Saturday, December 23, 2017

Christmas on Iago Prime (A Year on Iago Prime, Book 2) by Cora Buhlert

Release date: December 9, 2017
 Subgenre: Holidays short story, Space colonisation

About Christmas on Iago Prime: 

 

Eight-year-old Libby has come with her parents to spend a year at the newly established colony on the planet Iago Prime. Libby's parents believe that this is a great opportunity for all of them, but Libby is unhappy on Iago Prime. There are no other children on Iago Prime and Libby can't go anywhere, because she doesn't even have a space suit. Worst of all, they will spend Christmas on Iago Prime, where there aren't even any Christmas trees.

However, Libby's parents, with a little help from Santa Claus himself, conspire to give Libby an unforgettable Christmas on Iago Prime.

This is a science fictional Christmas story of 6700 words or approx. 22 print pages.

Excerpt:

 

Outer space was boring.
Libby would’ve never thought that she’d ever say those words, especially since all the vid dramas always made a trip to outer space look so very exciting.
But vid dramas, so Mom and Dad always said, weren’t the truth. And the truth was that outer space was boring, so very, very boring.
Libby’s parents were scientists, stationed for a “tour of duty”, as they called it, on the newly settled world of Iago Prime to “evaluate the viability of the colony established there”, whatever the hell that meant.
Whenever Libby’s parents went somewhere, it inevitably meant that Libby had to go there as well. And absolutely no one ever asked her how she felt about that or whether she wanted to go at all.
Up to now, Mom and Dad’s assignments had only taken a few weeks or months at most. They jetted off somewhere — a deep sea colony, an Antarctic research base, Luna City or even the Mars colony — did their evaluations, wrote their reports and that was it. They never stayed for very long anywhere, never long enough that it was a problem, at any rate.
But Iago Prime was different. It was much further away than anywhere else, for starters, and therefore, Libby’s parents were supposed to stay for eleven months — almost a whole year — on Iago Prime.
Worse, they’d left in October, which meant that they’d spent Christmas here on Iago Prime. And wherever the jobs of Libby’s parents had taken them, they’d always made sure to spend Christmas at home in Boston on Earth. It was — like — the law, an absolute rule that could never be violated.
Until this year. Until Iago Prime.
Libby’s parents always made a big ado about how great it was for her to experience all those different worlds and cultures while growing up. Cause research had shown that getting to experience a whole lot of different worlds and cultures as a kid was beneficial for future development. It made individuals more open-minded and was an effective antidote against the sort of narrow-minded patriotism and nationalism that had almost destroyed the world in the previous centuries.
However, no one had ever asked Libby how she felt about being uprooted and dragged to a different place, even a different planet all the time. Okay, so she figured being raised to be open-minded was a good thing — it sounded like a good thing, at any rate. As for that whole “antidote against narrow-minded patriotism and nationalism” thing, Libby wasn’t quite sure what all that meant. But there had been a lot of wars in the previous centuries — Libby had seen pictures and vids — and there weren’t any now, so she supposed that was a good thing, too.
But she still didn’t understand why those undeniably good things required moving somewhere else all the time. Why couldn’t she become more open-minded and get the antidote against whatever, while staying put in one place?
Because to be honest, this constant moving around was annoying. Cause whenever Libby had made friends somewhere, she had to leave and move somewhere else, cause Mom and Dad’s job was finished. And back home in Boston, she didn’t have any friends either, because who’d want to be friends with someone who was never there?
Mom and Dad didn’t seem to mind — in fact, Libby wasn’t even sure, if they had friends at all. But Libby minded. Because she wanted to have friends, good friends like the kids in all those vid series who went swimming or played sports together and had adventures.
“But you’re having adventures, dear,” Mom had once said, when Libby complained about that, “You’re visiting places that most people never get to see, let alone most kids.”
Libby didn’t care. She’d rather have friends.

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About Cora Buhlert:

Cora Buhlert was born and bred in North Germany, where she still lives today – after time spent in London, Singapore, Rotterdam and Mississippi. Cora holds an MA degree in English from the University of Bremen and is currently working towards her PhD. 
Cora has been writing, since she was a teenager, and has published stories, articles and poetry in various international magazines. She is the author of the Silencer series of pulp style thrillers, the Shattered Empire space opera series, the In Love and War science fiction romance series, the Helen Shepherd Mysteries and plenty of standalone stories in multiple genres. When Cora is not writing, she works as a translator and teacher.

 

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Friday, December 22, 2017

Speculative Fiction Links of the Week for December 22, 2017


It's time again for the weekly round-up of interesting links about speculative fiction from around the web, this week witha whole lot about Star Wars: The Last Jedi (spoilers mostly marked, but reader beware), Star Trek,  The Secret of NIMH, Arthur C. Clarke at 100 as well as the usual mix of awards news, writing advice, interviews, reviews, awards news, con reports, crowdfunding campaigns, science articles and free online fiction. 

Speculative fiction in general:

Celebrating Arthur C. Clarke at 100:

Comments on Star Wars: The Last Jedi (spoilers marked, but reader beware):

Comments on Star Trek:

Comments on The Secret of NIMH:

Awards:

Writing, publishing and promotion:

Interviews:

Reviews:

Crowdfunding:

Con reports:

Science and technology:

Free online fiction:

Odds and ends: 

Thursday, December 21, 2017

Piercing the Veil by Guy Riesen

Release date: December 14, 2017
Subgenre. Horror 

About Piercing the Veil:

 

What do flesh-eating cell phones, brain-enhancing tacos, and a real live dead foot have in common?

They're all tools in the destruction of our world, and a weapons-grade team of heavily-armed Miskatonic University nerds may be humanity’s last hope.

Something is ripping holes in the Veil of energy that separates our world from that of the ancient evils writhing just beyond what we think is reality. Time is running out for Professors Derrick LeStrand, Howard Strauss and their team of researchers as they race to hunt down a mysterious Frenchman who wields Necromantic Death Magic unlike anything they’ve seen before.
Tearing open psychological wounds from Derrick’s past, the cabalistic sorcerer is gathering ancient icons of power to pierce the Veil and bring down the only thing shielding mankind from the relentless horrors beyond.
If they fail, the only questions that will remain are who will live in servitude to the Great Old Ones and who will die…and who will supply Derrick with tacos?
Set against the backdrop of a world where H.P. Lovecraft was not a fiction writer, but a Sweep, a special operative trained to protect the collective sanity of the human race with misinformative blends of fact and fiction … where the Dungeons and Dragons Monster Manual is little more than a slightly skewed Audubon Field Guide, and the monster movies you grew up with are more documentary than not.

It’s Lovecraftian Lethal Weapon cranked to eleven.

 

Excerpt:

 

Why is it Breathing?
Derrick watched giant clawed, skeletal hands dig deep gouges in the wooden floor as a massive skull rose from the jagged hole in the center of the room, lifting through a rain of falling ceiling plaster and clattering splinters. Its ragged, yellow teeth looked impossibly large as they gnashed at the wet chunks of dirt slipping through the gaps between its bones, shattered teeth, and remnants of tissue to splat in dark globs of earth that writhed with beige worms and pale maggots.
Derrick could hear the thing’s wheezing breath that, even without lungs behind the massive cracked and splintered rib cage, exhaled a charnel stench of rotting viscera mingled with the copper tang of old blood. The smell was putrescent, a thick miasma that coated Derrick’s tongue, crawling to the back of his throat. As the thing heaved itself bit by bit, through the tear in reality, he turned his head and vomited the remnants of his Burger Queen lunch.
 Ah man, why is that skeleton breathing?
Derrick’s thoughts were slippery and faded almost as quick as they came. He tried to lever himself up against the wall but a pain worse than he’d ever felt exploded from his thigh and his body refused to get up. His vision split and swam, a slow spin that rotated left then snapped back. Double vision and vomiting … that’s not good.
Derrick tried to look down at his legs. There was blood, but he couldn’t focus. He shook his head and regretted it when a wicked pain lanced from the base of his skull to rip at his optic nerves.
Squinting his eyes, he tried to resolve the two giant skeletal figures into one. The creature was pushing its body up through the shattered floorboards. Grave dirt pattered a tattoo matching the wet slopping sounds of torn and pulped organs falling free from the bones, the earthen placenta of an obscenely large desecrated grave.
Derrick fought to remain coherent against the mental assault of what he was seeing. Too many organs, he thought watching thick ropes of intestine spill to the floor, loops catching and tearing on the splintered jagged edges of the hole. Then more, tumbling out with slick masses of wet earth … and more.
Where’s that dirt coming from … we’re on the second floor?
Why can I only see black beneath the floorboards? 
Seeing the rip in reality was like staring at a sheet of black carbon nanotubes … flat-black, nothing. There was no howling sound, no glinting of light, but an opening, a void, a gate … to somewhere else.
With a thick sucking sound, the colossus pulled its giant rotten emaciated feet from the hole in the floor. Chunks of gelatinous flesh sloughed from the bones, sounding like jello squeezed through fingers. The peeling flesh looked strange with skin of different colors mixed with the gray-green pallor of rot. Loose muscle stripped off like string cheese, but didn’t seem to match the bones and tendons. The thing squatted, covering the shrinking rip in reality that had birthed it, hunched in the squalid room that was much too small to contain it. Derrick gasped as the gate between its feet snapped shut.

 

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About Guy Riessen:


Guy Riessen is an American author of contemporary dark fiction spanning the science fiction, horror, fantasy and crime genres. Born in 1967 in South Dakota, he grew up in the Southern California beach town of Huntington Beach. He moved to the San Francisco Bay Area in 1985, graduated with a degree in English from UC Berkeley, and has been living in the wild lands north of San Francisco ever since. After nearly two decades of creating artwork in the visual effects industry for feature films, he returned to his first passion: writing speculative fiction.

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Wednesday, December 20, 2017

Back to Black (The Black Parade, Book 4) by Kyoko M.

Release date: December 4, 2017
Subgenre: Urban fantasy

About Back to Black: 

 

Seer and demon slayer Jordan Amador has had it rough lately: separated from her husband the archangel Michael, hated by the angels who think she betrayed them, hunted by demons who want her dead or enslaved, and rejected by her friends and family for lying to them. Disgraced and miserable, she’s all but ready to lay down and die until another Seer named Myra Bennett saves her life. Myra gives Jordan a new mission: to wipe out a nest of demons that are terrorizing her family as well as the innocent people of Houston, Texas. Jordan goes undercover to infiltrate the demons’ nest and figure out how to eliminate them. Meanwhile, she’s locked in a deadly game with the archdemon Belial, who constantly visits her night after night in her dreams to convince her to give him her soul. Between the insanely gorgeous, but dangerous archdemon poking around in her head and the vicious creatures surrounding her, she’s not sure how much longer she can survive.

Back to Black takes place between She Who Fights Monsters and The Holy Dark in the Black Parade series.

Excerpt:

 

I took the rose, snapped the stem in half, and threw it away. “Get to the point, asshole. What do you want?”
Belial breathed in, as if summoning more of his patience, and fixed me with a steady stare. The five archdemons of Hell had the same mark of royalty—slitted pupils instead of round ones. He reminded me of a snake when he stared at me like that, and it wasn’t far from the truth. There was nothing he wanted more than to devour me whole. I suppressed a small shudder at the thought.
“To chase you.”
I stared at him. “What?”
He grinned. “You heard me, Seer. Run.”
“What are you, nine? I’m not playing Hide-and-Seek with you, especially since you just said I’m mostly dead right now.”
“It’s less of Hide-and-Go-Seek,” he said, folding his arms behind him. “More Hide-and-Go-Freak, if that is still the colloquialism.”
It took me several seconds to speak, and the response came through my clenched teeth. “You have exactly three seconds to get away from me before I strangle you to death.”
“Skipping the foreplay, are we?”
“Look, if you’re going to try to kill me or assault me, we’re going to square off. I’m not a coward. I don’t run. I’ve killed you before and I’ll do it again, with or without my body.”
He arched a thin eyebrow. “You will, will you? Go ahead. Summon a weapon. Kill me, Seer. I dare you.”
I lowered my right hand and focused all my energy into forming a Smith & Wesson .9mm semiautomatic. It materialized in my hand—heavy, formidable, and reliable.
I raised the gun to his head and pulled the trigger.
Belial lifted his hand and caught the freaking bullet.
I stared at the barrel of the gun in disbelief and then emptied the clip.
I couldn’t follow the motion, but I knew that I’d seen his arm and shoulder move. He opened his hand and all of the slugs clinked together on his palm.
Well, shit.
Belial tipped his hand over and let the bullets hit the grass. He looked up at me again and the serpentine smile on his lips made me shiver.
“Run.”
I threw the gun at him.
It whacked him dead in the forehead and he snarled in pained surprise. That was my only victory before I turned and ran at a dead sprint into the maze.
Right. Left. Right. Left. Left, left, left, right, right, left, right.
I didn’t think about it. No time to think. Act. Flee. Survive.
I’d been running for what felt like eons before my weary body forced me to stop. I found a corner and knelt in the cold, dark leaves of one of the maze shrubs, panting for air. This didn’t make any sense. Why had he brought me here? What was the point? And how was I going to get out of here?
 

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About Kyoko M:

Kyoko M is an author, a fangirl, and an avid book reader. Her debut novel, The Black Parade, has been on Amazon's Bestseller List at #5 in the Occult Horror category. She has a Bachelor of Arts in English Lit degree from the University of Georgia, which gave her every valid excuse to devour book after book with a concentration in Greek mythology and Christian mythology. When not working feverishly on a manuscript (or two), she can be found buried under her Dashboard on Tumblr, or chatting with fellow nerds on Twitter, or curled up with a good Harry Dresden novel on a warm central Florida night. Like any author, she wants nothing more than to contribute something great to the best profession in the world, no matter how small. 
 

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Tuesday, December 19, 2017

The Siege of Sirius: A Splintered Galaxy Novel by Eddie R. Hicks

Release date: December 12, 2017
Subgenre: Space opera

About The Siege of Sirius: 

 

The dream to travel to the stars has become the nightmare to escape from them.
Rebecca’s passion for space exploration made her a captain. Living through an alien invasion made her strong enough to endure the harshness of the galaxy.

Rebecca has been given the opportunity of a life time, command of the ESRS Carl Sagan an exploration and colonization starship. She along with her trusted crew embark on an expedition to establish the human race’s most remote colony located in the heart of the Sirius system.

Upon awaking from their multiyear cryostasis sleep, Rebecca and her crew quickly discovers that what exists in the Sirius system isn’t what scientists had predicted.

Not even remotely close.

Their journey to the brightest star in the skies of Earth has now become a dreadful catastrophe with the potential to reach Earth if left unchecked. With innocent colonists at risk and no means of communicating with Earth, Rebecca must abandon her primary mission of exploration in order to take on a new one, survival.

Fans of Star Trek, Mass Effect and Stargate will feel right at home with this standalone spin-off adventure part of the Splintered Galaxy series. It is not necessary to read any of the other books to enjoy this.

Excerpt:

 

A strong storm front pushed onto the east coast of America . . . and the rest of the world.
Plasma rained from the skies, it didn’t stop. Its thunderous roars leveled entire cities in a matter of minutes. Rebecca’s home was no longer safe.
Her eyes opened, her head throbbed with pain, her hair a disaster, and her teenage body pinned under a bookshelf. Every window shattered into thousands of fragments. The TV crashed onto the burning floor; seconds earlier it was playing the Emergency Alert System. Her home glowed red and orange as raging fires ripped through it, releasing intense heat and choking smoke in its wake. The ground rumbled, over and over.
Expensive posh curtains had been reduced to charred material, the staircase leading upstairs had all but collapsed. Her mother frantically yanked Rebecca back up after unburying her from the fallen bookshelf and debris amidst the hellfire inferno. Rebecca staggered slightly upon seeing the state of their once upscale neighborhood. It was as if the apocalypse was upon them.
Alien space ships appeared before the rising sun, spilling orbs of green plasma down onto the city of Nashville.
Her mother tugged on her arm trying to drag her out of the burning house and out and into her car. Only it’s not where Rebecca wanted to go, not yet at least. She broke free from her mother’s grip and darted to their backyard patio, past the searing, hot flames and black smoke. She couldn’t leave it behind, not after all the work she had put into earning enough money to buy it for her father. The telescope had to come with them during their escape, alien invaders were not going to take it away.
Rebecca had fond memories of growing up in this house over the last eighteen years of her life. She ran through its halls and rooms enough times to know how long it would take to run to the patio, then run back into the house and out the front door to freedom. Ignore the fire, heat, and smoke, and you got this, she told herself. Yes, there was no reason why she shouldn’t try to get the telescope before turning tail and fleeing.
Her mother panicked and pleaded with her to return as Rebecca made her way through the flames; pleading that went unanswered, Rebecca needed to focus on the task at hand. She arrived at the deck, it too was set ablaze. Her bare feet bled; she forgot to take into account the hot shards of glass littering the floor. Rebecca secured the telescope in her hands, refusing to look at and assess the damage done to her body.
There was one final task left; to escape with the telescope in hand. A task she didn’t plan out very well as she saw the flames that engulfed her home spread quickly. There was no safe route back to the driveway up front. The heat caused her to sweat profusely and the smoke forced her to cough nonstop.
She heard what sounded like her father calling out to her from inside. She tried to follow the source of his voice, in hopes that he might have found a safe route to travel inside the burning house. Her frantic search for her father’s voice came to an end when she was once again knocked backward in the wake of plasma bombardment from the alien invaders.


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About Eddie R. Hicks:

Eddie R. Hicks is a Canadian author known as a man of many talents, and for good reason. He’s educated in media arts, journalism, and culinary arts, and now he writes dark and sexy science-fiction thrillers such as the Splintered Galaxy series.

If he’s not working with skilled chefs in the restaurant industry, baking an epic red velvet cake for the hell of it, or playing video games, then he’s in front of his computer doing what he always dreamed of doing since he was a kid: storytelling.