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Here, as requested by many, more information about Ghost Ship. Please understand that entire plot lines are left out of this: we needed to do it in under 200 words, and without the kicker it is 199. Reiterating something mentioned earlier today elsewhere -- due on the shelves around WorldCon -- Renovation -- 2011. That'd be August of next year, for those who don't keep con fan time.
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In the direct sequel to I Dare and Saltation it turns out:
You haven't arrived until they send the assassins –
Theo Waitley's not a kid anymore. Branded a “nexus of violence” before her first solo commercial piloting gig, she now wears a First Class pilot's jacket, has a job offer from Korval, carries multiple weapons, and may wear a Tree-and-Dragon pin, if she dares. Everyone she meets thinks she's dangerous, and most of them approve …
But that's only part of the problem – her “quiet academic” father has been exposed as a ship-killing Master Pilot with a secret life, and her new-found brother is an expert at hand-to-hand death dealing. She's the last hope of survival for her mortally wounded problem lover, if only she can make peace with the self-willed ship that's been stalking her across space. Then, when the assassins teach her that even the most competent pilot needs backup on some ports, the most able copilot she can find is a retired Juntavas sector Boss who knew her father's oddly undead first wife well.
So, things are getting complicated because she's her father's daughter; the enemy knows it, and the assassins mean business.
Oh yeah, and her mother wants to talk to her, too.
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Some plans for AlbaCon are coming together, some are not. Will see some of you there, I hope!
= = = =
In the direct sequel to I Dare and Saltation it turns out:
You haven't arrived until they send the assassins –
Theo Waitley's not a kid anymore. Branded a “nexus of violence” before her first solo commercial piloting gig, she now wears a First Class pilot's jacket, has a job offer from Korval, carries multiple weapons, and may wear a Tree-and-Dragon pin, if she dares. Everyone she meets thinks she's dangerous, and most of them approve …
But that's only part of the problem – her “quiet academic” father has been exposed as a ship-killing Master Pilot with a secret life, and her new-found brother is an expert at hand-to-hand death dealing. She's the last hope of survival for her mortally wounded problem lover, if only she can make peace with the self-willed ship that's been stalking her across space. Then, when the assassins teach her that even the most competent pilot needs backup on some ports, the most able copilot she can find is a retired Juntavas sector Boss who knew her father's oddly undead first wife well.
So, things are getting complicated because she's her father's daughter; the enemy knows it, and the assassins mean business.
Oh yeah, and her mother wants to talk to her, too.
= = = =
Some plans for AlbaCon are coming together, some are not. Will see some of you there, I hope!
Ghost Ship
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2010-09-17 18:16 (UTC)Edit: Looking back, how much fun was the Fledgling/Saltation experience for the two of you? I enjoyed it, but I wonder how it worked for you, if the pressure was uncomfortable, if it interfered with the ups and downs of daily lives.
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2010-09-17 19:38 (UTC)Looking forward to...
Bloodletting and other auctorial pastimes
2010-09-17 21:10 (UTC)Students like to arrive at the library early, which is commendable of them, and loiter on the landing, often in packs, sometimes in little drifts of one, wilting against the rail.
There’s usually at least one student sitting on, or sprawled over, the first set of four stairs of the second staircase.
Often, they kinda skooch over an inch, to “give (me) room to pass”. Just as often, they stick their finger in their off ear and continue talking on the cell, pretending they’re on Mars — or I am. Some actually do get up and smile and say, “Sorry,” but those are rare.
This morning brought me three boys on the landing, talking and cutting jokes as they waited for it to Be Time — and a fourth boy sitting all over the first four stairs, his cellphone laid handily by, his calculator ditto, a pack on the stair under his lap — really, he was awfully comfy.
And there wasn’t an inch for me to skooch by in.
I stopped, planted the point of my umbrella on the rug and contemplated him.
His buddies stopped talking.
The boy on the stairs kind of blinked at me, and tried a smile. “Am I in the way?”
“Indeed you are,” I assured him.
To his credit, he got up, shifted his stuff and moved down to the landing to let me by.
. . .and had completely re-established his stairway office by the time I’d reached the top of the flight.
This evening, as I was leaving work, three young lads were walking toward me, taking up all available sidewalk room, none of them giving the least indication that they’d seen me. I stopped where I was, blocking one young man, who stopped, blinked, and said, “UmAh?”
“The words you are looking for,” I said, “are excuse me.”
He blinked again. “Excuse me,” he said, and dropped back to let me by.
. . .So that was my day before I got to the vampires, to find out that my records suddenly showed me living at a house in a location I’d never heard of. The clerk fixed that, amid much wonderment and confusion from her and her supervisor (“It shouldn’t do that” may be the most comical phrase in English), and set me loose in the waiting area.
I was eventually called by the vampire, whose job it was to draw blood for another thyroid test. The endocrinologist in Augusta “doesn’t see people with thyroid problems” (um, what?), and the next nearest, in Lewiston, called my primary care doctor to ask why I was being referred since my readings were — wait for it — “normal.” Which is fairly discouraging. Hence, the new blood test.
Steve, in the meantime, has written and posted the synopsis for Ghost Ship, by request of the good folk at Baen. You can read it here [...]
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2010-09-17 21:57 (UTC)Barbara in Texas
Ghostship
2010-09-17 22:02 (UTC)Really Can't Wait
2010-09-17 22:38 (UTC)And @Alfreda89 .. this year for your Nuala's??? Please?
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2010-09-18 04:25 (UTC)Synopsis, etc.
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2010-09-18 07:57 (UTC)Oh boy…
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2010-09-18 10:54 (UTC)Stiil, a Real Date (I don't get many of those), this is a Good Thing(tm). Hopefully it will be preorderable soon, and help to fill up my booklist for next year before the end of this one, which will please Amazon if not my bank manager...
Ghost Ship
2010-09-18 14:34 (UTC)Ghost Ship teaser
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2010-09-18 18:29 (UTC)Can't wait for the book.
2010-09-19 04:47 (UTC)Glad to hear this wonderful news.
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2010-09-19 05:38 (UTC)