hal Duncan’s “The Death of a Love,” you realize that they have nothing on Erocide.

Check out the Subpress website for more info.

UK cover art for Tad Williams' SHADOWHEART


I have Tad Williams' Shadowrise (Canada, USA, Europe) on the pile, awaiting my attention. And here is the UK cover art for the last volume of the series, Shadowheart (Canada, USA, Europe).

If you haven't purchased Shadowrise yet, I just discovered that you can get it at 64% off on Amazon.com via the link above. Now that's a bargain!

Musical Interlude




This tune is so cool! A nice way to start your day!

Win an Advance Reading Copy of Peter F. Hamilton's THE EVOLUTIONARY VOID



Since I received two ARCs of Peter F. Hamilton's The Evolutionary Void in the mail this week, I'm giving one away to a lucky winner! For more info about this title: Canada, USA, Europe.

Here's the blurb:

Peter F. Hamilton's startling perspectives on tomorrow's technological and cultural trends span vast tracts of space and time; his stories are as compelling as they are epic in scope, and yet they are always grounded in characters - human, alien and other - who, for all their strangeness, still touch our hearts and fire our imaginations. Now, in The Evolutionary Void, Hamilton concludes the highly acclaimed Commonwealth saga that has unfolded in The Dreaming Void and The Temporal Void.

Having finally mastered his astonishing psychic abilities and how to harness the power of the city itself, Edeard is dismayed to find that life in Makkathran is as challenging and dangerous as ever. No matter what he does, there always seem to be threats to quash and unrest to settle. Although he knows he can eventually rid the city of corruption and anarchy, he is coming to understand that he himself will have to pay a terrible price for Makkathran's peace and liberty.

Inspired by their shared vision of Edeard's story, millions of Living Dream pilgrims embark on their gigantic, ultradrive ships, heading towards a new and perfectible life within the Void that lies at the centre of the galaxy. Their arrival will trigger a super-massive expansion of the Void which will devour everything in its path - ultimately the galaxy itself - and, for those of the Greater Commonwealth who would stop the pilgrimage, time is running out.

On the run from planet to planet, pursued by every Commonwealth faction, Second Dreamer Araminta realizes she can no longer flee her destiny and chooses a course of action that will not only confound Living Dream but also will transform her in a way no one could have expected.

Unable to deliver the Second Dreamer to the Commonwealth's ruthless field operative, the legendary Paula Myo, a desperate Oscar Monroe brings together a team of players who may just be able to stop Living Dream's pilgrimage. Unfortunately his plan includes the genius recluse Ozzie, who has no intention of embarking on any kind of mission to save the galaxy - besides, Ozzie is not quite the man he used to be... if he is a man at all.

The Accelerator faction, intent on supporting the pilgrimage so that it can gain access to the technology behind the Void, finally activates its mysterious swarm with disastrous political and military consequences for the Commonwealth. This leaves the Delivery Man, a one-time faction agent with devastating firepower at his disposal, teamed up with an unlikely ally as he frantically tries to limit the damage. Together with his new partner he travels to an alien world which has abandoned evolution in favour of fate, hoping to find a solution.

Then there is Gore Burnelli, one of the oldest, most influential humans left from the pre-Commonwealth era who claims to know much more than he is letting on and perhaps knows just enough to save the galaxy - if he can outwit Ilanthe, the driving force behind the Accelerator faction. But Ilanthe has the Cat on her side, and that can only mean big trouble for anyone who gets in her way.

The Evolutionary Void will leave no reader in doubt as to why Peter F. Hamilton is Britain's number one bestselling SF Novelist.

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

Malazan news


Some people have been speculating about the possibility for the cover art for Steven Erikson's The Crippled God (Canada, Europe) to make an appearance in the paperback edition of Dust of Dreams (Canada, USA, Europe). Heard back from Simon Taylor, Erikson's editor, and there is no artwork yet. And The Crippled God is now officially going to be released in January 2011.

The good news is that Ian Cameron Esslemont's Stonewielder (Canada, USA, Europe) is being copyedited as I type this, which means that the fall 2010 pub date appears to be a safe bet.

Though it's not supposed to be set in the Malazan universe, there is a reference to Aren steel in "Goats of Glory", one of the short stories comprising Swords & Dark Magic, edited by Lou Anders and Jonathan Strahan (Canada, USA, Europe).

No word yet on the Subterranean Press limited edition of Steven Erikson's Deadhouse Gates. . .

Jacqueline Carey contest winner!

Thanks to the generosity of the folks at Grand Central Publishing, this lucky lady will receive a prize pack which includes:

- Naamah's Kiss (Canada, USA, Europe)
- Kushiel's Scion (Canada, USA, Europe)
- Kushiel's Justice (Canada, USA, Europe)
- Kushiel's Mercy (Canada, USA, Europe)

The winner is:

- Emily Lamparski, from Mesa, Arizona, USA

Many thanks to all the participants!

Quote of the Day

Garrison duty is all that. The hardest work I've got to do is to weasel One-Eye into using his curative on guys who come in with the clap.

- CROAKER, in Glen Cook's "Tides Elba", part of the Swords & Dark Magic anthology (Canada, USA, Europe)

Finally!


Guess what showed up in the mail today!?! Yes, my own Advance Reading Copy of Speculative Horizons! After working on this anthology for nearly two years, it was great to finally hold the book in my hands!

By a bizarre twist of fate, UPS also dropped a package containing the signature sheets for the limited edition. So I have 200+ sheets to sign before passing them on to L. E. Modesitt, jr.

Subterranean Press will donate 10% of the cover price for each copy sold (both the trade and the limited editions) till May 21st to the American Cancer Society, so time is of the essence if you wish to support this worthy cause. Check out the Subpress website for more info.

I would be remiss if I didn't use this opportunity to thank everyone who helped spread the word about the Speculative Horizons anthology on their blogs, message boards, websites, Twitter, Facebook, and more. Thank you from the bottom of my heart!=)

Quite a few bloggers have been asking me for ARCs for review purposes. I know that ARCs were distributed (the Fantasy Book Critic review confirms this), but I don't know who's on the Subpress mailing list and who's not. The folks at Subpress told me that there are a few left that could go to high traffic SFF blogs and websites, so feel free to get in touch with me if you want to get your hands on one. International bloggers can't get a hard copy due to expensive shipping rates, but we might be able to hook you up with a PDF version of the anthology. Again, get in touch with me for more information. . .

Remember, you have till Friday night to help make a difference. And you're getting a cool speculative fiction anthology to boot! It's a win-win situation!;-) So head on out to the Subterranean Press site to pre-order your copy today!

Win a copy of Matthew Stover and Robert E. Vardeman's GOD OF WAR


Got this one in the mail a few days back. Since I'm not going to read it, I figure that some of you might want to get their hands on a complimentary copy. So I'm giving away God of War by Matthew Stover and Robert E. Vardeman to one lucky winner! For more info about this title: Canada, USA, Europe.

Here's the blurb:

Offering deeper insights into the critically acclaimed God of War® franchise, this novel returns us to the dark world of ancient Greek mythology explored in the heart-pounding action of God of War I, the bestselling video game.

A brutal warrior, Kratos is a slave to the gods of Olympus. Plagued by the nightmares of his past and yearning for freedom, the Ghost of Sparta would do anything to be free of his debt to the gods. He is on the verge of losing all hope when the gods give him one last task to end his servitude.

He must destroy Ares, the god of war.

But what chance does a mere mortal have against a god? Armed with the deadly chained Blades of Chaos, guided by the goddess Athena, and driven by his own insatiable thirst for vengeance, Kratos seeks the only relic powerful enough to slay Ares . . . a quest that will take him deep into the mysterious temple borne by the Titan Cronos!

From the black depths of Hades to the war-torn city of Athens to the lost desert beyond, God of War sheds a brutal new light on the bestselling video game and on the legend of Kratos.

The rules are the same as usual. You need to send an email at reviews@(no-spam)gryphonwood.net with the header "GOD." 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 Healthy Dead



It is with great pleasure that I returned for more misadventures featuring my favorite necromancers and their manservant. Though I'm a huge fan of The Malazan Book of the Fallen, these Bauchelain and Korbal Broach novellas are refreshing and make for a thoroughly enjoyable reading experience.

Here's the blurb:

Things are going all too well in the city of Quaint. So well, in fact, that something has to be done. The zeal for goodness can be catastrophic, and no-one knows this better than Bauchelain and Korbal Broach, two stalwart champions of all things bad. For the innumerable citizens of Quaint, driven to neurotic distraction and overwhelmed with good living, desperation breeds nefarious bed-mates, and before long the two homicidal necromancers - and their beleaguered and substance-addled manservant, Emancipor Reese - find themselves ensnared in a scheme to bring goodness into disrepute, if not utter ruination. To Reese's bemusement, laudable motivations are, in a bizarre twist, uncharacteristically relevant to Master Bauchelain, although, of course, the payment of a chest filled with gold helps. Even so, sometimes, it turns out, one must bring down civilization... in the name of civilization.

As was the case with Blood Follows, the worldbuilding remains in the background throughout this novella. Still, it introduces readers to yet more locales, customs, and people, once again showing just how vast in scope the Malazan universe truly is. And although the format precludes going in depth into most of these new concepts, it does show just how rich in details Steven Erikson and Ian Cameron Esslemont's creation is. And how much of it is still left unexplored. . .

The still down-on-his luck Emancipor Reese found out the hard way that working for his new employers isn't always easy. So much so that he now requires a vast array of drugs to cope with the workload. His conversations with Bauchelain remain some of the funniest moments found within the pages of The Healthy Dead. A lot seems to have taken place between Blood Follows, The Lees of Laughter's End and this novella, and one can only hope that Erikson will one day reveal those juicy details.

The Healthy Dead is somewhat of a satire directed at those obsessed with healthy living. At times absurd and at times thoughtful, it will make you laugh out loud in several instances. The only problem is that one reaches the end too quickly. You can breeze through these novellas in no time, unfortunately.

I'm well aware that many Malazan fans, though interested in the novellas, could never afford these novellas. Indeed, each came with a rather hefty price tag, especially considering their small size. But now that Tor Books published an omnibus comprised of the first three in trade paperback format, anyone can afford to read them. And believe me, the Bauchelain and Korbal Broach novellas are worth it!

The final verdict: 7.5/10

For more info about this title: Canada, USA, Europe. The Healthy Dead is also collected in Bauchelain and Korbal Broach (Canada, USA, Europe)

2009 Nebula Awards


I'm very happy to report that Paolo Bacigalupi's excellent The Windup Girl has just won the 2009 Nebula Award for Best Novel. This was likely the very best science fiction book of last year, and I encourage everyone to give it a shot. For more info about this title: Canada, USA, Europe.

Here's the blurb:

Anderson Lake is a company man, AgriGen's Calorie Man in Thailand. Under cover as a factory manager, Anderson combs Bangkok's street markets in search of foodstuffs thought to be extinct, hoping to reap the bounty of history's lost calories. There, he encounters Emiko... Emiko is the Windup Girl, a strange and beautiful creature. One of the New People, Emiko is not human; instead, she is an engineered being, creche-grown and programmed to satisfy the decadent whims of a Kyoto businessman, but now abandoned to the streets of Bangkok. Regarded as soulless beings by some, devils by others, New People are slaves, soldiers, and toys of the rich in a chilling near future in which calorie companies rule the world, the oil age has passed, and the side effects of bio-engineered plagues run rampant across the globe.

What happens when calories become currency? What happens when bio-terrorism becomes a tool for corporate profits, when said bio-terrorism's genetic drift forces mankind to the cusp of post-human evolution? In The Windup Girl, award-winning author Paolo Bacigalupi returns to the world of "The Calorie Man" ( Theodore Sturgeon Memorial Award-winner, Hugo Award nominee, 2006) and "Yellow Card Man" (Hugo Award nominee, 2007) in order to address these poignant questions.

Follow this link for a complete list of the winners.

New China Miéville interview

There is a new Q&A with SFF author China Miéville on Scyfilove which took place during the recent Writing on the Wall festival in Liverpool.

He talked about his latest novel, Kraken (Canada, USA, Europe). When asked about a return to Bas-Lag, his response was:

“I’m certainly not bored of Bas-Lag or anything like that and it would be easy for me to go back there,” he said. “But the books I wrote about Bas Lag had an arc to them and matter a lot to me.

“I don’t want to undermine that, so my argument would be it would have to be a story that really needed to be in that setting."

You can read the full interview here.

Exclusive excerpt from Jacqueline Carey's NAAMAH'S CURSE


We posted a teaser last winter, but this time around Jacqueline Carey granted me permission to post a more substantial extract from the upcoming Naamah's Curse. For more info about this title: Canada, USA, Europe.

Only a few more weeks to go before you can read the entire book!

Enjoy!;-)
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Impossible as it may seem, I fell asleep amid the cattle.

I was tired beyond exhaustion, as tired in spirit as though I’d been drained almost to death, and as tired in body as though I’d climbed White Jade Mountain all over again. The presence of the cattle was warm and soothing, and the stone wall blocked the worst of the storm. There was nothing I could do for my horses until the storm passed.

And so I closed my weary eyes, thinking only to rest them a moment, and fell into a black pit of unconsciousness.

I awoke to a startled shout.

I opened my eyes to find calm morning light, and one of the young Tatar herdsmen staring at me. He loosed another shout when I opened my eyes, gripping his herder’s staff with both hands. The dog beside him planted its haunches on the frozen ground and wagged its tail, bright-eyed, its tongue lolling.

I shouted too, scrambling to my feet. The cattle on either side of me heaved themselves upright in their ungainly, rear-end first way.

The boy yelled questions at me, his voice high and fierce. More cattle milled between us. I shook my head and spread my hands helplessly, eyeing Ember amid the herd and wondering if I could get to the bow and quiver strapped to the saddle.

The boy hesitated, then turned and raced toward the felt dwellings now visible some thirty yards away, shouting all the while.

I hesitated, too.

I was alive, and so were my mounts. It looked as though most of the supplies loaded on Coal were intact.

But I had no tent, and it was ungodly cold. Snow dusted the frozen sod; not as much as I would have expected, but I supposed the fierce wind prevented it from accumulating. I sidled through the cattle and reached Ember’s side, unlashing my bow. My fingers had thawed just enough that I was able to string it.

More folk spilled out of the felt huts; men, women and children of all ages. I held the bow loosely in my left hand and plucked one arrow from the quiver without nocking it, trying to look calm. I didn’t want to present myself as an enemy, but I didn’t intend to appear an easy victim, either.

The Tatars fanned out as they approached, pointing and exclaiming to one another. I stood my ground uncertainly. A man of middle years whose coat and hat bore finer embroidery than the others beckoned to a young girl and spoke to her. She dashed back to the nearest hut, returning with a thick woolen blanket.

The man took it from her and began to push his way through the cattle toward me, holding out the blanket, uttering a sound such as one might make to soothe a fractious horse. “Ha, ha, ha!”

I eyed him, bow in hand, unable to determine whether he meant to offer the blanket to me or capture me in it.

He clucked his tongue, shaking the blanket at me in a way that could have been inviting or menacing. “Ha, ha!”

“I’m sorry!” I said aloud in the scholar’s tongue. “I don’t understand what you’re trying to do.”

One of the women said somewhat in a sharp tone. The adult Tatars argued amongst themselves. Wide-eyed children with round faces stared at me. I tried smiling at one, and he burst into tears.

Another woman emerged from the felt huts, walking slowly and carefully; in part because her pregnant belly strained against her long coat, and in part because she carried a small bowl of steaming liquid. She paused to dip her fingers in it, scattering droplets on the frozen earth.
All the Tatars murmured in approval.

The pregnant woman and the man with the blanket exchanged glances. He shrugged and stepped backward to let her pass him. She came toward me with those delicate little steps, smiling at me with weary sweetness. This time, the cattle moved out of the way of their own accord.

A few paces away from me, she raised the bowl to her lips and mimed drinking from it, then held it out to me. I paused, then slung my bow over my shoulder and returned the arrow I had drawn from my quiver. The pregnant woman nodded encouragingly. She cradled the bowl in one hand, pointed at it, then pointed at the ground, raising her eyebrows in question.

I felt foolish.

“Thank you,” I murmured, cupping my hands together in a gesture of gratitude. “I recognize an offer of hospitality. You do not need to treat me like a wild creature.”

She beamed, holding out the bowl with both hands.

I bowed in the Ch’in manner and came forward to accept it, taking it in both hands and lifting it to drink.

It was tea, hot and salty, rich with milk-fat. Another time and place, I might have found the taste repugnant. Here, it tasted like heaven. I meant to sip it politely. Instead, I downed the entire bowl.

The Tatars I had been so assiduously avoiding all made sounds of welcome and approval. Still beaming, the pregnant woman turned to her husband – as I later learned he was – and extended her hand for the woolen blanket. He gave it to her with an affectionate, rueful smile. She raised her brows at me once more, offering the blanket to me.

“Thank you,” I said a second time, accepting it with another bow and wrapping it around my shoulders.

She touched my sleeve, then touched my face, her fingertips gentle and inquisitive. I held still and let her. Her dark, angular eyes searched mine. At length, satisfied, she nodded, turned and said somewhat to the others. Her husband nodded and said somewhat more, making a firm gesture of dismissal.

With obvious reluctance, the others began to disperse, returning to their felt huts or setting about various chores.

The couple turned their attention back to me. The woman asked me a question, speaking as slowly and carefully as though to a very young child. I shook my head helplessly. After another exchange with her husband, she pointed toward the felt huts. She mimed eating and sleeping, first raising an imaginary spoon to her lips, then pressing her cheek against folded hands.

Given my fears, I was embarrassed by their kindness. “Thank you,” I said for the third time. “But I must tend to my mounts first.” I pointed to myself and then at Ember and Coal, still saddled and loaded amid the meandering cattle, then mimed awkwardly to indicate what I needed to do.

The man’s face cleared with understanding. He nodded in approval and called over the boy who had first discovered me. The boy went to work straightaway at unloading Coal’s packs, blowing on the frozen buckles to thaw them. With an elaborate series of gestures, the man indicated that the boy would unload the horses and carry my gear and supplies to the hut, then turn the horses loose to graze on the frozen plain. He finished by echoing his wife’s gesture with the imaginary spoon.

His wife didn’t wait for my reply. Grasping the fur-trimmed cuff of my sleeve, she tugged me firmly toward the encampment. Wrapped in a warm blanket and their generosity, I went willingly.

There were some two dozen of the felt huts, which I later learned to call gers, in the camp. At close range, they were much larger and more substantial than I had reckoned, and infinitely more sophisticated than the simple tent that the storm had snatched away from me, thick felt layered on dome-shaped lattices. All the gers faced south, with brightly painted wooden doors. Smoke drifted from a hole at the top of each dome.

My hostess led me to the ger with the most elaborately painted doorway, ushering me inside.

Warmth struck me; warmth, and the smell of the rich, salty tea she had brought me. There were thick woolen carpets woven with intricate designs covering the floor of the ger, keeping the cold of the frozen ground at bay. Overhead, the poles of the lattice framework radiated like the spokes of a great wagon-wheel. Beneath the smoke-hole, two pots simmered atop an iron stove. I inhaled deeply, letting the blanket slide from my shoulders. My hostess smiled and took the empty bowl from my hand, then said somewhat in a formal tone.

I bowed in response. Even if she couldn’t understand my words, it seemed important to speak them aloud. “May all the gods bless you for your hospitality and generosity, my lady.”

“Eh?” On the far side of the ger, a seated figure lifted a wizened face, cupping one ear. Her bright eyes squinted in a parchment map of wrinkled skin. With an effort, the oldest woman I’d ever seen in my life, older than Old Nemed of the Maghuin Dhonn, dragged herself to her feet and hobbled across the carpets.

My hostess offered her what sounded like a bemused explanation.

The old woman nodded absently, peering at me. She had to crane her neck since a hump atop her spine wouldn’t allow her to stand entirely straight. Licking her weathered lips, she essayed a question, starting and stopping several times, pausing to search her memory. At last she got it out, each syllable rusted and creaky. “Did I hear you speak the scholar’s tongue of Shuntian?”

I blinked in surprise. “Yes, Grandmother.”

“Thought so.” She poked me in the breast-bone with one gnarled finger, her eyes sharp and inquisitive. “Who are you? What are you? And why in the world are you here?”

My hostess glanced back and forth between us, perplexity on her kind face. A boy toddler wobbled over to clutch at her coat; another child, a young girl, sidled up behind her, peeking out at me.

“I am Moirin,” I said politely. “Moirin mac Fainche of the Maghuin Dhonn. And as to what that means and why I am here, I fear it is a very long story.”

“Oh, good.” The old woman doubled over and coughed deep in her chest, then straightened to the best of her abilities, dark eyes glinting at me in her wrinkled face. She yawned widely, covering her mouth to hide it. “And after I’ve finished my morning nap, you can tell it to me.” She turned to hobble away, offering one last comment over her shoulder. “And take your time about it, because it’s going to be a long winter.”

Adrian Tchaikovsky contest winner!

This lucky gal will get her hands on a full set of Adrian Tchaikovsky's Shadows of the Apt series, compliments of the nice folks at Pyr. The prize pack includes:

- Empire in Black and Gold (Canada, USA, Europe)
- Dragonfly Falling (Canada, USA, Europe)
- Blood of the Mantis (Canada, USA, Europe)

The winner is:

- Lisa Hronek, from Aurora, Ohio, USA

Many thanks to all the participants!

Coming Attractions


Hey guys,

Now that I'm officially flying away to Eastern Europe and the Balkans on June 12th, here's what I have on tap for the next couple of weeks. . .

Book Reviews

I'll be reviewing the two Malazan novellas by Steven Erikson I hadn't read yet, The Healthy Dead (Canada, USA, Europe) and Crack'd Pot Trail (Canada, USA, Europe) shortly.

I've also read Naomi Novik's latest Temeraire adventure, Tongues of Serpents (Canada, USA, Europe). So a book review should be posted prior to my departure.

Having enjoyed Stephen King's The Gunslinger (Canada, USA, Europe) a while back, I gave the sequel, The Drawing of the Three (Canada, USA, Europe), a shot. Almost done and I'm loving it!
I've got Ian McDonald's The Dervish House (Canada, USA, Europe) staring at me, and I don't think I'll be able to hold off much longer. Once I'm done with the King, I should immediately jump into this one.

I'll have to determine how many more books I can read before boarding that plane, but the remaining contenders include Jim Butcher's Grave Peril (Canada, USA, Europe), Swords & Dark Magic edited by Lou Anders and Jonathan Strahan (Canada, USA, Europe), and Jasper Kent's Thirteen Years Later (Canada, USA, Europe).

Since I won't be packing in as much beach time, and since I'll be staying at hostels instead of stylish guesthouses as was the case in Southeast Asia, I won't be spending as much time reading this time around. I'll probably be bringing three or four lightweight ARCs, just in case. Ian Tregillis' Bitter Seeds (Canada, USA, Europe) is a given. But I haven't decided what else to pack and bring along. Leviathan Wept and Other Stories by Daniel Abraham (Canada, USA, Europe, and Subpress) figures among my choices. So are L. E. Modesitt, jr.'s Imager's Challenge (Canada, USA, Europe), K. J. Parker's The Folding Knife (Canada, USA, Europe), Ian McDonald's Ares Express (Canada, USA, Europe), and China Miéville's Kraken (Canada, USA, Europe). We'll have to wait and see. . .

Interviews

The interview Adam, Larry, Ken, and I did with Brandon Sanderson last December should hopefully see the light in the near future. Brandon has already answered all the questions, but he wants to go through them again to make sure that he's happy with everything. And since working on Towers of Midnight keeps him rather busy, well we don't yet know when he'll get back to me with the final Q&A.

Excerpts

I have an extract from Jacqueline Carey's Naamah's Curse (Canada, USA, Europe) coming up this weekend, and another excerpt from Ian McDonald's The Dervish House coming up later this month. The same goes for Mark Charan Newton's City of Ruin (Canada, USA, Europe).

I was supposed to get an extract from Swords & Dark Magic (either from the Cook, Abercrombie, Erikson, or Lynch short stories), but it looks as though this one went down the crapper. I'll keep you posted if that changes. . . The same can be said of Ian Tregillis' Bitter Seeds. . .

Finally, one lucky winner will receive an Advance Reading Copy of Speculative Horizons (Subpress), edited by Yours Truly!

Giveaways

There will be contests for copies of Jacqueline Carey's Naamah's Curse and Ian McDonald's The Dervish House in the coming weeks. I have a few others in the pipeline, so stay tuned for more!

I'm sure I'm forgetting stuff, but that's about it in a nutshell.=)

RIP: Anonymous

I'm persuaded that by now you have discovered that anonymous comments have been disabled. Too bad, for most comments in the past came from people without a Google account. But a stupid dumbass from Slynt's board spammed the Hotlist a little over a week ago, so I had to step in. For those interested, it only takes a minute to register your email address and get a Google account. . .

Joe Abercrombie news


This from Abercrombie's blog:

Any of you who’ve spent time waiting for books to appear will know that the world of publishing can be a fickle business, and that publication dates are … let us say …malleable. Writing is not a precise science. There can be unforeseen problems. Revisions can take longer than expected. And that’s before you get into the whole arena of commercial considerations, of the time required for production, and distribution, and enthusing a sales force, and preparing an eager public, and yada yada yada. Until you have the book in your hands it’s wise not to take anything for granted.

So it is with great regret I have to inform you that, following a meeting with my editor and various whip-and-sword-wielding figures at Orion made from fire and shadow, we have decided, reluctantly, that we have to move the publication date of The Heroes.

But do not weep a river of tears quite yet, my friends, for the publication date is coming forward.

Yes, indeed, the UK hardcover of The Heroes will now be available on January 20th 2011, and not a moment before.

That's wonderful news! No word yet if the US edition, currently slated for March 7th 2011, will be moved forward as well. . .

I don't know whether to laugh or cry. . .


Well, move over George R. R. Martin, Terry Pratchett, and Neil Gaiman. There's a new sheriff in town. International supermodel Tyra Banks is writing a fantasy series. I kid you not. . .

You don't believe me, right? Just click on this link to learn more.

This from the press release:

Tyra Banks Presents MODELLAND…

Tyra Banks Launches MODELLAND under Bankable Books, the newly created division of Bankable Enterprises, which is also the parent company of Bankable Productions, Bankable Digital and Bankable Studios. Tyra Banks continues her mission to expand the definitions of beauty with a fantasy trilogy that will be published by Delacorte Press of Random House; the first book of the Modelland (pronounced Model Land) series will launch in summer 2011.

See below for an excerpt from the Delacorte press release and a quote from Tyra’s letter to her fans which is posted NOW at Tyra.com. For the full letter and for MODELLAND-inspired photos check out http://www.tyra.com/.../BANKABLE_BOOKS

Excerpt form Tyra’s Letter posted on Tyra.com:

“Modelland has always been a part of my mind and my heart. As you might know, I step into a bookstore and I shake (really!) because I love books so much. Ever since I was a kid, I couldn’t wait to pick up a new book and see what worlds the writers had created for me. I especially loved books with strong girls and women – you know, girls with guts, smarts and attitude – and then one day it came to me… MODELLAND! I’m getting it ready for you through my new division called Bankable Books and now I’m shaking for a different reason… I’m excited that you’ll be able to read about this magical world that’s been living in my dreams for so many years.”

Excerpt from Release – Tyra Banks Signs Multi-Book Deal with Delacorte Press:

Delacorte Press has acquired MODELLAND, the first novel in a three-book series written by international, entertainment, and media icon Tyra Banks, it was announced today by Beverly Horowitz, Vice-President and Publisher, Delacorte Press. Drawing from an area of expertise she is avidly passionate about, Tyra’s MODELLAND is the story of a teen girl in a make-believe society who finds herself competing for a way of life that's both hotly desired and woefully out of reach at an academy for Intoxibellas, the most exceptional models known to humankind. As the plot unfolds, readers will uncover lessons that are buried beneath the surface of this magical world. The premise of the 3-part fantasy series is deeply rooted in Tyra’s core mission of expanding the definitions of beauty. In MODELLAND, Tyra’s innate ability to connect with women on issues ranging from relationships to body image finds a natural extension to the page. MODELLAND will launch in summer 2011 and will be supported by a major national marketing and publicity campaign.

This marks the first fiction foray into publishing for Bankable Enterprises, which includes Bankable Productions, Bankable Digital and Bankable Studios – which serve as strategic platforms for the continued development of the MODELLAND series.

For all you speculative fiction authors toiling endlessly to produce original and thought-provoking novels and series and looking for some well-deserved respect and recognition, this will surely help. . .

This one's for Larry, methinks!:P