The day has arrived my friends. After constant encouragement and good natured nagging Sue Beth Pfeffer, who wrote a very fine (and in some places entirely gut wrenching) trilogy about a disaster that unfolds after the moon is hit by an asteroid, has continued the series. I enjoyed the first three books so much that I reviewed them twice. The first time as the inaugural post on my blog and then a second time when the third part was released (because I read it again). She really did intend to leave it as a finished trilogy.
I couldn't take no for an answer and kept asking her to write another part ... three just wasn't enough. After some thought she agreed to write just one more part. Then the wait began. Constant lurking on her blog and encouragement given. Then after several false starts the time had come; a finished manuscript was in the publishers hands and due to be released.
Those who know me are aware of the difficulty of gift giving for me. I just have a hard time thinking of things I want. Well this book The Shade of the Moon was being released very close to my birthday. So without a second though I placed it at the top of my list and contented myself with the wait.
Then I get a note from Sue. She would like me to have a copy. It arrived today. Now since I am so difficult to shop for and since it was on my gift list, I'll need to wait until Thanksgiving (my birthday this year) to open it.
I am positive though that the wait and anticipation will make the reading all the more enjoyable. But you folks are lucky. You can just go out and buy a copy of it yourself and set to. I recommend that you do. She's a fine author. Also if the book does very well she just might be convinced to write a fifth part. I for one would love to see what happens when Miranda's daughter seeks out her mom's journal.
- Fear Death By Water
- The idea behind this blog is to share my opinions about Post-Apocalyptic Literature, Films and Ephemera as well as my random nattering on a regular basis.
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
King of Thorns by Mark Lawrence
“Wossit?” Gog stared entranced.
“The Builders made it,” I said. “It’s a thousand years old.”
Row and Red Kent came over to see.
“I’m told they call it a watch,” I said. “And you can see why.”
In truth, I’d been watching it a lot myself. It had a face on it behind crystal, with twelve hours marked and sixty minutes, and two black arms that moved, one slow, one slower still, to point out the time. Entranced, I had opened it up at the back with the point of my knife and gazed into the guts of the thing. The hatch popped back on a minute hinge as if the Builders had known I would want to see inside. Wheels within wheels, tiny, toothed, and turning. How they made such things so small and so precise I cannot guess but to me it is a wonder past any man-made sun or glow-light.
“The Builders made it,” I said. “It’s a thousand years old.”
Row and Red Kent came over to see.
“I’m told they call it a watch,” I said. “And you can see why.”
In truth, I’d been watching it a lot myself. It had a face on it behind crystal, with twelve hours marked and sixty minutes, and two black arms that moved, one slow, one slower still, to point out the time. Entranced, I had opened it up at the back with the point of my knife and gazed into the guts of the thing. The hatch popped back on a minute hinge as if the Builders had known I would want to see inside. Wheels within wheels, tiny, toothed, and turning. How they made such things so small and so precise I cannot guess but to me it is a wonder past any man-made sun or glow-light.
Friday, August 9, 2013
Prince of Thorns by Mark Lawrence
“The ones who built this road . . . if they’d make me a castle—” Thunder in the east cut across my words.
“If the Road-men built castles, we’d never get in anywhere,” Makin said. “Be happy they’re gone.”
“If the Road-men built castles, we’d never get in anywhere,” Makin said. “Be happy they’re gone.”
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Musical Interlude the Twenty-Ninth
Hot and burning in your nostrils
Pouring down your gaping mouth
Your molten bodies, blanket of cinders
Caught in the throes
Sunday, August 4, 2013
Friday, August 2, 2013
Free Apocalyptic Books (nineteen)
Same drill. These are free but for an undetermined length of time. Get them now in other words.
1) Tin by Parker Zane
1) Tin by Parker Zane
2) The Chop Shop by Christopher Heffernan
Ready for Wasteland Weekend ... doesn't know it
Recent conversation with my buddy The Chad.
Me: You know Chad, your truck is nearly perfect for Wasteland Weekend.
The Chad: Wasteland Weekend? The hell is that? It's more Mad Max I think.
Me: O.o .... yup and then a couple of those rusty chains wrapped around the front bumper (pointing) and the old weathered cow skull or the boar skull there would round out the deal.
The Chad: A couple shot gun blasts would also be cool.
Me: Yes, yes it would.
The truck in question:
(I think the flat black rattle-can paint job seals the deal)
Me: You know Chad, your truck is nearly perfect for Wasteland Weekend.
The Chad: Wasteland Weekend? The hell is that? It's more Mad Max I think.
Me: O.o .... yup and then a couple of those rusty chains wrapped around the front bumper (pointing) and the old weathered cow skull or the boar skull there would round out the deal.
The Chad: A couple shot gun blasts would also be cool.
Me: Yes, yes it would.
The truck in question:
(I think the flat black rattle-can paint job seals the deal)
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