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$2.99 eBook Sale: March 2020

$2.99 eBook Sale: March 2020

Spring has sprung and that means new deals for March! Check out what Tor eBooks you can grab for $2.99 throughout the entire month below:

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Nicole Lee’s life is going nowhere. No family, no money, and stuck in a relationship with a thug named Bungie. But, after one of Bungie’s “deals” goes south, he and Nicole are whisked away by a mysterious moth-like humanoid to a strange ship called the Fyrantha. Once aboard, life on the ship seems too good to be true. However, she learned long ago that nothing comes without a catch. Nicole soon discovers that many different factions are vying for control of the Fyrantha, and she and her friends are merely pawns in a game beyond their control. But, she is tired of being used, and now Nicole is going to fight.

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Poster Placeholder of - 38Stealing Worlds by Karl Schroeder

Sura Neelin is on the run from her creditors, from her past, and her father’s murderers. She can’t get a job, she can’t get a place to live, she can’t even walk down the street: the total surveillance society that is mid-21st century America means that every camera and every pair of smart glasses is her enemy. But Sura might have a chance in the alternate reality of the games. Turns out, she has very valuable skills, and some very surprising friends.

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Placeholder of  -50The Iron Dragon’s Mother by Michael Swanwick

Caitlin of House Sans Merci is the young half-human pilot of a sentient mechanical dragon. Returning from her first soul-stealing raid, she discovers an unwanted hitchhiker. When Caitlin is framed for the murder of her brother, to save herself she must disappear into Industrialized Faerie, looking for the one person who can clear her. Unfortunately, the stakes are higher than she knows. Her deeds will change her world forever.

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Image Place holder  of - 86Empress of Forever by Max Gladstone

A wildly successful innovator to rival Steve Jobs or Elon Musk, Vivian Liao is prone to radical thinking, quick decision-making, and reckless action. On the eve of her greatest achievement, she tries to outrun people who are trying to steal her success.

In the chilly darkness of a Boston server farm, Viv sets her ultimate plan into motion. A terrifying instant later, Vivian Liao is catapulted through space and time to a far future where she confronts a destiny stranger and more deadly than she could ever imagine.

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GamechangerImage Placeholder of - 67 by L. X. Beckett

Rubi Whiting is a member of the Bounceback Generation. The first to be raised free of the troubles of the late twenty-first century. Now she works as a public defender to help troubled individuals with anti-social behavior. That’s how she met Luciano Pox. Luce is a firebrand and has made a name for himself as a naysayer. But there’s more to him than being a lightning rod for controversy. Rubi has to find out why the governments of the world want to bring Luce into custody, and why Luce is hell bent on stopping the recovery of the planet.

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The Sol Majestic by Ferrett Steinmetz

Kenna, an aspirational teen guru, wanders destitute across the stars as he tries to achieve his parents’ ambition to advise the celestial elite. Everything changes when Kenna wins a free dinner at The Sol Majestic, the galaxy’s most renowned restaurant, giving him access to the cosmos’s one-percent. His dream is jeopardized, however, when he learns his highly-publicized “free meal” risks putting The Sol Majestic into financial ruin. Kenna and a motley gang of newfound friends—including a teleporting celebrity chef, a trust-fund adrenaline junkie, an inept apprentice, and a brilliant mistress of disguise—must concoct an extravagant scheme to save everything they cherish.

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Excerpt: Stealing Worlds by Karl Schroeder

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Image Place holder  of - 66From Karl Schroeder, author of Lockstep, comes the near-future, science fiction, hacker’s heist, Stealing Worlds.

Sura Neelin is on the run from her creditors, from her past, and her father’s murderers. She can’t get a job, she can’t get a place to live, she can’t even walk down the street: the total surveillance society that is mid-21st century America means that every camera and every pair of smart glasses is her enemy.

But Sura might have a chance in the alternate reality of the games. People can disappear in the LARP game worlds, into the alternate economy of Notchcoin and blockchains. The people who build the games also program the surveillance networks—she just needs an introduction, and the skills to play.

Turns out, she has very valuable skills, and some very surprising friends.

Stealing Worlds by Karl Schroeder is on sale June 18th.

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On a warm night in June, Sura Neelin walks past the homes where her friends once lived, past her old high school and the corner store where she used to buy Popsicles. She turns down a gravel-surfaced alley canopied by black trees, and before she’s ready she’s standing in the backyard of her old house. She hesitates under its shadow, flashlight in one gloved hand, screwdriver in the other.

The cicadas are winding down, the sounds of traffic and police drones not so frequent this far from the main roads. She enters the backyard through the same old rickety fence that she used to use as a chalkboard. What light there is comes from neighbors’ windows peeking from behind silhouetted branches. She can smell but not see the grass, yet this yard is where she learned to walk, and her steps are sure as she makes her way to the back porch.

The screen door didn’t have a lock on it when she lived here, and it doesn’t now. It eases open and she pokes her head around the doorjamb. Right over there is where Nick McAllister kissed her, when they were scrunched hip to hip in Grandma’s orange beanbag chair. It had been hot weather like this. Dad used to keep cartons of beer stacked next to the window; Mom didn’t want the stuff cluttering up the kitchen.

There’s an Ikea shelving unit where the beanbag once sprawled. Sura straightens up, realizing she’s still got her feet on the porch steps. Afraid to commit. With a muttered curse she forces herself on; she knows where the boards creak on this floor, so she zigzags to the brick-framed kitchen door and puts out her hand to feel for its lock.

It’s been changed. But that’s what the screwdriver is for.

She jams it into the keyhole and bumps it with a practiced hand. The knob turns, she eases the back door open, and steps inside.

It smells like home.

And just like that she’s hit with a wave of memories from the first months after Mom died. Dad flew home, and they spent whole days cooking just to keep each other company. Those images lead to others, of birthday parties, late-night snacks, and that day the water sprayed out of the faucet and she couldn’t stop it, had to phone Dad and he’d told her, annoyed, about the cut-off valve under the sink.

She has no excuse for being here. She’s here on a rumor. Like as not she’ll get caught and things will get infinitely worse for her; but how much worse? They’re bad, sure, but bad like everybody’s life is bad. Debt bad. No future bad. Broken promises and bitterness bad. She can put up with that. She doesn’t know for certain that she’ll die if she walks away right now.

Sura takes a ragged breath, looks around herself, and sees that the kitchen’s been repainted. Even in the dark she can tell that the shade of sky blue is relentless. Mom would have hated it.

One more deep breath, measured now, and she moves to the dining room.

 

Everything was fine this morning.—Fine, that is, in the sense of only being fucked up in the usual ways. At ten o’clock Sura was out riding her bike, because jittery nerves and annoyance at being let go from yet another short-term contract had her pacing the kitchen. She was trying not to look at the bills—those made of paper that are piled on the table, and the many imminent cancellation notices piled up in her inbox.

She reassured herself that everybody is in this position. It’s even true, at least for those of her old friends who’ll still talk to her. The economy is roaring ahead, growth is up, and the GDP has never been higher; it’s just that nobody’s getting by.

The white slab of warehouse which was Sura’s last shit job is a couple of miles southwest of her apartment. “Forward warehousing” has finally come to Dayton: all round the city dozens of cars have rented out their trunks, which contain cigars and scotch and stuff. Every now and then one of these trunks will pop open, seemingly at random and often while the car is driving, and a drone carrying a bottle of Talisker’s or Oban will zip off at right angles, delivering the package to a waiting customer and justifying the company promise: Five minutes or it’s free.

Of course, the trunks need to be restocked, from slower drones that originate here. And while the public face of the operation is relentlessly high-tech, the warehouse is staffed with minimum-wage humans, mostly immigrants and kids fresh out of college, who are run off their feet. Sura wore a tracker badge because the fetchers’ movements are optimized to the second, like the drones’. If she stopped walking for a minute, they docked her pay. Longer than a minute and, well … here she was.

The bike took her through Hillcrest, a neighborhood she’s known since she was a kid. Everything looked fine on the surface, though with the city’s aggressive deroading program in full swing, half the streets are blocked off. Their asphalt has been torn up and grass and trees planted in its place. Still, the houses she passed seemed well-kept and delivery drones came and went. There’s money somewhere, for somebody.

She glided along winding paths past the beautiful homes, peeking through living room windows while calculating how far that last paycheck would get her and wondering what came next. The last of Mom’s savings have run out; her buffer is gone. Nobody who knows her will let her couch surf. Time to go online and hunt for some stranger who needs a roommate.

It’s six years since Mom died. The echoes of that still chase her, in the form of crushing debt and memories of Mom’s long slow decline. Toward the end Sura’s whole waking life was consumed with taking care of her. The trauma’s still with her but she’d go back to that time in a heartbeat because, despite the awfulness and the sense of them being abandoned both by the world and by Dad, her life had meaning. The tightly structured days, the narrow focus, the complete impossibility of going out; it all hurt. So many movies missed. Yet she’d kept Mom’s music playing for her right up until the last day.

She still listens to the old tunes, but the life behind them is gone.

The warehouse job felt like her last chance at a lot of things—income, purpose, some kind of dignity; with it blown sky-high, a long, dull period in her life seems to be ending. She’d put her head down and peddled harder but the anxieties built and built, chasing her like leaves in her wake. She wasn’t going to make it. In desperation, for the first time since Mom died Sura gave herself permission to reach back to a coping mechanism from before that time. She’d had a trick for dealing with shit once, an effective one. It’s been years since she used it because in the old days, it usually ended with her doing a B&E. Mom never knew, and in her last days, Sura had promised never to disappoint her. Still …

She calls this maneuver the fuck-you.

The bills, the dead-end jobs, the nervous exhaustion of living in a country that’s in a state of perpetual, low-grade civil war—all of these things nag and peck at her, all day, every day. Really, there was only one thing to say to all of it.

Fuck you.

She smiled. Yes, this is exactly what she needed.

Money problems: fuck you.

Nobody likes you: well, fuck you.

Dad’s an asshole, and Mom is dead: then, fuck you.

The rush of anger was exhilarating—but it’s just the primer. Now some old neglected engine caught, a power she’d built for herself as a kid in those many evenings spent in her room listening to Mom and Dad fight. Cycling down these familiar streets, canopied by green and awash in the roar of the cicadas, Sura shouted screw you to all the baggage of her life and kicked it overboard.

Her imagination broke free at last. Lifted by fantasy, she pictured herself rising to visit the treetops. She felt the tentative touch of millions of leaves as she turned and gyred above the maze. She looked down upon herself and from here it was plain she was being observed, but not by the neighborhood-watch drones. The cicadas were taking note of her, and the squirrels, skunks nesting under the porches, raccoons in the garages. Even the trees must feel her presence, as they breathed her exhalations. None were spies for some dark extractive power. Rather, she moved in the embrace of her neighbors and friends, a family she’d been born into.

She glimpsed it then, the web of exchanges holding this family together. True, the flowers traded their nectar, there were markets in the bushes, but there were also gifts being bestowed, such as the oxygen sighing from the leaves, the flows of nutrients in the ground as older trees gave of themselves to nurture the younger. Light flooding everything, heat making the air tremble, and everywhere little leaf factories banging on incoming molecules with their trip hammers, infinitesimal welders on microscopic scaffolds throwing sparks as mitochondrial cranes lofted newly minted proteins to tiny workers assembling new cells. All these trillions of projects ran independently yet were somehow nested in harmonious circles, invisible to the old man mowing his lawn, to the worried drivers, the delivery guy hauling boxes out of the back of his van. A secret known only to her.

On the bike path, at the eye of this hurricane of motion and industry, a small woman, earbuds in, sped along to a soundtrack of digital beats and pygmy chants.

For a few minutes, she was actually and miraculously herself. She could do anything, and maybe she should … And then her phone rang.

She had her smart glasses on, so she replied in hands-free mode. “Hello?”

“Sura, thank God I got through. Listen, it’s me, Marjorie.”

Marj. The fuck-you collapsed. The bike wobbled. “What do you want?” She’d spoken to Dad’s new piece exactly twice since he and Mom split up. Why the hell was she calling now?

“Sura, I know you’ve got—I don’t know how to say—Listen. Have you received any packages lately? From your dad?”

“What? No, what?”

“Okay. Um. Sura.” She heard Marj take a sharp, half-caught breath. “He’s dead, Sura.

“Your father’s been murdered. And the people who did it may be after you, too.”

 

Jim said if something like this happened, to look in that spot you signed, Marjorie had told her. He said you’ll know what he means.

Now, she crosses her old dining room in three quick steps. She’s all focus and knows exactly where she’s going. Whatever furniture these new homeowners may have put in the way, she can push it aside, she can even smash things if she has to because looting this place is literally only going to take a second.

She was eleven when they renovated the house. Dad brought her in one day, and she was fascinated to see how the interior walls had turned skeletal. The living room’s outer wall was now exposed brick.

As she traced its roughness with a finger, Dad grinned and pulled a Sharpie out of his pocket. “Why don’t you sign it?” he said. “They’ll be putting new drywall up tomorrow. Nobody’ll ever know it’s there. Nobody but you and me.”

SURA NEELIN she wrote on the brick. The rest of the gutted interior barely registered on her. She had signed her house!

She has her phone out and ready, the NFC reader app glowing on its face. Dad used to tease her by asking if she remembered where her signature was. She was always proud to show him: just step into the living room and turn right, go to the wall and slide the phone along it at the height of her solar plexus …

She steps in and turns—and there are bookshelves on the wall.

Sura just stares at them. Dad had been so clever, after all: how could he hide a file storage chip so nobody can ever find it no matter how many drawers they rip out or light fixtures they unscrew, yet have the information literally at your fingertips? Simply slap an NFC sticker on the back of the drywall, right where his daughter had signed the bricks it would rest against. Snap snap snap said the nailgun, and then the new wall was up. The NFC tag was Dad’s secret stash, so secret that she was nineteen before he told her about it—and by that time, the house was sold.

The new owners haven’t gutted the place the way the Neelins did. And why shouldn’t they screw two sets of bookshelves into the studs? They don’t know that this was the wall the couch was against, the one Mom spent her last weeks on as the cancer killed her. The shelves are about three feet tall and start about three and a half feet up from the floor. Hipshot in a slab of streetlight that leans in from the front window, Sura contemplates the steps she’s going to have to take to get through the one that’s covering her signature.

She pushes back on the memories of kneeling by the couch, mashing Mom’s food for her; Think, think. With luck, the shelves are just open frames with the drywall exposed behind them … She pulls out some Nora Roberts hardcovers and puts her hand out to find faux-wood particleboard where there should be wall. The shelf’s got a back. Hopefully that’s not too thick, you can only read an NFC from an inch or two away, and the drywall drastically thins the signal. She slides the phone around for a while, but the backing of the shelf must be blocking it entirely. She can’t be sure she’s even swiping the phone over the right spot.

Shoulders hunched, feeling the ghosts now and the presence of sleepers in the master bedroom directly overhead, she begins pulling books with trembling fingers. She stacks them carefully but quickly until the shelving unit is empty, then feels for the heavy screws that must hold it up. There they are. Lucky she still has her screwdriver.

The first screw doesn’t pretend to budge. “Damn fuck shit motherfucker cunt shit…” She lacerates her palms twisting, but it’s no use. The whole plan’s gone south, she should bolt out the back, find some alternative, except she can’t because Dad’s sins are being visited upon her, and if it were just the cops coming after her (and her sitting calmly on her couch, arms held up for the handcuffs) then that would be okay. It won’t be the police or the FBI, though. The FBI care, but they don’t care, not to the point of murder. According to Marj, the people who do care aren’t going to be nice about asking for whatever it is Dad put behind this wall.

For the very first time she knows that if somebody comes down the stairs, bleary-eyed and demanding to know what’s going on, she’s going to have to hurt them. She can’t leave this spot, is trapped to run as long as it takes in a tight circle around this one damned screw—

Leaning in, teeth grinding and her whole body a ramrod, she finally feels it give. She keeps folding herself around it, as with a series of groans and creaks the thing loosens and comes out.

That was the top left one. A little clear voice in her head comments that she should have begun at the bottom.

Fine fine, whatever, she goes for those screws. The lower right one is easy, and that leaves the lower left. As she starts on it, she hears footsteps on the stairs.

It really, really doesn’t matter at this point. She keeps cricking her hands around the screwdriver.

“Who are you?”

It’s a little girl’s voice.

Sura glances back. There’s a silhouette on the stairs.

“I’m just fixing the bookshelf,” she whispers. “Go back to bed.”

“Oh. Okay.” The figure turns and starts back up.

Cindy-Lou Who, thinks Sura and she nearly laughs out loud. The third screw pops out and the shelf becomes a pendulum. She grabs her phone off The Cambridge History of China and slides it along the wall, swinging the shelf this way and that to get at the smooth white surface behind.

Ping.

Now it’s ballet time but with no soundtrack she can imagine; somehow Sura’s turning on her toes as she threads the stacks of books, then she pads through the dining room, the unfamiliar kitchen and porch. She’s unreeling her whole life, bye-bye Momma, bye-bye Dad and grief-cooking, bye-bye Nick and your kiss, and she’s on the lawn pocketing an unknown legacy, and walking raccoon roads under the darkest trees and burnt-out streetlights, out of a neighborhood that’s no longer hers.

Copyright © 2019 by Karl Schroeder

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5 Near-Future Visions of the World

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In a world where our future is uncertain, science fiction authors have always imagined what society may become. Near-future science fiction stories are an exercise in how the present can predict our future. Sometimes, they’re also a warning.

New York Times bestselling author Cory Doctorow says his latest near future sci-fi novel, Radicalized, was “written to master my own concerns as the darkest timeline has only gotten worse.” These stories force us to confront the consequences of our actions and the system that dictates why and what we do. Here are five new and upcoming titles that envision what’s in store for the Earth and its next generation.


Radicalized by Cory Doctorow

Placeholder of  -43Doctorow introduces us to tales of immigration, corruption, and survivalism against the backdrop of a dark American future in his collection of urgent science fiction novellas.

In the title story, “Radicalized”, people are dying at the hands of America’s insurance companies. Their illnesses are curable, but necessary treatments are unaffordable without the financial assistance these companies refuse to provide. The people choose to suffer silently no longer and launch an uprising against the companies holding their health hostage. Amidst the violence, a man is desperate to secure funding for an experimental drug that could cure his wife’s cancer.

Vigilance by Robert Jackson Bennett

Place holder  of - 52Vigilance is a dark science fiction action parable of an America that has permanently surrendered to gun violence, and it’s only a few years away.

In the year 2030, “Vigilance” is a reality game show that tests the ability of American contestants to detect foreign and domestic threats. Survivors of the game receive a cash prize if they can outlast the shooters in the “game environment,” and executive producer John McDean is about to find out what it’s like to be a contestant.

The Test by Sylvain Neuvel

Image Place holder  of - 84In Neuvel’s vision of near-future Britain, the British Citizenship Test is far more than a series of questions about the country, its laws, and its history.

Idir Jalil is taking the citizenship test on behalf of himself, his wife, and his two children. He believes he is prepared, but when his exam takes an unexpected turn the powers of life and death fall into his hands. Like an episode of Black Mirror, the reality of this novella seems terrifyingly close.

Waste Tide by Chen Qiufan; translated by Ken Liu

Image Placeholder of - 84The world of Waste Tide is even closer than you might think. It was inspired by Qiufan’s experience growing up near Guiya, China, where the largest e-waste recycling center in the world is located.

The UN has referred to the area as an “environmental calamity.”

In the world of Waste Tide, protagonist Mimi is a waste worker on Silicon Isle, an island off the coast of China submerged in the world’s electronic waste. Migrant workers come for a chance at a living wage and a better life, but conflicts between those in power, local gangs, and eco-terrorists are bubbling to the surface. When it seems like all out war will break out, Mimi must decide whether she will uphold the status quo or try to shape a new world.

Stealing Worlds by Karl Schroeder

Poster Placeholder of - 29From the author of Lockstep, comes a near-future science fiction, hacker heist. In mid-21st century America, total surveillance is the norm. The developers of the surveillance networks are also responsible for building  popular LARP game worlds, the only place where one can escape the watchful eyes of smart-glasses and the world network.

In Stealing Worlds, Sura Neelin is jobless and on the run and the game worlds may be her only opportunity to escape and find a better life.

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New Ebook Bundles: 9/4/18

Here are the new ebook bundles that went on sale today!

The Necroscrope Quintet by Brian Lumley

Poster Placeholder of - 80Brian Lumley’s Necroscope novels are a towering achievement in the horror genre. The classic series chronicles the adventures of the psychically gifted agents of E-Branch, Britain’s super-secret spy organization, and their battles across time and space against the malevolent, shape-shifting Vamphyri. Their exploits have spanned two worlds, almost twenty novels, and an infinity of time, and have inspired everything from comic books and graphic novels to sculptures and soundtracks.

This discounted ebundle includes Necroscope, Vamphyri, The Source, Deadspeak and Deadspawn.

The Complete Virga Series by Karl Schroeder

Placeholder of  -6Futurist Karl Schroeder groundbreaking space opera series envisions a world of endless sky, with no land, no gravity. This is Virga, a fullerene balloon universe three thousand kilometers in diameter. In this saga, we are given a rare and penetrating look into the post-human condition.

Beginning in the seminal science fiction novel Sun of Suns, the saga of Virga introduces us to the people of stubborn pride and resilience who have made this world their home. But lurking beyond the walls of Virga is the mysterious threat known only as Artificial Nature. Virga is hard science fiction space opera taken to the next level.

This discounted ebundle includes Sun of Suns, Queen of Candesce, Pirate Sun, Sunless Countries and Ashes of Candesce.

The Dinosaur Lords Trilogy by Victor Milán

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Victor Milán’s epic fantasy weird world of The Dinosaur Lords is a place that mirrors 14th century Europe with its dynastic rivalries, religious wars, and byzantine politics–except for their weapons of choice…

Paradise: a planet where humans are playthings of the gods. All they have is a thirst for freedom and fables of old gods who sit in judgment. Theirs is a dangerous world, for it is a paleontologist’s dream.

And so we have a world filled with knights. Knights riding dinosaurs…

This discounted ebundle includes Dinosaur Lords, Dinosaur Knights and Dinosaur Princess.

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The literary giant that is H.G. Wells has written dozens of genre crossing novels. Most notably dubbed “Father of Science Fiction,” this collection of timeless novels include a range of topics from time travel to alien invasions. On a broader spectrum, Wells SF novels deal with the dichotomy of wanting a world of attainable utopia vs. believing in a sort of social Darwinism.

This discounted ebundle includes The War of the Worlds, The Time Machine, The Island of Dr. Moreau and The Invisible Man.

 

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New Releases: 8/14/18

Happy New Release Day! Here’s what went on sale today.

Ball Lightning by Cixin Liu

Placeholder of  -88 When Chen’s parents are incinerated before his eyes by a blast of ball lightning, he devotes his life to cracking the secret of this mysterious natural phenomenon. His search takes him to stormy mountaintops, an experimental military weapons lab, and an old Soviet science station.

The more he learns, the more he comes to realize that ball lightning is just the tip of an entirely new frontier.

Denied by Cathy Clamp

Poster Placeholder of - 98 Anica Petrovic used to be human, until she was kidnapped and turned into a shapeshifter. Now she’s a bear. Political strife in Serbia led Anica, her father, and her brother to settle in the Pacific Northwest, in a shifter community where all are welcome.

The town is rocked by a series of brutal murders which appear to have been committed by a bear. Anica and her family are all bears, but she knows they are all innocent. Not so innocent is newcomer Tristan, also a bear—Anica’s sensitive nose tells her he’s hiding something, but she can’t believe he’s a killer.

The Moons of Barsk by Lawrence M. Schoen

Image Placeholder of - 49 Years after the events of Barsk: The Elephants’ Graveyard, the lonely young outcast and physically-challenged Fant, Pizlo, is now a teenager. He still believes he hears voices from the planet’s moons, imparting secret knowledge to him alone. And so embarks on a dangerous voyage to learn the truth behind the messages. His quest will catapult him offworld for second time is his short life, and reveal things the galaxy isn’t yet ready to know.

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Enhanced by Carrie Jones

Place holder  of - 62 Seventeen-year-old Mana has found and rescued her mother, but her work isn’t done yet. Her mother may beout of alien hands, but she’s in a coma, unable to tell anyone what she knows.

Mana is ready to take action. The only problem? Nobody will let her.

 

 

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The Million by Karl Schroeder

Image Place holder  of - 7 Every thirty years, ten billion visitors overrun Earth during one month of madness: partying, polluting, and brawling. In between, the world is ruled by the Million; the inheritors and custodians of all of humanity’s wealth and history, they lead unimaginable lives of privilege and wealth, and they see it as their due.

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Accomplishments of the Duke’s Daughter Vol. 1 Story by Reia; Art by Suki Umemiya

Monster Musume Vol. 14 Story and art by OKAYADO

Space Opera eBooks Now on Sale

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The Rope Roads

Placeholder of  -39By Karl Schroeder

I’ve just introduced my daughter to The Odyssey; she loves it.  When it came time to describe the wonderfully illustrated edition we’d just bought for her, there was no way I could capture her imagination better than by telling her the simple truth:  The Odyssey is the story of a man trying to get home to his wife.

There’s no magic ring here; no Mount Doom.  The fate of the world does not hang in the balance.  No nation will fall if Odysseus fails in his particular quest.  And yet, my daughter understood instantly that, for Odysseus, this was the most important journey he could possibly undertake, and she wanted to take that journey with him.  It’s the simple humanity of Odysseus’s quest that makes all the other trappings of motivation and dire consequence unnecessary—and this also explains how the story could remain popular for nearly three thousand years.

I had the power of this fundamental story in mind when I sat down to write Book Three of Virga, Pirate Sun. It, too, is merely the story of a man trying to get home to his wife.  Yet there, all similarity ends, not because Admiral Chaison Fanning does not encounter Polyphemus in the form of a circus strongman, or the great whirlpool of Charybdis in the form of a storm; but because the world of Virga is utterly unlike ours.  Virga is weightless, and therein has laid the challenge and opportunity of each novel I’ve set there.  My Odysseus must cross an ocean not of water, but of air.

I once joked that I am on a quest to find dramatic settings so gobsmackingly cool that even describing someone doing their laundry there would be riveting.  I certainly found such a setting in Virga, where people ride wingless jet-bikes, wear toeless boots, and the food vendors sell such delicacies as “soup on a stick” and rice clouds.  The fun lies in reinventing absolutely everything, but for a storyteller, that’s also a gigantic challenge.  So, in Pirate Sun, Antaea Argyre has knives mounted on her boots and fights with her feet, because her long  legs give her reach and strength equal to any man—and because in freefall, a woman’s center of gravity is in her hips.  A man’s is in his chest.  She can twist, turn, and rotate her legs better than her arms; with a man the effect is the opposite.

A swordfight is different in freefall.  The more you chase the idea, the more different it becomes—and the story flourishes in such detail.  Take another example:  the rope roads.

At one point in the books, some pompous character declares that in Virga, nation building is the art of formation flying.  This is not a metaphor.  In a weightless world, everything that’s not tied down tends to float away, including boots, buildings, crops, towns and provinces.  Everything’s moving, all the time, and when Chaison faces the daunting task of crossing a thousand miles of air to return to his country, Slipstream, he faces an almost impossible job of navigation.  Yet, many things that might float apart can simply be tied together, and this is as true of cities as it is of boots.  All he needs to do is find the right piece of rope, extending (slightly slack) from seeming infinity in one corner of the sky to seeming infinity in another.  Follow that rope; it’s a road, and maybe, if you avoid monsters and bandits, military patrols, and offers of rest and comfort along the way… maybe you’ll make it home.

There’s the secret to writing in a world like Virga: choosing the right plot.  However strange the world of Pirate Sun may be; however odd the all-enveloping sky and the contraptions and mechanisms of life there; in the end there’s just a man, an ocean, and a thin thread of hope.  A rope road, in a new kind of Odyssey.

Pirate Sun (978-0-7653-2642-3, $15.99) is available from Tor this November. Karl Schroeder can be found online at kschroeder.com.

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