Showing posts with label Galactic Journey. Show all posts
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Wednesday, August 16, 2023

Hyvilma (Kitra, Book 3) by Gideon Marcus

 

Release date: August 8, 2023
Subgenre: Space Opera 
 

About Hyvilma:

 

A damaged ship, a dying shipmate–can she save both?
 
Under attack! The flight back to Hyvilma should have been the easy part for the crew of the Majera–until a deadly ambush by pirates sends them reeling through hyperspace. Now getting to the planet in time is the only way Captain Kitra Yilmaz can save her dying friend.
 
But landing at Hyvilma may be impossible: war has broken out on the Frontier.
 
With illustrations by Hugo Finalist Lorelei Esther.


 

 Excerpt:

 

“What’s the easiest target?” Fareedh asked.

“Definitely the auxcon. Easier than the other two, anyway,” his brother said.

“So, what?” Peter asked. “We rush in, turn out the lights, and then free the prisoners?”

“Something like that, I guess,” Iskender said. “We’d need to split up.”

It hit me then just what we were talking about. A bare dozen of us, half of us civilians, the other half supply clerks and techs, were talking about taking on a band of armed killers. Worse still, we’d have to be killers, or at least prepared to be. I wasn’t Admiral Okafor or Captain Hornblower. I certainly wasn’t James Bond or The Mist.
I felt myself starting to tremble, and my vision blurred. The Faucon crew were black smudges, their talk meaningless echoes.

Something touched my hand, and I jerked back, as if shocked. Marta looked down at me, surprise and worry touching her green eyes.

“Kitra, I said, ‘Are you alright?’“

I was anything but alright. I opened my mouth to speak, but my throat was a desert.

Her hand gripped mine, her eyes softening. “I know. But we’ll make it. We have to.” She looked behind me, and I followed her gaze. To Pinky, now a legless hemisphere, just his “head” poking out of his suit. I licked my lips, staring at my oldest friend, and felt the fear retreat, just a little bit, pushed aside by the need to get him help.

I looked back at Marta, who gave me a little nod. I took a bracing breath, then cocked my head. Something had occurred to me. “Are you okay?” I asked.

She blinked. “I…sure. What do you mean?” she whispered back.

“You’re so va-t’en guerre, so pumped up.” I looked at the deck. “I know how you feel about the Empire. These people we’re going to face, they’re fighting the Empire.”

Marta’s expression went pensive. “It’s something I’m trying not to think too hard about. Right now, we hardly know anything about what’s going on. One recorded message isn’t enough to go on.”

She smiled softly and tilted up my chin with the fingers of her free hand. “Anyway, right now politics can hang. Nothing matters more than family.” The pressure on my hand became a hard squeeze, and Marta’s eyes were shining. Mine stung too, I realized.

 

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About Gideon Marcus:

Serling-winning and five time Hugo Finalist science fiction author, Gideon has just finished Hyvilma, third book in the Kitra Saga, a YA space adventure series featuring themes of isolation, teamwork, and hope, and starring a queer protagonist of color.

His short fiction can be found in Dark Matter, Utopia, Simultaneous Times, and elsewhere. He is also the editor of the Rediscovery: Science Fiction by Women anthology series, featuring some of the best works of science fiction’s Silver Age.

He is the founder of Journey Press, an independent publisher focused on unusual and diverse speculative fiction, and he also runs the award-winning time machine project, Galactic Journey. He is a professional space historian, member of the American Astronautical Society’s history committee, college professor, and frequent public speaker.

Gideon lives in San Diego County with his writer/editor wife and their Hugo-nominated artist daughter…along with a cat, a snake, and an immense library.

 

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Tuesday, December 7, 2021

At First Contact: Three Stories of Non-Traditional Love by Janice L. Newman


Release date: November 30, 2021
Subgenre: Science Fiction Romance, Short Fiction Collection
 

About At First Contact:

 

 The Fantastical Romances You've Been Craving

Hugo Finalist Janice L. Newman presents a touching trio of romances in a speculative vein. From the edge of space, to the shadows of the paranormal, to the marvels of the mystical:

At First Contact: A germaphobe and an android are assigned a mission to survey a planet together. Will they discover new life or a new love?

Ghosted: Leo is searching for the soul that used to haunt his grandmother's house. Did Will ghost him?

A Touch of Magic: What if love could alter the fabric of existence? A fraught romance between two teachers just might be helped along by a touch of magic.

"A refreshing take on romance...surprising characters bring a human quality to alien settings."
~Robin Rose Graves, The Book Wormhole

 

Excerpt:

 

From First Contact

“You know,” I said aloud, “you don’t have to wear your skin for me.”

Jay tore his eyes from the stars, his gaze finding mine. “What?”

“I mean. I don’t know if you’re more comfortable one way or another. I guess the skin provides you a measure of protection, so,” I gave an awkward, one-shouldered shrug. “You know what, forget I said anything.”

He frowned at me, turning to gaze out at the stars once more. After a few moments, he said, “Most people find us unpleasant without our skins. Too alien. Too other.”

I thought about how he’d looked without his skin, a hairless, silver being, androgynous and magical. “I don’t mind it.” I took a breath and added in a rush, “You were beautiful like that.”

He jerked around again. “Beautiful?”

I swallowed hard. “Yes.”

It took him a long time to respond. “We were taught,” he said slowly, “that humans would find our true form off-putting at best. Without our skin, we would be worse than naked. We would be monstrous—”

“That makes no sense!” I burst out.

He paused at my interruption. “No?”

“You were built to accompany a crew to new planets. Surely your designers knew that the people you would be working with had to be comfortable with the unusual!”

His brow creased in a frown. “I think the programming is universal to all androids.”

“Well, it’s stupid,” I said. Blinking, he looked over at me. “I can’t believe they built in a sense of shame.” I crossed the bridge to stand before him. “Do you think you can overcome it?”

He looked up at me, his brown eyes wide. “I…don’t know. I suppose I can try.” After another long moment of hesitation, he said dubiously, “If you’re sure it won’t bother you, I could take it off.”

“I don’t want to force you,” I said, suddenly uncertain. “I like you better without your skin, but the most important thing is that you’re comfortable.”

“You like me better without it?”

I felt heat spreading across the back of my neck. “I—you know my issues. You’re so human with your skin on. I know it’s not actually organic, but…” I stopped short as I heard myself. “But that’s not the reason why, not the only reason I—” I gulped and stumbled on, “— not the only reason I think you’re beautiful. It’s not because of my issues. It’s because you are beautiful, you really are.” I remembered how he’d looked when we’d put him back together. He was alien, but not like the starfish we’d met. He was ‘other,’ but in a way that reminded me of the stories of gods who came to earth to make love to humans.

Something in my rambling, or more likely, in my admiring gaze, must have come through. Jay said only, “Oh,” his voice laden with a wealth of surprise and wonder. “I see.”

~

From Ghosted:

He couldn’t quite face going into the empty kitchen yet, he decided, and turned to climb the stairs instead. ‘His’ room had always been at the top on the right, a small space crammed with books and seasonal boxes that he’d never seen unpacked, though his mom had told him stories about the Christmases they’d used to have when he was a kid. A single bed sat along one wall, still covered with the familiar, colorful quilt. Grandma hadn’t made it, but a friend of hers had. Leo set down his backpack and settled onto the bed.

“Hey,” he said quietly. “I’m back.”

There was no response. The house felt just as empty as it had when he’d stepped inside. A chill crawled down the back of Leo’s neck.

“Will?” he said aloud. “You can come out. There’s no one here but us.”

For a split second he wondered if his grandmother might be here, too, lingering in the kitchen to make one last batch of cookies. Then he shook his head. She’d often spoken of how she would rejoin her husband when she passed on. Her daughter was successful and happy, and her grandson was all grown up. She’d died peacefully in her sleep. There was no reason for her to stay.

Will still should have been here, though. He hadn’t been tied to grandma or grandpa or even the house, as far as Leo knew. If anything, it had been Leo that Will lingered around and appeared to. Leo’s secret friend, but not one he’d made up. Not a figment of his imagination. Of that, he was certain.

~

From A Touch of Magic:

Frowning, Sean turned away and started to fiddle with things on his desk. “Look,” he said, “I don’t know why you asked someone like me in the first place—”

“Someone ‘like you’?”

Waving a hand down his body in a sharp gesture, Sean said, “There’s not much about me that’s desirable.” His face twisted with ugly humor. “There’s not much to me, period. Add to that the fact that I can’t even sit down at a restaurant, or take a long plane ride, or—”

“I don’t care about any of that!” Lawrence’s outburst made Sean’s head snap up. “I—you—” He gritted his teeth, struggling to put into words his attraction and affection. “I like you,” he said at last, and felt himself grow hot with embarrassment at how immature he sounded.

“I like being with you,” he tried again. “I like listening to you talk about art, about imbuing, about your students. I like telling you about my fencing matches. I like spending time with you. You’re clever and funny and kind. And the fact that you’re short doesn’t bother me.” If anything, Lawrence admitted to himself, he kind of liked it.

Sean’s eyes were wide and stunned. “But,” he said, giving his head a little shake, “You—you’re you. You’re a gold medalist, you’re handsome and rich and could have anyone you wanted!”

“Including you?”

 

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About Janice L. Newman: 

Janice L. Newman has come a long way from her college days as a music and Japanese major. A talented writer, she has contributed to Rediscovery: Science Fiction by Women and is currently working on more thrilling SFF romances. Janice’s experience as a corporate controller makes her invaluable as the backbone for Journey Press and 3x Hugo Finalist Galactic Journey. She resides in San Diego with her writer husband, artist/writer/musician daughter, a gopher-eating cat, and a lump of a snake.
 


Sunday, October 3, 2021

Sirena (Kitra, Book 2) by Gideon Marcus

 

Release date: September 30, 2021
Subgenre: Space opera
 

About Sirena:

 

 One starship, six friends, 10,000 lives in the balance.

Hugo Award Finalist Gideon Marcus has done it again with this second installment in The Kitra Saga. Sirena is a thrilling YA space adventure, unusually hopeful and optimistic in a sea of grimdark, dystopian releases. Enhanced with beautiful illustrations, fans of Becky Chambers’ Wayfarers and Emily Skrutskie’s Bonds of Brass will adore Sirena.

Young captain-for-hire Kitra Yilmaz has gotten her first contract: escort the mysterious Princess of Atlántida beyond the Frontier and find her a new world. It’s a risky job, fraught with the threat of pirates, dangerous squatters, and rising romantic tensions.

Still, Kitra and her crew are up for anything – until they find a lush world, perfect for settlement…with an enormous ghost ship already in orbit.

What secret does the crippled vessel hide? And is Kitra ready to take responsibility for its precious cargo?

With illustrations by Lorelei Esther.

 

Excerpt:

 

It took about an hour and a half at one-half a gee’s thrust to match orbits and close in on the mystery ship. By then, it was clear that there weren’t any colonies on the far side of the planet. There couldn’t be. The other hemisphere had no sizable land masses, though there were strings of archipelagos marking the tips of undersea mountain ranges. The back side of the planet was still mostly in shadow, but deep radar made it clear that there were no settlements of any size to be found. Marta was still coming up empty on the comm bands, too. All except the beacon on the bogey, the strange vessel, which we picked up more and more clearly as we approached: a set of chimes on three frequencies that said little more than “I’m here.”


From our new vantage, the outlines of the unidentified ship were crisp. The sun was now almost perpendicular to it, leaving the cylinder half-lit. The curved hull and the flat end of the bogey were somewhat but not entirely smooth; its projections stood out starkly against shadows so dark that they revealed nothing underneath. The whole thing was big, almost as big as the Trans-Rift ferry. It had to have crossed the Rift under its own power, which meant there was at least a Type 5 Drive in there somewhere. That made it military, government, or corporate owned. It didn’t look like any warship I’d ever seen.


“How close are we going to get?” Peter asked. He tried to keep his tone casual, but I heard the edge of nervousness.


“Close enough to know what’s going on,” I said simply. Then added quickly with a glance at Sirena, “If that’s alright with you.”


“I want to solve the mystery, too. Marta, is he still dead?”


“He?”


“The ship, darling. Ships are ‘he’ are they not?”


“She,” Fareedh murmured.


“Neither,” I said, a little too loudly. Peter suppressed a chuckle.


“Quite,” Sirena said after the briefest of pauses. “How is the ship?”


“I’m able to get a better map of emissions from here, though Peter would be better at explaining what they mean.”


“Right,” Peter said. He did something, and the bogey filled the screen. It was painted in a muted network of colors, mostly hoops that girdled the vessel. “There’s still power being generated. You can see the purple glow along the axis down at that one end. It’s being transmitted throughout the vessel, too. But if that engine’s as big as I think it is, it’s putting out too little energy to be in anything but standby mode.” Focusing on work had steadied his voice, or maybe a powered- down ship was less threatening.


“Oh, this is interesting,” I heard Fareedh say.


“What’s up?” I asked.


He was running a hand through his hair, one eyebrow raised. “If we can get close enough, or maybe inside, I can query their ship’s sayar. It’s got a public access channel.”


“You can’t do it from here?”


He shook his head. “Signal’s too weak. I can tell a connection can be made, but I can’t make one.”

 

I frowned. I hadn’t thought of actually boarding the thing. “How would we get in?”

 

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About Gideon Marcus:

Gideon Marcus is the founder of the Serling Award-winning and twice Hugo-nominated historical web project, Galactic Journey, Gideon Marcus is a science fiction writer and space historian. His alternate history story, “Andy and Tina,” is the lead tale in the Sidewise-nominated anthology, Tales from Alternate Earths 2. He lives in the San Diego area with his wife and their prodigy daughter as well as a matched pair of cats.

 

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Wednesday, April 15, 2020

Interview with Gideon Marcus, author of Kitra and founder of Galactic Journey


Today it gives the Speculative Fiction Showcase great pleasure to interview Gideon Marcus, whose YA new release, Kitra, we featured on April 1st.

Galactic Journey is a finalist for Best Fanzine in the 2020 Hugo Awards announced on April 7, and has been nominated twice before. Congratulations! Can you tell us a little about Galactic Journey, what it is and what it does? In your bio, you describe it as a “historical web project” - what’s it all about?

Thank you so much!  I'm always a little taken aback when we make the ballot.  We are lucky to have so many great readers along with us on the Journey.

Galactic Journey is more than a fanzine -- it's a portal to 55 years ago, day by day.  We started out in 2013 as a review site for science fiction magazines, and since I am a professional space historian specializing in the robotic probes of the late 50s, I also covered the space shots.

Our scope very quickly expanded.  To understand the science fiction of the time in context, you have to appreciate the whole of the period.  The politics, the music, the fashion...everything.  Plus, from the start, we focused on marginalized voices:  women, persons of color, LGBTQIA+, partly because their contributions tend to be forgotten in 2020, and partly because their works stand out both in content and quality.  Science fiction was and is global, too.  So as the number of Journey writers grew, so did our coverage.  We now have authors from the UK, Russia, Australia, and our demographics are extremely diverse.

The Journey is not just a historical project -- in our coverage of the past, we always have an eye toward relevance to the future.  After all, it's a modern audience that reads it, and we often spotlight issues that are significant to the 21st Century.  But at the same time, we also try to preserve our in-the-minute mentality to keep the experience authentic.  It's a really fine tightrope, but I think we've managed!

You describe Kitra as a Young Adult Space Adventure. What does that mean to you - and to your readers?

Back in the mid-20th Century, folks like Robert Heinlein and Andre Norton wrote "juveniles."  These were stories aimed at teenagers but enjoyed by all ages.  That's because they didn't talk down to their audience; they simply made sure that younger people could understand the works, too.

Those stories were usually positive in tone, emphasizing resourcefulness and persistence.  And they almost invariably involved some kind of space exploration because space was "the final frontier."

I feel we've lost a lot of this in the current "YA" landscape, which dwells mostly in the realms of dystopia, post-apocalyptic, high fantasy or urban fantasy.  The dividing line between teen and adult literature is more sharply defined.  And space is an almost forgotten setting, or else the story is farcical or science fantasy.

Kitra is an attempt to bring back hard space-based science fiction for a younger audience, with the adventure, the excitement, and the fun, but also a serious, realistic tone.



The cover art is stunning. Can you tell us about your protagonist, Kitra Yilmaz; who she is and where she is headed?

Thank you!  We really wanted to do right by Kitra and give her the cover she deserved. :)

At the start of the book, Kitra is 19, an orphan with a passion for the stars.  Her mother was an important ambassador, and she left behind (metaphorical) shoes that Kitra despairs of being able to fill.  That's why Kitra stakes her entire inheritance, including her beloved sailplane, on buying a salvage starship.  

It's a pretty headstrong thing to do, but that's Kitra.  

The book is also about the idea of a “found family”. What is at the root of this idea and why is it so important now - what resonates with readers and other audiences?

Family is a strange, malleable concept.  From 1950-1965, the era that Galactic Journey is just finishing, the nuclear family was upheld as ideal -- despite the fact that it's a pretty unnatural concept.  Before 1950, extended family was the norm.  After 1965, once women were able to assert their rights to autonomy in matters of marriage, employment, and sex, and after the post-war economic boom led to stagflation followed by anemic growth, the strongly gender-roled nuclear family simply became untenable.  Single parents, broken homes, even old-fashioned generation gaps frequently now make for strained family situations.  As a result, friends are becoming the new family.  People with common interests and goals.   They can often understand and support you better than any blood relations.

I don't think Kitra would even have dreamed of embarking on her quest had she not had a group of very good friends that would make a natural crew.  Marta, her ex-girlfriend, is a biologist and vital for keeping a ship's life support working.  Marta's current partner, Peter, is a gifted engineer (though whether Kitra can actually convince him to get into a ramshackle vessel is another problem entirely!)  Fareedh is new to the group, but his computer (sayar) skills are top-notch.  And then there's Pinky, the blob-like alien, who has been Kitra's best friend since childhood.  

Kitra is not the story of a single heroine taking on the universe.  It's about how she and her found family work together to overcome the biggest crisis of their lives.  Indeed, Kitra can't really mature as a character until she can knit her friends into a crew.



On the day of the release, you talked about the story being “a timely book, involving themes of isolation that everyone can identify with. It’s also a hopeful one where teamwork and ingenuity can save the day.” How important is this in our changed and troubling circumstances?

I did not plan the release for this novel to be so on-point with what's going on right now.  The parallels are eerie.  You've got a small group trapped in a confined space with limited resources, surrounded by a hostile environment.  They're not responsible for their predicament, but they've only got themselves to rely on to get out of it.  

If that doesn't resonate with this new age of isolation and social distance, I don't know what does!

And right now, I don't think people want to escape their modern-day dystopia into even darker dystopias.  I want Kitra's message to inspire and motivate, to say that working together, keeping our heads, we can make it through the toughest times.  The greatest praise I'm hoping for is someone telling me that my book kept them going through it all.

How has Covid-19 affected you as a writer, a publisher and someone who is passionate about books vintage and contemporary?

Well, it certainly made me rethink sales strategy!  I run Journey Press, a publishing house.  Our first book was Rediscovery: Science Fiction by Women (1958-1963), kind of a natural fit for Galactic Journey.  It ended up being a surprisingly good seller (maybe I shouldn't have been surprised, given the subject matter and the quality of the stories) and by March 13, it was in 330 bookstores across the US.  We were doing so well with physical sales that I didn't focus much on digital sales.

Now the bookstores are all closed.  I'm working with them as best I can, scheduling virtual author signings and such, but until the doors open, they're an outlet on hold.

So I'm learning to connect with people online, meeting a lot of wonderful folks I didn't have the bandwidth to find before.  

As for reconciling the modern crisis with the 1965 world I spend much of my time in, one of the reasons I chose a 55 year gap is the resonance between that time and today.  I often describe it as "our world, only crappier."  It's recognizable.  And in 1965 as in 2020, there was an increasing feeling of malaise, that society was going the wrong way.  We got daily body count totals on the evening news, except back then, the killer wasn't a virus -- it was a war in Vietnam.  It's not an exact fit; it never is.  But as (someone who probably wasn't) Mark Twain observed, "History doesn't repeat, but it often rhymes."

What do you think Science Fiction particularly offers in a dystopian present?

Science Fiction is about extrapolation, "if this goes on."  It can be, and for a long time has been, really dark.  Part of it is we all want to be the one with the great cautionary tale for the ages, the next 1984 or Handmaid's Tale (by the way, Sonya Dorman essentially wrote the first incarnation of the latter in 1964).  But it's become so facile to engage in what I call "angsturbation" these days.  It doesn't all have to be edgy, or cynical, or snarky.  

Because science fiction also is about hopeful futures, about people using technology to improve situations, about exploring what family, friendship, being human means.  The original Star Trek, one of the few true Science Fiction television shows, inspired a host of inventions and thousands of scientists and engineers, not to mention bringing women into the genre in droves.  Its utopian setting is often chided today as naive, but I guarantee Trek  buoyed a lot of spirits ground down by the darkest parts of the 60s.  

I don't have the hubris to say Kitra will be the Star Trek of the 21st Century (that's probably The Expanse :) ), but I hope it can be as inspirational to a new generation of fans.

Tell us more about your non-fiction writing and how it led to writing fiction.

It's actually the other way around.  My Dad, who gave me my love of SF, always wanted to be a Science Fiction writer.  I think he managed to write exactly one story before he died quite young.  I've been writing fiction since I was 14.   I turned in a story for extra credit in my math class, sophomore year.  Throughout the day, people kept telling me how much they liked it, which surprised me because how would they know?  Turns out the teacher read it aloud the next period!

My brother also wrote a lot of Science Fiction and Fantasy, and when I was 20, I helped him finish what I thought was a decent book called What is a Demon?  It got an impressive number of rejections. :)

I gave up on fiction for a while, becoming a space historian in 2006 specifically because my History of Science grad school professor told me that I'd never make a good historian. He  said I "lacked the proper philosophical underpinnings."  He showed me!

Then I was a journalist for a couple of years, then a law clerk, then I wrote a lot of copy while I was running a software company.  But I've always wanted to write fiction.  Galactic Journey was sort of a transition point, non-fictional writing by a fictional me.

After I started the Journey, whenever I was between jobs, I'd always crank out a bunch of stories.  Some remain in the desk, many made it onto long lists, some made it into print.  Kitra started out as a novella, and not a very good one.  Many revisions and expansions later, I think I've found the beautiful sculpture that was under all that marble.



The book has illustrations by Lorelei E. Marcus - tell us about them.

I grew up reading the Wizard of Oz books and novels of the period.  They all had these great pictures illustrating key scenes.  That's something you just don't see anymore.  Also, most of the SF mags I read (in 1965, natch) have great interior art.

As it turns out, our daughter is quite a talented artist.  She ought to be; she's been studying and improving diligently for a decade now.  So I asked her if she'd be interested in producing pictures for the book.  

She did a great job, and being able to see my characters realized visually on the page is just the coolest thing.  Plus, my wife (Janice) edited the book, and she'll be reading the audiobook.  Kitra is really a family effort, which is neat.

You mention the “diverse, realistic” characters in Kitra. What does this mean to you and why is it important?

My daughter paid me a great compliment the other day.  She said she loved how the book showcases the importance and value of diversity without ever explicitly beating you over the head with it.  Kitra is bisexual.  So's Marta.  That's just a fact.  I don't use the word "bisexual;" it's just obvious in context.  

Both Kitra and Fareedh are of Middle Eastern extraction.  Their skin is dark.  The strong white guy isn't the hero (though he has some heroic qualities, I think).  Marta's the beautiful one.  She's also the heavy one.  Pinky's an alien:  asexual, weird-looking.  

I didn't specifically pick diverse characters, not really.  They say "write what you know," and I'm queer, and my mother was born in the Middle East.  But I'm hoping that people reading the book will like seeing ethnicities and backgrounds that haven't really made the foreground until recently.  

Most importantly, I hope readers see Kitra and her crew simply as people (and that includes Pinky).  Their nature informs who they are as characters, but it's their fundamental person-hood that is most important, that's universal.

With the coronavirus lockdown in place across the world, what are you watching and what are you reading? Is there time?

Oh sure.  I have to keep up to date on 1965, which fills a lot of my dance card.  Every month, it's Fantasy and Science Fiction (better since Avram Davidson left the editorship), Analog (Campbell needs to leave the editorship), and Galaxy.  I also read a couple of period fiction books each month.  Given the time and opportunity, I voraciously read nonfiction -- also usually period stuff.

But I also follow the current news, which isn't always the best for my mental well-being.  We watch a lot of anime (we just finished Violet Evergarden, a beautiful, wonderful treatment of PTSD), but most of the TV we watch is period.  Lorelei and I watch Burke's Law every Wednesday, and on Friday nights, it's Danger Man, followed by Password, then Rocky & Bullwinkle.  When Bonanza comes on, we turn off the set.

(if that sounds confusing, understand that our house is in a time bubble.  We have TV and radio stations that play stuff from exactly 55 years ago.)



How do you think the year 2020 will be remembered fifty-five years in the future?

Well, I'm kind of hoping I'll still be doing the Journey fifty-five years from now and lapping myself!  I hope we learn from this year as a cautionary tale.  In many ways we've recently traded progress for racist populism, sacrificed a lot of our country's great institutions (although, of course, when you look closely, there's never been a Golden Age.  There are always worms underneath the disturbed rock.)  These are the times that test souls.  I like to think we'll come out of it like tempered steel, stronger and better for it.  That's the lesson I've gotten from living in the past.  Things are hard.  They get better, if we work at it.

WorldCon and the Hugo Awards will take place online this year, which sounds both exciting and challenging. And possibly fun! What are your thoughts?

Worldcon used to cost $2 a ticket, although travel was more expensive back in the day.  The cost of attending Worldcon is so prohibitive these days that it's become exclusionary.  A cheaper, more easily attended Worldcon can help democratize the institution.

On the other hand, I do worry for those disabled in ways that make computer use difficult.  There's also something lost in the lack of physical proximity.  It's a great opportunity, but like you said: challenging.

Your short story, Andy and Tina, an alternate history, is the lead tale in the Sidewise-nominated anthology, Tales from Alternate Earths 2. Can you tell us about that?

Andy and Tina directly evolved from my space history work.  Early in the 2000s, I developed a game called "Sputniks."  It was a simulation of the Space Race with each superpower represented by teams of five, done in turns that spanned six months of historical time.  We would meet once or twice a year, and I'd run the teams through a year or two, wherein they dynamically wrote a timeline through their decisions.

In the Sputniverse, the Soviets made it to the Moon a few months after the Americans.  Bobby Kennedy won in '68 and got us out of Vietnam.  Gus Grissom made the first small step/giant leap.  Andrian Nikolaev took the second.

Andy and Tina is set in the Sputniverse in that alternate 1970 and stars Valentina Tereshkova.  Interspersed with the scenes, I've got snippets of a rock opera by The Kinks about Tereshkova and Nikolaev's marriage.  They never wrote it in our timeline, but it seemed something they might do in that one.  Anyway, it's kind of a somber piece, very hard science fiction, but I really like the ending.  I've got another story mostly written, in the same universe, called Flight of the Pegasus.

Have you more books or short stories to come? And what next for Galactic Journey?

Galactic Journey will keep plowing ahead, day by day.  We'll cover Star Trek when it comes out next year.  We'll watch the unfolding careers of new voices like Ursula K. LeGuin and Samuel R. Delany.  I'm looking forward to Octavia Butler.  I'm also enjoying revisiting the works of Larry Niven, which I grew up on.

Journey Press has got a whole line-up planned.  In June, we're releasing Tom Purdom's 1964 classic, I Want the Stars, which (I believe) is the first SF novel to star a person of color.  Next year, we're coming out with Rosel George Brown's Galactic Sibyl Sue Blue, corresponding with its debut in 1966.  Janice has a got a high fantasy gay romance called The Eighth Key coming out late this year.  We'll have more volumes of Rediscovery, eventually covering 30 years of science fiction.

As for me, my story Home Insurance is coming out in the Simultaneous Times podcast sometime this year.  I've got an 8500 word story called Clairvoyage that's never been able to find a home, though I think it's the best thing I've ever written, inspired by Cordwainer Smith (one of the best authors no one has ever heard of).  It's an awkward length for modern magazines, and maybe too literary.  At some point, it's going to be the anchor story for a collection called Clairvoyages, but I'd love it to see print before then.

I'm working on a gay romance set on a B-17 bomber in World War 2 called Closer than Brothers.  And Lorelei and I have teamed up to do a daily post/photo story about life during the Coronavirus, disguised as a silly science fiction story.  Those are my fun work. :)
Most importantly, there will be more stories in the Kitra saga.  I've plotted it out for ten books, actually -- one four book arc and a subsequent six book arc.  They'll all stand alone, of course, but the total story will be pretty epic.

But every journey begins with a single step, and every series starts with a successful debut novel.  I hope people love reading Kitra and want to see more.  I certainly want to write the rest of her story!

Thanks so much for the opportunity to share a bit of the behind-the-scenes on Galactic Journey and Kitra.  It's really been a lot of fun!


About Gideon Marcus:


Gideon Marcus is the founder of the Serling Award-winning and twice Hugo-nominated historical web project, Galactic Journey, Gideon Marcus is a science fiction writer and space historian. His alternate history story, Andy and Tina, is the lead tale in the Sidewise-nominated anthology, Tales from Alternate Earths 2. He lives in the San Diego area with his wife and their prodigy daughter as well as a matched pair of cats.

Wednesday, April 1, 2020

Kitra (Kitra, Book 1) by Gideon Marcus

Release date: March 16, 2020
Subgenre: Space Opera 


About Kitra:

 

Stranded in space: no fuel, no way home...and no one coming to help. Nineteen-year-old Kitra Yilmaz dreams of traveling the galaxy like her Ambassador mother. But soaring in her glider is the closest she can get to touching the stars--until she stakes her inheritance on a salvage Navy spaceship.On its shakedown cruise, Kitra's ship plunges into hyperspace, stranding Kitra and her crew light years away. Tensions rise between Kitra and her shipmates: the handsome programmer, Fareedh; Marta, biologist and Kitra's ex-girlfriend; Peter, the panicking engineer, and the oddball alien navigator, Pinky. Now, running low on air and food, it'll take all of them working together to get back home.

 

Excerpt:

 

Chapter 1

Twelfth of Red, 306 Post Settlement of Vatan (2846, old calendar)
At 1,000 meters above the ground, my right wing dipped down, and I felt a lurch in my stomach as if I were going over a waterfall. The east edge of the city sprawled out before my right window at an increasing angle. The invisible columns of hot air that were the source of lift for my sailplane had disappeared. My fault. I shouldn’t have gotten dis­tracted. There was no time to worry about that now, though. I spiraled in ever widening circles, trying to find my lost lift. I had to do it by feel, sensing for tell-tale little changes in vertical speed, an increase in pressure of the seat against me. But there was nothing; just a sinking feeling as my ears popped, heading downward.
A glance at the altimeter showed I had passed 750 meters. I was running out of options. I could keep hunting for the thermals rising from the hot plains at the edge of the city, but if they weren’t there anymore, that would mean a hard landing far from the gliderport. For a moment, I considered just riding all the way down anyway and activating the emergency antigravity brake, a tiny battery powered thing that would slow my descent in the last seconds before landing. I grimaced at the thought. I’d never had to use it before, and it would be an embarrassment, an admission of failure. Not to mention a long walk home.
I squinted at the distant towers of Denizli. That was an option. It was about 39 o’ clock, and the sun had warmed the downtown streets and plazas for twenty hours. They might provide enough lift. Then again, they might not. It was nearly sunset. Anyway, flying at low al­titude over the capital was a sure way to run into the air traffic cops.
I continued my spiral, flaps fully off, trying to maximize my glideslope to get somewhere, anywhere there might be lift. I was al­ready down to 500 meters. I looked around for a ridge or hill. Maybe I could use the wind that blows upward when a horizontal breeze hits a slope? No, no luck. All the good ones were too far away.
Bright light filled the cockpit, dazzling me for a moment. The glancing rays of the setting sun reflected off the ocean, shimmering all the way to the limits of vision. I hadn’t realized I was so close to the shore. Shielding my eyes from the glare, I grinned. Of course! I knew where to find a ridge after all. An invisible one.
I waited until the plane was facing the shore and then straight­ened out, making a beeline for the ocean. Would I have enough time? I looked down and swallowed. Suburban houses, stores, a school, were drifting uncomfortably closer and closer beneath me. Then, at 150 me­ters, buildings gave way to a sprawling stretch of beach. It curved away on both sides for kilometers, to skyscrapers toward the city, to preserved parkland in the other direction. I headed toward the green­ery, aiming for the source of lift I knew existed parallel to the shore.
The altimeter read 100 meters as I sailed over the crashing break­ers. The glider jerked in the chaotic air flow, and I gripped the con­trols tightly to keep it steady. My back pressed into the seat as the plane’s wings caught the winds that zoomed up where the warm air of the land met the colder air above the sea. The plane jittered, then smoothed out, climbing faster and faster. In no time, I was at 300 me­ters and still rising, wisps of marine layer clouds breaking across the glider’s wingtips as I soared above them. The greenish sky of Vatan was turning gold in the sunset, and the planet’s rings formed an arch that started at the horizon and vaulted high overhead. I breathed a sigh of relief and punched a fist against my knee in victory.
At 2000 meters, more than high enough to make it back to the gliderport, I eased the plane into a smooth bank, aiming for the traffic pattern that would eventually get me home. Then I gave my forehead a little rap for my lapse of concentration. Soaring is something you can do for hours on end, and it’s easy to slide into a sort of trance, letting your hands guide the glider on their own while your mind wanders. That’s when you get into trouble.
I settled into my seat, blowing out a breath. But even with that ob­ject lesson, now that the danger had passed, my thoughts went right back to what had distracted me in the first place. The decision I’d been so sure of last night.
Once again, I got those butterflies in my stomach that had nothing to do with flying, at least not directly. Was this really going to be my final flight? Was I really going to sell my glider? I loved soaring, and I loved my little plane. It had given me good service for two years. Flying in it had become almost as familiar, as easy as walking. Did I really want to give it up? Could I?
I looked out the right window, watching the setting sun ignite the ocean horizon with green flame. It was a sight I never got tired of.
I bit my lip. It wouldn’t just be the glider. It’d be selling virtually everything I owned, just to start the next phase of my plan. Ridding myself of a lifetime of security. It would be safer to just pick out a col­lege, plan a career. If I wanted to follow in my late mother’s footsteps, I could get a degree in interstellar studies and join the state depart­ment. In fifteen years, maybe only ten, I’d be eligible for a diplomatic mission off-planet. It was what my uncle, my mother’s brother, want­ed me to do. It was the safe route.
I shook my head. No. That wasn’t the course for me. It was too long, and the pay-off might never happen. I needed to stick to the plan.
Next week, Marta and I would go to the auction yards where they sold second-hand and decommissioned spaceships. In my bank ac­count would be my inheritance plus the proceeds of the sale of nearly all of my possessions, including the glider. It should be enough to buy a ship of my very own. Once I assembled a crew, I wouldn’t be Kitra Yilmaz anymore. I’d be Captain Kitra Yilmaz.
That thought dispelled the last of my doubts. I smiled and gave the control panel a fond pat, a goodbye embrace. Then I steered for home.
From now on, the soaring I’d do would be among the stars.
 

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About Gideon Marcus:

Gideon Marcus is the founder of the Serling Award-winning and twice Hugo-nominated historical web project, Galactic Journey, Gideon Marcus is a science fiction writer and space historian. His alternate history story, “Andy and Tina,” is the lead tale in the Sidewise-nominated anthology, Tales from Alternate Earths 2. He lives in the San Diego area with his wife and their prodigy daughter as well as a matched pair of cats.

 

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