Tuesday, October 15, 2019

The Brothers of Redemption (Technium, Book 1) by D.E. Murray

Release date: October 8, 2019
Subgenre: Dystopian fiction

About The Brothers of Redemption:

 

The Journey You Start Isn’t The One You Finish

It's 2165. The family is gone. The world is ruled by the ferociously competitive, hierarchical Council of the Brotherhood Orders. Sons are bred in cohorts created by Alphas and surrogates.

Half-brothers Jed and Max Kleer are middle-aged burnouts who share little except an Alpha and a mysterious, unbreakable bond.

When an abducted girl drops into Jed’s life, the brothers resolve to guide her home.

What could possibly go wrong?

Everything.

The journey they start won't be the one they finish.

Technium defies the conventions of the dystopian genre by combining romance, humor and lyrical meditations on the America that once was and might one day be. It consists of two books, The Brothers of Redemption, and A Daughter of Her People.

 

Excerpt:

 

NOS Standard Calendar: Sixday, 07.09.0093
(Old Calendar: Saturday, 7 September 2165)

East of the deepest and narrowest point of the river, where it hooked west and widened, stood an abandoned town, once called Cold Spring.

The river had had many names. The first peoples called it “The River That Flows Two Ways,” for between its banks ran two contending currents: fresh water from a lake in a wild mountain chain three hundred kilometers north, and salt water from the ocean ninety kilometers south. The peoples who came later named the river after their saints and kings and explorers, or for its location. Its final and longest-lasting name in the Before was the Hudson River. It was now called Waterway No. 1, Fresnel Zone 2.

On both banks, the land soared hundreds of abrupt, perpendicular meters from mudflats, marshes and talus fields into rugged glacial highlands cut by north-south valleys, covered with a thick canopy of oak and maple forest. A stark, glowering elevation on the west bank, its face scarred by a naked seam of rock, rough as elephant hide, guarded this bend like a sentinel.

Joshua Edward David Kleer—Jed Kleer—stood on the east side of the rocky shore, craning his neck upwards to locate a notch just below the peak of the forbidding elevation. Jed traced the seam with a finger to anchor his sight-lines, but every time he reached the summit, he lost his place in the encircling wreath of clouds and had to start again.

Volcanic eruptions had wiped out the summer, but the late September day had a moist, pearly softness and an undercurrent of warmth, faintly sensuous and thrilling. The seam of rock glistened from the humidity in the air.

The notch was named for an ancestor, the Dutch settler Patroon Johannes Van Kleer. Four centuries ago, Van Kleer rose from humble seaman in the Dutch West India Company to prosperous landowner, master of a farm and a brewery—or so Jed’s father had said. He had looked for them once; time had erased all traces of the farm and brewery, but it comforted him to believe the stories were true.

Jed was sure the notch was there, and searched intently, longingly, as if his wish to find it would bring it to sight, but every time his finger reached the summit the destination would vanish in a swirl of clouds. And the name of this mountain? Storm something . . . The harder he tried to summon the name, the more it eluded him, and he gave up. Perhaps he could sight the notch if he walked to the middle of the village, up Main Street, to higher ground, where the view was better. Still, he hesitated.

Good sense said not to go. This was a restricted zone, and he didn’t have a permit. He had not come to Cold Spring to sightsee. He came for one reason: to unearth the Drowned Lady from the place he had buried her…

 

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About D.E. Murray:

 In 2010, I read an article in Science Daily about the creation of "bipaternal" mice -- mice with two genetic fathers and no mother -- in the laboratory. I immediately said to myself, "Someone will write a book about this." Flash forward to three years later. No one had. So I decided to.

The book I ended up writing wasn't about bipaternal mice, it was about a human society in which artificial reproductive technology is used to create a ruling class. In other words, as a weapon of the powerful against the weak. What kind of society would that be?

This is my first novel. As I wrote, I encountered surprises, chief among them, the characters. They got into scrapes and muddles, made mistakes, took wrong turns, but in the end, they accomplished their mission.

In the process, they plunged headlong into confronting the past, a forbidden subject in their world, and developed deep and complex relationships that none knew they were capable of.

I am a native New Yorker who has lived in many places, worked many jobs and met many people. All of these experiences contributed to creating this book.

Enjoy the journey! 

 

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Monday, October 14, 2019

The Collected A.E. Williams: Volume 1 by A.E. Williams

Release date: September 20, 2019
Subgenre: Collection

About The Collected A.E. Williams: Volume 1:

 

For the first time, all A.E. Williams' published works are available as one single volume!

This is the perfect gift for the science fiction reader, science nerd or irascible curmudgeon in your life!

Terminal Reset - The Coming of the Wave
The breakout science fiction novel that explores an alternate history where everyone one earth regresses forty years in age! Dr. David Harding and Dr. Tatania Golovonov must find a way to survive in a world gone mad! Regressed to teenagers, the two fight to find a way to reverse the effects of The Wave, a force from out of Time and Space. Filled with excitement and action, Terminal Reset will have you on the edge of your seat!

Terminal Reset - Return of the Wanderers
 A strange spaceship enters the outer boundaries of the Solar System, returning from an eons long mission. But, who are the inhabitants and what do they want with Earth?

Taking place in the same universe as Terminal Reset, this story explores the implications of ancient civilizations and how they have affected our evolution. Mars isn't just our neighbor in space! Another exciting tale for your science fiction enjoyment!

Rocket Surgeon
 A.E. Williams essays on AGW, the Space Race, Hollywood and other tales to entertain and fascinate you! Get a behind the curtains peek at Relativity, rocket science, jet engine testing and other cool nerdy things that A.E. has done! Find out why the world probably won't end tomorrow, but is sure to do so in the distant future! Travel in space and time and maybe learn a thing or two about our Universe. Climb aboard for another wild ride from the redoubtable A.E. Williams!

The Unholy Trinity Series

The infamous trilogy of cutting, biting satires that lampoon today's headlines!

Second Coming - Jesus bets His half-brother, Lucifer that the bet God made with him regarding Job can be done, again, and better. The implications are breathtaking! Does the Big J wind up the victor? Or, does the Devil get his due?

Anno Domini - Jesus and Lucifer's betting is getting out of hand! This time, Jesus bets that the souls of the most outstanding humans ever born can redeem Mankind from original Sin. But, there's a catch! A Virgin Birth is part of the scheme, but maybe Jesus didn't think everything through?

Imperius Wrecks - A satirical and humorous look at one possible future! A nightmare or a dream - you get to decide.
In the far distant future, a nun is tasked with ancient rituals descended from one man's egotistical grasp for power and immortality. Could this really happen?

Filled with religious references, popular concerns of the day, and a cast of totally fictional characters, this satire puts a spin on current events that will have you spitting coffee all over yourself in shock, from laughing or pure unadulterated rage. You'll be aghast at the content, the implications and the mirror held up to our world.

Come along as A.E. Williams once more pulls no punches as he slams the One Percent, Religion and Political parties of all stripes!

NOTE: Contains previously published works. 

 

Excerpt:

 

"Let me tell you something about success.There is no real "secret".
You just decide to do it.
You get up one day and you think that you might try to do something. Anything.
So, you maybe write down a list of things you need. Or, make a little sketch or drawing.
Then, if you are broke, you think of ways to get the materials you need. If all you need is a pen or paper (you write, or draw, or create poems) then you just get comfortable and start writing. Anything at all...there is no failure. There is not a set 'goal', you are acclimating yourself to doing things again, is all.
Once you get some ideas on paper, and maybe start doing a few things, try to keep at it.
Now is the time to put dates on a calendar, or set small goals, write an outline, buy some essential supplies....you get the picture.
The important thing is KEEP MOVING FORWARD.
There is no failure...there is only learning.
When you were a child in kindergarten, you explored the world. You did not have to judge your progress by any measure other than your delight and wonder at new things.
You want to do that again. You want to move in a direction where each new day gives you a small pleasure of learning....NOT accomplishment.
The key is to have FUN.
Don't let your mind fool you into thinking you are wasting time, or goofing off. Learn to get into the rhythm of having fun doing your tasks.
Growing up in our society can bleed all the fun out of doing things.
You may measure your self-worth against others (like Ed Harris was doing with Alec Baldwin in “Glengarry Glen Ross”) and if you come up short, so what?
Who is telling you that Alec Baldwin is a better person to be than Ed Harris? That gold watch? That BMW?
Is Ed Harris really better off being a ‘good father’ if he can’t provide for his children?
There are choices to be made, and sacrifices that go with them. And consequences…
So, what do we do about it?
You decide what YOU want.
You set the pace.
You set the expectations.
Your fear comes from the idea that you must be perfect.
That you MUST succeed.
But, living for another ten minutes is success.
Having a nice meal is success.
Even watching tv or reading a book can be successful if it keeps moving you forward.
The big thing to remember is that no one else can make you happy.
You have to do that yourself.
If you fear change, attack it in small increments.
Put on your shirt instead of your socks first.
Change the mug you typically use for your coffee.
Over a long period of time, incremental changes in positive ways WILL take effect.
Trust in yourself, and write down problems with pro and con columns. Think about things before rushing into them.
And, don't ever let other people crush your spirit. If you are surrounded by jealousy, or crazy drama, or even farting assholes -- just move.
Outside.
Go to the park.
A cafe.
Remove the distractions.
Focus.
Create.
Live.
A.E. WilliamsHigh Springs, FLMay, 2017"

 

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About A.E. Williams:



A.E. Williams has a unique background of military experience, aerospace engineering and intelligence analysis. 
Born near Pittsburgh, A.E. Williams is man of a mystery. As a young man, Williams served the United States government in various capacities, which he then followed with ten years as an outfitter. Williams finally retired and moved down to rural central Florida, where he ran a medium - sized tilapia farm. He did his writing at night, usually accompanied by a bottle of Maker's Mark bourbon and a large supply of Classic Dr. Pepper and ice.
A.E. Williams is the author of the exciting hard science fiction series Terminal Reset, which is about the effects of a mysterious force from billions of miles away from Earth that was formed millions of years ago. When The Wave strikes, everything changes! 

 

Sunday, October 13, 2019

Bulb by Bradley Wind

Release date: October 13, 2019
Subgenre: Dystopian fiction, Cyberpunk

About Bulb:

 

If light records everything we do, can even shadows hide our secrets?
Imagine your entire life is available for review.
Imagine each day any event can be watched over and over again - your birth, your first kiss, your recent shower, that private itch - all replayable from any angle. Now imagine these can be viewed by anyone at any time.

Is a world where there is far less ego, little crime, and even the smallest moments are recorded and available publicly through the ‘Grand Archive’ a Utopia or a Dystopia? Traumatized by memories he does not want to recall, artist Ben Tinthawin is recruited by the enigmatic, Grand Archive creator Dr. Mamon, who seeks help for his nextgen designs to enhance the world. Ben stumbles across a secret revealing the doctor’s true scheme in all its surreal splendor and questions whether the doctor really is the benevolent soul he claims to be.As the paths of a broken man and a brilliant revolutionary cross, the world shifts and cracks start to appear. Even our most fundamental codes can be encrypted – or corrupted. If the wrong information is discovered, more than Ben’s life will be in danger of total shut down.

Prepare yourself for full exposure.

 

Excerpt:

 

“Pop, what’s your dash saying? Don’t you think we should get off and seek cover or something?”
“I can read. Bad weather conditions?” He flicked his hand at the dash and again towards the clouds, “Look at that. Plenty of blue. No lousy rain ever stopped traffic anyway.”
There wasn’t any blue sky left, only fluffy charcoal boulders threatening to drop. Five minutes later, still no rain but the wind blew fiercely, and we passed several fallen trees. Our headlights turned on. The car navigated easily through the debris, but you didn’t see trees on the road every day, and I kept my mouth shut. We followed the curvy highway hills and discovered more trees lying on the other side of the median. Mom grew noticeably nervous.
“There must have been some of that freakweather going on here. There’s a whole damn forest on the highway. Take the next exit, or I will.”
“Bah, it’s only threatening to rain. Why does everything have to be freakweather? A few branches won’t kill us,” Dad said.
This was more than a few branches. Something ahead looked like piles of dirt as if there had been a small rockslide off to the side. The streetlamp shone directly above it, and when we got closer, you could see it was two little dead deer. They faced each other heads to tails like some kind of strange yin-yang symbol.
“Oh, look at those poor baby deer,” Mom said with her fingers pressed to the window. Their eyes, glazed and open, appeared almost alive.
“Look up there,” Dad said, pointing off to our left.
A considerable deer herd speckled the hillside. Small points of glowing yellow eyes reflected the headlights. In the past, our family made deer spotting a competition. Dad liked to say this region was “infested” with them. I watched his face in the rearview mirror, a smile on his lips from his big score with the deer game, but it melted away as the rain started hitting the windshield. The fading grin was the second to last thing I saw before it happened. The fear in the profile of Mom’s face was the last.
Mom shouted something unrecognizable as our headlights brought the deer standing in the road into bright view. The first deer looked like an albino, all white from the side -‑ head turned to us, eyes blank and SLAM! And thwunk, another! Soft and solid at the same time, you barely felt the crunch of bone. Chwunn! Another.
A crowd of three together sandwiched as we banked off them into the ramp of the median that sent our car rolling. We ricocheted back over to the other side of the highway, up the steep embankment and rolled back to where the deer we’d hit lay ripped open. Glass, wind, and water filled the air. The chaos dampened to a halt making a glassy slush sound when we landed.
Rain began pelting my ear and neck. A line of bloody spittle stretched and quickly snapped as I pulled my face away from the armrest. Blood flooded my mouth. I tried the door, but it wouldn’t open. I need out. I needed to spit but misjudged the broken window, and it splattered back against me, covering a huge swath of my pant leg sickly red.  The sight of the blood must have made me realize what had happened. My tongue throbbed a deep rhythm. I’d bitten a piece off and touching the wound sent a blinding shock of pain along my spine. The whole scene felt unreal, dreamlike, monstrous.

 

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About Bradley Wind:

 Bradley Wind was born and raised in Pennsylvania. He is a prolific visual artist whose work has exhibited in the 20th-century wing of the Philadelphia Museum of Art.

He worked as a toy designer for K'nex Industries, a manager of IT for Pearl S. Buck International and is currently a director of IT for a child-focused non-profit. He raises chickens and two lovely girls with his wife in Chester County, Pennsylvania.

BULB is his latest novel.

 

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Friday, October 11, 2019

Speculative Fiction Links of the Week for October 11, 2019


It's time for another somewhat truncated weekly round-up of interesting links about speculative fiction from around the web, this week with Martin Scorsese's dismissive comments about superhero movies, Batwoman, Joker, the future of Star Trek, the final season of Supernatural, Raising Dion, Gemini Man, In the Tall Grass, Lucy in the Sky, New York Comic Con, problems at Fireside Press and much more. 

Speculative fiction in general:

Film and TV:

Speculations about the future of Star Trek

Comments on Martin Scorsese vs. superhero movies:

Comments on Batwoman:

Comments on Joker:

Comments on the final season of Supernatural:

Comments on Raising Dion:

Comments on Gemini Man

Comments on In the Tall Grass:

Comments on Lucy in the Sky:

Awards:

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Interviews:

Reviews:

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Con and event reports:

Crowdfunding:

Science and technology:

Free online fiction:

Odds and ends: