Bookshelf: It Came from the Great Salt Lake

Anthologies generally don’t make a writer lots of money. Instead, their best functions are 51T-ZtfOjaL._SX321_BO1,204,203,200_networking, marketing, and validation. Participation in an anthology introduces you to the writers and editors involved. It can also introduce your work to the readers of other participants in the anthology. And it can get your foot in the door with convention organizers, librarians, writing retreats, and publishers.

It Came from the Great Salt Lake is an anthology of horror stories all tied to the Salt Lake valley. In good horror fashion, many of these are tales of terrifying justice and the universe righting itself. I don’t know all these writers, but having read the stories I’ll keep an eye out for them now.

My favorite tales include:

  • Not one, but two stories of vengeful, spirit-infused teddy bears (who knew?), by E.J. Harker and Jaren K. Rencher.
  • John M. Olsen’s claustrophobic tale of a collapsing cave.
  • Johnny Worthen’s re-reading of Salt Lake’s notoriously bad air quality (the valley is a bowl, and in the winter air can’t escape, so the smog piles up) as a story of consequences and reckoning.
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Bookshelf: Duskfall

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Winter’s wedding to the mysterious refugee Knot is hard enough for the fact that she’s marrying a human, rather than a fellow elf. When the ceremony is interrupted by the irruption of a gang of thugs, Winter’s marriage and her life are both ripped apart, and she is launched on a journey fraught with destiny.

Christopher Husberg’s breathtaking debut fantasy novel Duskfall manages to be dark without being hopeless, savage without being ugly, and wise without being pedantic. This is a stunning debut, and bodes well for the four books to come in the series.

Imagine a world in which elves are a hated minority, banding together for safety in large cities. The Empire’s faith may be a crumbling fraud . . . or the heretic prophetess preaching against it and claiming to have recovered the faith’s original and lost scriptures may be a deluded fool. Wizards are drug addicts. Monks are murderers and mad scientists. Vampires save and villains repent. Mighty beings lie at the door of this world and knock, seeking entrance, but it is unclear whether they are angels or devils.

No one has clear vision, and death taints everything.

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Bookshelf: Sleeper Protocol

51oKxm+5Z0L._SX331_BO1,204,203,200_The subject wakes up. He doesn’t remember, but he dreams, and in his dreams he’s a soldier. He reacts to certain situations and objects with the instincts of a soldier, too. When the hospital releases him on walkabout, he travels with a helping voice in his head and apparently unlimited credit.

And, it turns out, a sword hanging over his head.

Because the subject is part of a secret and contentious experiment. If he can recover his memories and identity, he may help restore lost vitality that earth needs in its present conflicts. And if he can’t…

why, they’ll just kill him, of course.

Kevin Ikenberry’s SLEEPER PROTOCOL is THE BOURNE IDENTITY meets Jack Campbell’s THE LOST FLEET. This is crisp military science fiction at its thrill-ride best.

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Bookshelf: Blood Song

41J1bb0IX5L._SX309_BO1,204,203,200_Celia Graves is a bodyguard to the rich, famous, eccentric, and decadent, so there’s nothing obviously unusual about her guarding Prince Rezza of Rusland–a small, independent, eastern European country important for its natural gas reserves. Until, that is, when in coming out of the fourth strip club for the evening, the party is attacked by vampires.

Celia quickly finds herself transformed into something both more and less than human, entangled both with the master vampire who condemned her to that fate and a demon with more sinister plans. Enter an ensemble worthy of an epic D&D campaign–wizard, paladin, werewolf, psychic–and you’ve got a recipe for adventure.

Blood Song is set in a cheerfully dangerous world of paranormal thrills. Cie Adams and Cathy Clamp have given us a memorable protagonist who is herself at constant risk of being one of the monsters she fights.

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Cap and Ball

DragoonThis last Sunday I was in Denver and my friend Mario offered to take me shooting. He was too kind to say this, but I think he’d read some of my stories with cap and ball pistols in them (THE KIDNAP PLOT and CITY OF THE SAINTS both feature cap and ball guns) and he wanted to show me the errors of my ways.

So we hit an outdoor range in the greater Denver area at 9:00 am Sunday morning. Mario brought a nice collection of replica guns: a Colt Dragoon (here upright in the stand to be loaded with the four paper cartridges in the background and two loose bullets), and three smaller pistols — pocket caliber, Navy caliber,Calibers and Army caliber. He taught me to load them with pre-prepared paper cartridges as well as with loose powder and patch (I think my big omission in my stories was to leave out greasing the cylinder (we used mutton fat), which Mario did with a period-authentic spatula).

These guns are fun to shoot. They shoot straight, even when aimed by a newbie like me. They throw out a big cloud of smoke that you see, smell, and taste. They’re beautiful and they punch a big hole.

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Oh yeah, and they spit a cloud of flame.

Mario (author of the sly and rollicking Felix Gomez books) is a font of knowledge on cap and ball, so not only did I see and practice good technique, we had a wide-ranging conversation on history and practice that drifted back into the Thirty Years War and forward to the Battle of Campeche, with a little World War I thrown in for a bonus).

Here’s Mario greasing the cylinder:

Yep, that’s mutton fat.

 

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Bookshelf: Death by Cliché

51arIko-qcL._SX328_BO1,204,203,200_Bob Defendi appears in this book as the source of its epigrammatic chapter headings (“Please. Not another chapter quote.” — Bob Defendi) and also as its protagonist, Bob Damico. For good measure, Death by Cliché features his character sheet and thumbnail drawing as an annex. Bob also appears in every humor-soaked line.

The point of this book is not the story, which throws Shakespeare into convulsive fits in his grave by beginning with the protagonist’s death and ending with the same protagonist’s wedding (okay, his making out) (and hoping that his partner in smooching is not being played by a man). The point of the book, as Defendi disarmingly says up front, is different:

You see, this book isn’t a murder mystery. It’s not a heartwarming tale of overcoming massive brain trauma. It’s about gamers.

True to his title, Defendi then packs in every cliché, reversed cliché, cliché turned inside out, and joke about gamers he can into this slim volume. In lesser hands, this might get tired. In the impish stylings of Bob Defendi, it’s comic gold.

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Bookshelf: Blood Curse

51hI+7sXLdL._SX323_BO1,204,203,200_Blood Curse opens on the same brutal ground as the first book of Jake Lasater’s adventures, Blood Ties — in Jake’s origin story. In Blood Ties we saw him obey his pointless order to sacrifice his life and his men’s mives on Jackinaw Ridge during the civil war. In Blood Curse we start with Jake’s memories of waking up as an army surgeon amputates his limbs, before replacing them with clockwork counterparts. This, it turns out, is a vision Jake Lasater relives nightly.

By day, Jake’s life isn’t much easier. The Emperor Norton — insane, or superspy? — has given Jake evidence that Jake’s father was murdered by the President of the Empire of Texas. Jake’s quest for the truth will thrust him into the middle of a war between Texas and the Free States, even as his entanglements with the mysterious Lady Corina Dănești leads him into conflicts darker and larger still.

This is steampunk from the rugged, adventuring side of the genre. The corsets here conceal razor-sharp steel fans, and Jake Lasater is Rooster Cogburn with mechanical limbs and a romantic subplot worthy of Bram Stoker.

Hey, if you like steampunk, remember that my own novel The Kidnap Plot was just released from Knopf. Look for it everywhere!

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Seven Days of Trumpets

THE KIDNAP PLOT releases today. For the next seven days, you’ll see me posting 3+ times a day about the book. I PROMISE, after a week, I’ll taper off. And I’ll try to share things in the posts — reviews, performances, art, etc., to add some variety. If you wouldn’t mind resharing a couple of my posts, that would be great.

So far starters, here’s Knopf’s catalog entry for the book.

 

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Bookshelf: The Year’s Best Military SF & Space Opera (2014)

51fYpUjvHKL._SX327_BO1,204,203,200_The Year’s Best has a longish title, so I will abbreviate it. The title is also pretty direct and thorough; some of these stories are crunchy and technical military science fiction (e.g., Linda Nagata’s “Codename: Delphi”, which follows a “handler” through a day in her life monitoring the battlefield activity of multiple soldiers simultaneously, as well as her internal struggle to stay focused, stay committed, and even just stay), while others are freewheeling space opera (David D. Levine’s “The End of the Silk Road” is a full-on space-operatic PI story set on the lush jungle planet of Venus).

Closet hobby anthropologist and rooter for small peoples that I am, I should say that one of my person favorites in this collection is Derek Künsken’s “Persephone Descending,” about Quebec’s colonization of Venus and its exploration by the new coureurs des bois.

In addition to the stories themselves (universally excellent . . . hey, maybe the year’s best), this anthology boasts two fascinating historical introductions. David Afsharirad, taking as his springboard the perennial wail that the short story is dead, explores short fiction as one of the great roots of science fiction. Then David Drake writes an equally engaging history, tracing the development of military sf and space opera, from his perspective as a “fan.” From start to finish, this anthology is worth the price of admission.

Baen readers note: I’m part of the Baen family myself now, working on the edits to WITCHY EYE, the first in a forthcoming epic blackpowder fantasy trilogy.

All readers: TOMORROW (June 14, 2016) is my big press debut. Check out THE KIDNAP PLOT here.

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Bookshelf: The Finger Trap

51xTxRuF5HL._SX331_BO1,204,203,200_Tony Flaner can’t get his act together. He bumps from job to job, propelled by ennui and sarcasm. Despite having planned the date of his divorce years in advance (his son’s fourteenth birthday, plus four months), when the day comes his stuff isn’t packed and he isn’t ready. When his wife’s lover comes to dinner and Tony flings a gob of quiche at the man, he can’t even hit him.

Those problems pale, though, when a stoned one-night stand ends with Tony’s date dead on the bed and Tony in handcuffs.

Johnny Worthen’s The Finger Trap is wiseass slacker noir improbably but convincingly set in Salt Lake City. Reading this book is like listening to your crazy raconteur neighbor tell you about the worst weekend of his life. It’s a train wreck, but it’s hilarious, and you just can’t walk away.

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