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Here’s a look at what Angry Robot have coming for you over the period January to June 2016! We’ll be bringing you our particular recommends of all publishers together by month of publication. Note: Publication dates are liable to change and some jackets are still to come… |
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NOTE: Where normally we bring you an extract from the beginning of the book, we’ve been given an exclusive excerpt of Patrick S Tomlinson’s THE ARK jumping straight into the action at Chapter 7!
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| The starboard manipulator arm disintegrated into a violent swarm of tiny projectiles pinging off the acrylic sphere like a shotgun blast, leaving a dozen chips in the glass and sending the pod spinning out of control. | |
| “Mayday!”Benson shouted into the com as the Ark tumbled into and out of his view. “Mayday! I’m hit!” | |
| Only years spinning around in the Zero ring kept him from blacking out or throwing up. Warning lights blinked angrily all around him, while an alarm screamed throughout the tiny cabin loud enough to ring in his ears until his visor snapped shut, silencing them. | |
| “Mayday, does anyone copy?” Bursts of static filled his ears. “Mayday. I’m calling from inside the EVA pod.” |
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Agonizing seconds ticked by while Benson waited for a response. The pod’s gyrations continued unabated. The com was his only hope, he was way outside of the range of his plant’s wireless connection. Read the rest of this entry »
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| I savoured the sunrise from the eastern butte. Today’s was extraordinary: splashes of molten gold as if the sun had dripped burning liquid on the plains. The sand and the silhouette of the distant western ranges gained colour with each moment, turning pale pink like the chest feathers of the cheeky galahs that swept the plains. The mulla-mulla was in flower too after a recent rain –a carpet of deep purple. | |
| Birrimun Park: the last natural habitat in the world. | |
| My father gave his life to this place, and, if it came down to it, so would I. Birrimun was the only place in the world that I felt whole, and sane, which was why I was about to accept a deal with my previously estranged mother and give up my work as park ranger to become her spy. |
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I sighed loud enough that my horse, Benny’s, ears flicked back at me. Perhaps that was an overly dramatic summation of my current situation, but then life had taken some dramatic turns of late. Not so long ago, Nate Sixkiller of the US Marshal Service had joined Parks Southern as my colleague. I hadn’t welcomed the coupling, but I was beginning to tolerate it a little better than at first. I worked better alone, and so, I decided, did he.
Together, he and I were supposed to be assisting the Global Joint Intelligence Commission (GJIC) in their preparation to halt some kind of Other Worldly coup. Read the rest of this entry »
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| The Pig’s Head | |
| Dake Tillamandil Mandasar, former Sword Champion of King Yoon’s Royal Guard, hero of the Second Mud-Orc War and heir to the Lordship of the House of Emeralds, Vagandrak’s largest ruling family, squinted at the pig’s severed head dominating the long feasting table laid out before him. Granted, the head had been cooked to perfection; skin crisp, meat succulent and steaming, the red apple lodged in its mouth both inviting and in a position for comedy banter; agreed, the head had been placed centrally on a huge, expertly etched silver platter, the edges worked with intricate care and skill by some master craftsmen at the pinnacle of his guild artifice; and yes, granted, the flowering garnish which surrounded the cooked pig’s head like a generous forest of autumnal colour and culinary precision would have made all of King Yoon’s eighty-five Master Chefs weep into their onion soup bowls, such was the artistry with which lettuce and onions had been skilfully carved, potatoes and aubergines arranged just so, carrots and broccoli meshing together to craft a creative tapestry of wonder, begging even the most ardent of carnivores to dive naked and drooling into this feast of lightly seasoned vegetables. |
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Dake stared. The pig stared back.
“But I… I never ordered that!” said Dake, his vision locked to the doll eyes of the dead pig. Its eyes were small and black as ink. He felt they were watching him… carefully. With an educated understanding. Read the rest of this entry »
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| Whatever he was, he was not quite a man. The bailiff found the soldier hanging off a coiled bank of barbed wire running through the heart of Blackcap farmhouse. The soldier did not seem to feel pain and struggled in silence to free his arms and chest from the metal thorns. Though his features were well-defined – a blade of a nose and dark brows – the eyes were mindless, the mouth loose and undirected. No, not quite a man. | |
| The soldier bucked urgently against the new, coarse-cut wire, opening up a bloodless wound: his skin parted along a seam on his forearm, revealing pulpy flesh threaded with spokes of tightly-packed crimson seeds like a pomegranate. The bailiff grasped the hard pale sheen of the soldier’s wrist, just above the wound. The soldier’s uniform – overcoat and pack, a light khaki tunic with two breast-pockets, woollen trousers with a safety pin through the waistband, puttees and hob-nailed boots – smelt of damp earth and the chemical cleansers of the assembly line. He wore an armlet marked with two red letters: SB. |
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The bailiff knelt down and stroked the soldier’s close-cropped hair as if calming a child crying in the night.
“My name is James,” said the bailiff. Read the rest of this entry »
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| End Times | |
| A sliver of light cut through the void, shooting toward the center of the battle display. Every soul on the bridge, breaths collectively held, eyed its path as it streaked across space. The room was dead quiet, except for the droning voice counting down to the point of impact. An explosion the size of a thumbnail blinked and flowered to fill half the display, then darkened again. | |
| The bridge erupted into cheers as the Neptune Divinity flagship’s holographic avatar disappeared. But the celebration was short-lived. Captain Dustinius Monk’s voice cut through the chatter. | |
| “Station status!” he demanded. The grim news of the health of the ship trickled in. | |
| “Shield arms down,” a bridge acolyte said. | |
| “Mobility thrusters offline,” another added. | |
| “Aft hull breached.” |
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The two months following August are where publishers traditionally bring out their big guns ready for a certain festive season; that said August is a pretty heavyweight month as far as we’re concerned, with some cracking mass market paperbacks, not to mention trades and hardbacks of particular note.
And our top picks aren’t the end of the either, so check out the individual Publisher links for their July to December output: plenty more on those as well!
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Herein, via links to individual pages, lies the more-or-less complete output of UK SFF and major worldwide Graphic Novel publishers for July to December 2015! |
| We’ve applied selection criteria with the assumption that readers with a penchant for paranormal romance and titles more for the American market will have no problem finding those elsewhere; reissues and classic reprints are included sparingly. |
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Having just worked through the next 6 months of fantastical output we’re finding it as hard as ever to restrain our top picks; just so much great stuff! But there really is something about July this year where we’ve straightforwardly had to say ‘whatever – all this must go in’… And these aren’t even the end of the story – check out the individual Publisher articles for their July to December output as they come: plenty more on those as well!
It’s just a great month of books.
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| @vincentabnett (Dan and wife Nik Vincent-Abnett) | |
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| Professional writer – SFF in prose and comics; co-creator of the comic series on which the Guardians of the Galaxy film was based, and much more… | |
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Dan Abnett is one of the most prolific writers in SFF, scripting both comics and prose. Of the former he’s been a mainstay of the UK and then US scene since the 80’s. In his earlier British comic work perhaps the most noteworthy has been Knights of Pendragon, the radical revamp – with Andy Lanning and Liam Sharp – of Deaths Head, and then with artist David Millgate the origination of a core strip to 2000 AD, Sinister Dexter. |  |
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April brings us another great package of debuts, latest in series, hardbacks and new in paperbacks of the science fictional and fantastical – here’s our top recommends of the month!
As ever our special pick is rather arbitrary and just a little something we wanted to wave a slightly larger flag for after reading an extract of a previous work the author’s editor posted online and blew us away… But whether or not that (no spoilers – read on!) tickles your fancy there’s a whole bunch of treats from which to select your next read… Read the rest of this entry »
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Ah Steampunk – and the singular allure of Victoriana with added steam, cogs and fantastical contrivances. What’s that sir / madam? You’d like a 6 month overview of the literary diversions of the very same and associated anachronistic, retro-futuristic fiction? Well you’ve come to the right place! |
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We have many fine articles for your perusal here after, but it seems you’ve landed on the very one you’re looking for: read on! |
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Herein, via links to individual pages, lies the more-or-less complete output of UK SFF publishers and the major worldwide Graphic Novel publishers for January to June 2015! |
We’ve applied selection criteria with the assumption that readers with a penchant for paranormal romance and titles more for the American market will have no problem finding their next read elsewhere; reissues and back-in-print classic titles are included sparingly. |
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April brings us another great package of debuts, latest in series, hardbacks and new in paperbacks of the science fictional and fantastical – here’s our top recommends of the month! As ever our special pick is rather arbitrary and just a little something we wanted to wave a slightly larger flag for after reading an extract of a previous work the author’s editor posted online and blew us away… But whether or not that (no spoilers – read on!) tickles your fancy there’s a whole bunch of treats from which to select your next read… Read the rest of this entry »
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