Pirate Sun
Aug 28, 2008
In case you mis-typed
No, I didn't write this one. But I'm sure "Gwen Westwood" would be thrilled if you bought her book
It's uncanny, really, but the guy in this picture looks exactly like I imagined Chaison Fanning to look, and the woman looks precisely like Venera Fanning (it's that particular quality of vapid emptiness in the eyes...).
Oh, and the hair. I'm sure Venera would wear hers that way.
Go on and buy it! You know you want to.
Aug 08, 2008
Another great Pirate Sun review
"In the same league as the best SF ever has had to offer..."
Well, I guess I can finally relax. I'd been worried about my choices in crafting the Virga series, because everybody seemed to have opinions about where the story should go next, and their ideas never seemed to jibe with my own. "Hayden Griffin has to come back in book three!" "The third book needs to go outside Virga and look at Artificial Nature!" And on and on. I had this terrible feeling as I was writing Pirate Sun that I was crafting a book that would please no one, and I let it go to Tor's production department with something of a feeling of dread.
Yet now, Ernest Lilley, over at SFRevu.com, has this to say:
In the Virga saga, Schroeder demonstrates that he is capable of rich characters, exciting action, compelling plot, and very solid science. ...It's fun in the same league as the best SF ever has had to offer, fully as exciting and full of cool science as work from the golden age of SF, but with characterization and plot layering equal to the scrutiny of critical appraisers.
Aug 07, 2008
Great review of Pirate Sun on Sci Fi UK
They say "planetary romance is alive and well"
Britain's Sci Fi UK website has a smashing review of Pirate Sun. It's worth quoting at length:
This series by Schroeder succeeds remarkably on two distinct levels. Actually, three levels if you count the hybrid fusion of its two modes as a separate success itself.
On the one hand, the series exemplifies all the many wonders inherent in the Big Dumb Object-or "extremely alien environment"-mode of SF. ...Schroeder has conjured up a mind-croggling "steel beach" to add to the genre's rich roster of such places, worked out its mechanics and cultures with masterful ingenuity, and then figured out what kind of adventure such a place would best support...
But on top of this, he has found a way to legitimately recreate the melodramatic thrills found most prominently in the literature from what editor and critic David Pringle calls "the Age of the Storytellers." The exploits of Chaison and Venera, and the gleeful yet bloody-minded pellmell tone and pace of the telling, hark back to Robert Louis Stevenson, Alexander Dumas and, of course, Edgar Rice Burroughs.
Aug 04, 2008
Pirate Sun is out!
The third Virga book brings back some old friends... and jousting cities
Sales seem brisk on Amazon, even though the official release date is tomorrow; and people are telling me that they've been seeing it in the stores and buying it already (thanks, Fred!). There seems to be a gratifying level of interest out there, and early reviews have been highly favourable.
Let me warn you, though: Pirate Sun is the most adrenalin-packed of the three Virga books. I know the first two just tore along, with sword-fights, boarding parties, naval/aerial battles and lots of intrigue. Pirate Sun ups the ante on all this stuff. It's a cross between The Odyssey and The Three Musketeers, and starts with a prison-break unlike any you've ever heard of (I guarantee that!). Along the way you'll encounter a Virgan flood (also unlike anything else you've seen) and a battle between two cities where they throw whole neighbourhoods while trying to encircle and absorb one another. (A little hint about that: the fantastic cover art by Stephan Martiniere is actually an accurate rendering of a scene from that part of the book.)
I'm now in the middle of editing the fourth book, The Sunless Countries. Don't despair: Pirate Sun wraps up the major plotlines that were kicked off in Sun of Suns. The Sunless Countries will expand the world of Virga in new directions, introduce some new characters, and answer some of the questions raised in the earlier books.
Jul 27, 2008
In my hot little hands...
Is the first printed copy of Pirate Sun. Huzzah!
Oh, this is going to be fun.
Jul 14, 2008
Read the Prologue to Pirate Sun
It's out in three weeks... here's a teaser
“One thing I can guarantee,” said Venera Fanning. “There has never been a prison break quite like this one.”
The barrel-shaped tugboat was so old that moss had spread continents over its hull, and tufts of grass jutted from its seams like hairs from an old man’s chin. The powerful drone of the vessel’s engines, as its small crew tested them, put a lie to any impression that it was feeble, however. In fact the bone-rattling noise of the test quickly drove Venera and her small group away from the drydock framework that enclosed the tug.
Venera turned away from it and squinted past the light of Slipstream's sun. The city of Rush spread across half the sky, its gaily bannered habitat cylinders turning majestically among wisps of cloud. It was mid-day and the air was full of airships, winged human forms, and here and there cavorting dolphins.
One figure had detached itself from the orderly streams of flying people, and was approaching. Venera saw that it was a member of her private spy network, a nondescript young man dressed in flying leathers, his toeless shoes pushing down on the stirrups that drove the mechanical wings strapped to his back. He hove to and she admired the sheen of sweat on his shoulders as he saluted. “Here's the latest photos.” He proffered a thick envelope; Venera took it, forgetting about him instantly, and tore it open.
Her fingers rose of their own accord to touch the scar on her jaw as she looked at what the pictures revealed: the planes and corners of a stone prison that hovered alone in cloudy skies. Not one building, but six or seven that had been lashed together over the decades, the blocky, boulder-like edifice hung half-wreathed in its own fog bank. The blocks, spheres and triangles of the Falcon New Prison were of various architectural styles and colors, literally thrown together and hybridized with clumsy wooden bridges and rope-and-chain lashings into one cancerous monster whose only common element was that all its windows were barred.
With no gravity to flatten it, the composite prison was stable enough; storms were rare on the edge of civilization and there were no obstacles for the place to run into in its endless drift. The New Prison was a child of neglect, a forgotten mote on the fringe of the vast cloud of worker's dormitories, collective farms and planned cities that was Falcon Formation. Most of the cargo delivered here was on a one-way journey.
Venera intended to make an unscheduled pick-up.