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Summer is almost here, and the one thing we’re looking forwards to more than the warm weather are the great books! io9′s got an awesome guide of the best Sci-Fi/ Fantasy books you simply cannot miss this summer–and we’re happy to say that a few of our upcoming books made the cut:
Sussex, England. A middle-aged man returns to his childhood home to attend a funeral. Although the house he lived in is long gone, he is drawn to the farm at the end of the road, where, when he was seven, he encountered a most remarkable girl, Lettie Hempstock, and her mother and grandmother. He hasn’t thought of Lettie in decades, and yet as he sits by the pond (a pond that she’d claimed was an ocean) behind the ramshackle old farmhouse, the unremembered past comes flooding back. And it is a past too strange, too frightening, too dangerous to have happened to anyone, let alone a small boy.
Forty years earlier, a man committed suicide in a stolen car at this farm at the end of the road. Like a fuse on a firework, his death lit a touchpaper and resonated in unimaginable ways. The darkness was unleashed, something scary and thoroughly incomprehensible to a little boy. And Lettie—magical, comforting, wise beyond her years—promised to protect him, no matter what.
James Stark, aka Sandman Slim, has managed to get out of Hell, renounce his title as the new Lucifer, and settle back into life in LA. But he also lost the Qomrama Om Ya, an all-powerful weapon from the banished older gods. Older gods who are returning, and searching for their lost power.
The hunt leads Stark to an abandoned shopping mall-a global shopping paradise-infested with Lurkers and wretched bottom-feeding Sub Rosa families, squatters who have formed tight tribes to guard their tiny patches of retail wasteland. Somewhere in this kill zone is a dead man with the answers Stark needs. All Stark has to do is find the dead man, recover the artifact, and outwit and outrun the angry old gods-and natural-born killers-on his tail. But not even Sandman Slim is infallible, and any mistakes will cost him dearly.
Victoria McQueen has a secret gift for finding things: a misplaced bracelet, a missing photograph, answers to unanswerable questions. On her Raleigh Tuff Burner bike, she makes her way to a rickety covered bridge that, within moments, takes her wherever she needs to go, whether it’s across Massachusetts or across the country.
Charles Talent Manx has a way with children. He likes to take them for rides in his 1938 Rolls-Royce Wraith with the NOS4A2 vanity plate. With his old car, he can slip right out of the everyday world, and onto the hidden roads that transport them to an astonishing – and terrifying – playground of amusements he calls “Christmasland.”
Then, one day, Vic goes looking for trouble—and finds Manx. That was a lifetime ago. Now Vic, the only kid to ever escape Manx’s unmitigated evil, is all grown up and desperate to forget. But Charlie Manx never stopped thinking about Victoria McQueen. He’s on the road again and he’s picked up a new passenger: Vic’s own son.
The Long War by Terry Pratchett and Stephen Baxter follows the adventures and travails of heroes Joshua Valiente and Lobsang in an exciting continuation of the extraordinary science fiction journey begun in their New York Times bestseller The Long Earth.
A generation after the events of The Long Earth, humankind has spread across the new worlds opened up by “stepping.” A new “America”—Valhalla—is emerging more than a million steps from Datum—our Earth. Thanks to a bountiful environment, the Valhallan society mirrors the core values and behaviors of colonial America. And Valhalla is growing restless under the controlling long arm of the Datum government.
Soon Joshua, now a married man, is summoned by Lobsang to deal with a building crisis that threatens to plunge the Long Earth into a war unlike any humankind has waged before.
Richard Kadrey’s Sandman Slim series is coming out in paperback later this year and the design team (along with Crushed creative) have really excelled themselves. How incredible do these new paperback covers look?
Sandman Slim and Kill the Dead are published on 20th June 2013, and Aloha from Hell and Devil Said Bang are both published on 18th July 2013.
“Suspect Zero,” New York Times bestselling author Richard Kadrey’s latest work, is a brand new short story about a young aspiring serial killer who goes in search of a mentor—the supreme, the ultimate killer. What he finds is much greater and much worse than he ever could have imagined. Available in e-book on all devices for just $.99!
2013 is shaping up to be a good year for sci-fi and fantasy books! io9.com has a great running list of the books to look forwards to in the coming months–congratulations to all the great Harper Voyager and Morrow titles penned by Neil Gaiman, Joe Hill, Terry Pratchett, Adam Mansbach, and Richard Kadrey! Here’s the low-down on their upcoming novels:
Kill City Blues by Richard Kadrey (A Sandman Slim novel)
James Stark, aka Sandman Slim, has managed to get out of Hell, out of being Lucifer, and back to LA. But there’s still one teeny problem–mainly, he’s managed to lose the Qomrama Om Ya, a weapon from the banished older gods,who are _also_ searching for their lost power.
Stark’s search leads him to an abandoned shopping mall-a multi-story copy of LA-squatted by Lurkers and wretched, bottom of the barrel Sub Rosa families. They’ve formed little tribes that guard their tiny patches of their fake LA. Somewhere in the kill zone of the former mall is a dead man with the answers that Stark needs…. If he can get to him, get back out alive, and outrun the killers on his tail. July 2013.
“They say you cannot go home again, and that is as true as a knife . . .”
A man returns to the site of his childhood home where, years before, he knew a girl named Lettie Hempstock who showed him the most marvelous, dangerous, and outrageous things, but when he gets there he learns that nothing is as he remembered.
Wondrous, imaginative, impossible, and at times deeply scary, The Ocean at the End of the Lane is classic Neil Gaiman and sure to capture the hearts of readers everywhere. June 2013.
Bestselling author Adam Mansbach delivers a high-concept supernatural thriller, mixing horror, action, and suspense into a blockbuster read.
On both sides of the border, girls are going missing. Then, later, other bodies surface, and a small-town police chief faces an investigation worse than any he’s ever seen before. Kidnapped teen Sherry Nicholls manages to escape from a maniacal cult, but freeing herself was the easiest part.. Meanwhile, in a Mexican jail, unjustly-imprisoned estranged father Jess Galvan accepts a devil’s bargain–transport a sinister package for the prison’s infamous Old Man across the border in 24 hours. If he can do so, he’ll be free and able to regain custody of his daughter. But there are more than coyotes in the desert, and as ancient evils resurface, everyone must face their deepest terrors. September 2013.
Victoria McQueen has a secret gift for finding things: a misplaced bracelet, a missing photograph, answers to unanswerable questions. On her dayglo blue Raleigh Tuff Burner bike, she makes her way to a rickety covered bridge that, within moments, takes her wherever she needs to go, whether it’s across Massachusetts or across the country. Vic doesn’t tell anyone about her unusual ability because she knows that no one would believe her. She has trouble understanding it herself. And she knows it isn’t free. Each time she makes a trip across that bridge, a piece of herself is lost.
But Vic isn’t the only one with a special gift.
Charles Talent Manx has a way with children. He likes to take them for rides in his 1938 Rolls-Royce Wraith with the NOS4A2 vanity plate. With his old car, he can slip right out of the everyday world, and onto the hidden roads that transport them to an astonishing playground of amusements he calls Christmasland. Mile by mile, their journey across the highway of Charlie’s twisted imagination transforms his precious passengers, leaving them as terrifying and unstoppable as their benefactor.
Then, one day, Vic goes looking for trouble-and finds Manx.
That was a lifetime ago. Now, the only kid to ever escape his unmitigated evil is all grown up and desperate to forget. But the end of one nightmare is just the beginning of another . . . because Charlie Manx hasn’t stopped thinking about the exceptional Victoria McQueen. He’s on the road again and he’s picked up a new passenger: Vic’s own son. In a life-and-death battle of wills–her magic pitted against his–Vic McQueen is going to get her son back and destroy Manx once and for all. Or she’ll die trying. . . . April 2013.
A sequel to the novel The Long Earth, this novel takes place generations after the previous book. A new, re-imagined America has been founded on a parallel earth called Valhalla–and Valhalla wants its independence from the Datum Earth! June 2013
To see io9′s full list, click here.
Congratulations Vicki Pettersson, Kim Harrison, and Richard Kadrey! Petterson’s THE TAKEN, Harrison’s A PERFECT BLOOD, and Kadrey’s DEVIL SAID BANG were included in the Best Paranormal Fantasy Releases of 2012 on Barnes and Noble’s Explorations Sci-Fi Fantasy Blog by the most wonderful Paul Goat Allen!
“This novel transcends genre categorization – yes, paranormal fantasy readers will LOVE [The Taken] but so too will hardcore mystery and romance fans and, most importantly of all, mainstream fiction fans. This is Vicki Pettersson’s coming out party – and we’re all invited.”
“Kim succeeds in not only entertaining readers but also affecting them as well. Reading these novels is like visiting with beloved family members… honestly, I’ll be heartsick when this series ends.”
”Kadrey’s Sandman Slim saga is one of the most original and outrageous series in all of genre fiction…”
‘Tis the season of giving, and few things are nicer to give–or to receive–than books. Except for signed books! So Harper Voyager wants to help you acquire these goodies for you and yours. Check out the authors offering signed copies of their books right now:
Kim is offering signed copies of her books through Nicola’s Books. Click here for more info.
New York Times bestselling author Kim Harrison was born and raised in the upper Midwest. Her bestselling Hollows novels include Dead Witch Walking, The Good, The Bad, and The Undead, Every Which Way But Dead, A Fistful of Charms, For a Few Demons More, The Outlaw Demon Wails, White Witch, Black Curse, Black Magic Sanction, Pale Demon, A Perfect Blood, plus the short story collection Into the Woods and The Hollows Insider. She also writes the bestselling Madison Avery YA series.
Richard is offering signed books through Borderlands Books in San Francisco until 12/15. Click here for more info.
New York Times bestselling author Richard Kadrey has published eight novels, including Sandman Slim, Kill the Dead, Aloha from Hell, Devil Said Bang, Butcher Bird, and Metrophage, and more than fifty stories. He has been immortalized as an action figure, his short story “Goodbye Houston Street, Goodbye,” was nominated for a British Science Fiction Association Award, and his novel Butcher Bird was nominated for the Prix Elkaban in France. A freelance writer and photographer, he lives in San Francisco, CA..
Ever wonder what your favorite writers are doing in their day-to-day lives? Harper Voyager authors Richard Kadrey and Brom have pretty interesting “day” jobs as a fetish photographer and artist, respectively. They’ll be doing a panel at NYCC this evening discussing their artwork and their writing, and how these intersect with the awesome SF/F worlds they create. Stop by the Author Unbound stage at 6PM to get the low-down on “The Art of Fiction, Fantasy, and Fetish.”
Here’s a quick sample of the many artistic talents of Brom and Richard Kadrey! Check it out:
Harper Voyager will be at New York Comic Con at the JAVITS CENTER from October 11-14th!
Please visit the HarperVoyager US/HarperCollins booth at #1004-1005 and also be sure to check out the many events and panels our authors will be appearing on!
Thursday, October 11:
5 – 6 pm
Justice is Served panel
Featuring Kim Harrison, Michael Spradlin
Friday, October 12:
Sir Terry Pratchett on Unbound Author Stage (for DODGER)-
1 pm – In-Booth FREE Signing
Michael P. Spradlin, BLOODRIDERS
3 pm Kim Harrison on Unbound Author Stage
3:30 pm – In-Booth PAID signing
Kelley Roman + Michael DeWeese, ART OF WAR
Adult Publisher Spotlight
4 – 5 pm, Room 1A06
Featuring Diana Gill
Saturday, October 13
“Zombies, Monsters, Your Dad” panel signing
Autographing Tables 2, 3, 4
1:30- 2:30 pm
Hocus Pocus: Magic & Monsters in Science Fiction and Fantasy
Featuring Kim Harrison, Jocelynn Drake, Richard Kadrey
Official signing: Saturday, 2:45 – 3:45 pm; Autographing Tables 2, 3 and 4
“Hocus Pocus” panel signing
Featuring Kim Harrison, Richard Kadrey, Jocelynn Drake
Autographing Tables 2, 3, 4
4:30 pm – In-Booth PAID signing
Kim Harrison(EVER AFTER); Richard Kadrey (DEVIL SAID BANG); Brom (KRAMPUS); and Jocelynn Drake (ANGEL’S INK)
Richard Kadrey and Brom on Unbound Author Stage (“The Art of Fiction, Fantasy, and Fetish”)
9 – 10 pm
Zombies! Monsters! Your Dad? Oh my!
Sunday, October 14
2:30 – In-Booth FREE signing
Michael Boccacino, CHARLOTTE MARKHAM AND THE HOUSE OF DARKLING
Romance novels and Sandman Slim may not appear to be natural fit, but at Harper Voyager, we know that things are often not what they seem. Turns out Beverly Jenkins, renowned romance author, is a big fan of Sandman Slim and Richard Kadrey. We love this interview she did with Richard for Romantic Times/RT.com. Here’s a snippet:
Beverly Jenkins: In looking at your bio, you come off as a twenty-first century renaissance man. You’re an award winning writer, artist, photographer, lecturer, a “degrader of perfection” according to one interview, and you’ve been immortalized as an action figure. You’ve bellied up to enough cultural bars for four or five people. How would you describe yourself?
Richard Kadrey: I’m willing to suck at things. I’m always interested in new ideas and tasks and that means being lousy at them for a while. Some obsessions will stay with me—like photography—and others will some and go—like playing music. Music was easy to give up. I sucked at that non-stop. Still, I like to do sound experiments. Recording ambient sounds and stretching and slowing them. Playing them backwards, etc.
BJ: Is there a common thread in your work?
RK: I’m always interested in people on the outside looking in. Outsiders who don’t have a foot in the door and probably never will. I’ve never been an inside person myself. Life on the inside is too cozy and settled. Things are more interesting at the edges where different worlds collide and spark off each other.
Read on at RT.com!
DEVIL SAID BANG is on sale tomorrow, August 28th! (This also means that Richard Kadrey will be on tour–see bottom of post for dates in next two months.)
Here’s another little peak at Richard Kadrey’s fourth Sandman Slim novel DEVIL SAID BANG. And if you haven’t already go to i09 to read the first 40 pages and also read our other previous excerpt here.
It’s afternoon and the senior planning staff is waiting in the palace meeting room. The place looks like Bring Your Clown to Work Day at a Masonic lodge. The slick suits and Hellion power dresses aren’t the problem. It’s everything else they’re wearing. Ceremonial aprons covered with old runes. A morbid rainbow of colored scarves and gloves showing everyone’s place in the food chain. Blinders. Gaggers. Masks.
They’re all giving me the pig eye as I roll in. I take my time getting to the head of the table. The dirty looks aren’t just because I’m late. I’ll always be that sheep-killing dog Sandman Slim to most of them, and now, just to rub their ugly noses in it, I’m their boss. At least the armor is doing its job. No matter how much they hate me, they keep their hex holes shut with my devil armor shining like the mirrored belly of a chrome wasp.
There are twelve on the planning committee. With me there’s thirteen. A cozy little coven. Buer is there. So are Marchosias and Obyzuth. Semyazah would be here but none of the generals will put up with this shit.
Technically I’m supposed to be in ritual drag too but I have a hard time picturing Samael dressed up like a Brooks Brothers Pied Piper, so I follow his example and skip the wardrobe call.
There’s a silver circle in the center of the table. Lines radiate out to the edges, cutting the table into twelve sections. Each trick-or-treater steps up and sets down a different ceremonial object. The junk looks like leftovers from a Goth-club garage sale.
Obyzuth sets down a green rock, like a Templar meditation stone. The Hellion next to her sets down an athame knife that cuts through ignorance or butters magic toast or something. Buer drops a snake carved from the leg bone of a fallen Hellion warrior. It goes on and on like that. I’m supposed to light a red candle at the end of the ritual but things are going too slow. I fire it up now and light a Malediction off it.
“Don’t take it personally, but if I have to sit through one more of these meetings, I’m going to gut every one of you like catfish, shit in your skulls, and mail them to your families. This isn’t Hell. It’s a PTA meeting. Maybe all we need to save Hell is a bake sale.”
I flick my ashes over the candle.
“Here’s how it is from now on. Do your projects any way you want. Fuck the budgets. Fuck the schedules. When it’s done, you get one minute to tell me about it.”
The room is silent. It’s not like regular silence. More like the kind you get with a concussion.
“In case anyone thinks letting you off the leash is a license to steal or stab me in the back, let me introduce the newest member of our team.”
I go to the doors and open them. A hellhound clanks in on its big metal claws and looks over the room. The hound is bigger than a dire wolf, a clockwork killing machine run by a Hellion brain suspended in a glass globe where its head should be. They’re terrifying on a battlefield but in an enclosed space like this, the whirs and clicks of its mechanics, its razor teeth and pink, exposed brain, are enough to give a Tyrannosaurus a heart attack.
The hound follows me around the table, folds up its legs, and settles down on the floor next to me. A dutiful guard dog.
“This is Ms. 45. The new head of HR. Any of you upstanding citizens that do less than your best work, conspire against me, or sell supplies to the black market can explain it to her. She works nights, weekends, and holidays, and if she’s indisposed, Ms. 45 has a few hundred colleagues downstairs. In fact, the hounds now have the run of the palace, so watch your step. I hear stainless-steel turds stain bad.”
No one says anything. Besides the hellhound, the only sound is people restlessly moving their feet.
“Now get to work and leave me the fuck alone.”
All twelve of them file out, right into the other two hounds I stationed outside. It would have been a hoot programming them to eat each Council member as they left. A little counterproductive, though. I need them to do the work I’m sure not going to do. But If I can’t have a little fun being the Devil, why bother?
Now I can get back to figuring out the rest of Lucifer’s power so I can get the hell out of here.
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PS: Richard will be doing a mini tour for the book:
8-28, Mysterioous Galaxy, San Diego. 7 pm
8-29, Dark Delicacies, Burbank. 7 pm
8-30, Poisoned Pen, Scottsdale, AZ. 7 pm
9-2, Decatur Book Festival, Decatur, GA. 1:15 pm
9-4, Boston Public Library, Boston. 6 pm
9-8, Borderlands Books, San Francisco. 3 pm
9-14 Booksmith, San Francisco. 7:30 pm
10-4 Tattered Cover, Denver, CO. 7:30 pm
10-11 to 10-14 New York Comic Con, Javits Center, times/dates tk
This is my Fort Knox, my office, and my panic room. I’ve laid the heaviest protective hoodoo I know around this place. Of all the hideouts I ever thought of running to when things got weird, a library was right behind a leper colony and a burning garbage truck. But here I am.
I haven’t paced the place off, but the library looks about a football field long, lined with two floors of books in hundred-foot stretches of ornate dark wood shelves. The ceiling is domed and painted with scenes illustrating the three tenets of the Hellion church. The Thought: God and Lucifer arguing that if humans have free will so should angels. The Act: the war. It’s pretty but stiff and trying too hard to look noble, like a Soviet propaganda poster. The New World: Lucifer and his defeated, punch-drunk Bowery boys in Hell. He looks like a tent revival preacher selling snake oil to rubes, but in his own fucked-up way, the slippery son of a bitch is trying to do right by his people.
I’ve made myself a comfortable squat over by a wall of the Greek wall, the stuff Samael told me to read. In a copy of a half-falling-apart Reader’s Digest condensed large-print book on Greek history, I found his notes (it’s embarrassing that he knows me well enough that he left the info in a book written for shut-ins and half-blind grandmas). He included names of people I could think about for the Council. If they’re the Hellions I can trust, I’m not ready to meet the ones I can’t.
I dragged a plush red sofa trimmed in gold, a big partner’s desk, and a few chairs over to my squat. Sometimes I even let people in to use the chairs. Not many and not often, but anyone who comes in is on my turf. I know which carpets cover binding circles. I know which books are hollowed out and stuffed with knives and killing potions.
The desk and nearby shelves are covered with books, paper, pens, and weird little machines. Stuff you can only find at an Office Depot doubling as a night school for amateur torturers. There’s a spongy red clamshell that growls when you squeeze it and spits out what I think pass for Hellion staples. They’re sharp and thick, like they’re designed to punish the paper and not just hold it together. There’s something that looks like a set of brass teeth. The teeth chatter sometimes. Sometimes they don’t do anything for days. There’s a gyroscope that when you spin it talks in a deep monster-movie voice in a language I’ve never heard before. On one of the bookshelves is a gold armillary sphere. When I touch any of the golden rings, I feel like I’ve fallen out of myself. Like I’m nowhere and being pushed through empty space by a freezing hurricane. There are stars far away and beyond them a mass of pale boiling vapor streaked with lighting. I think it’s the chaos at the edge of the universe and that this is the deep void that separates Hell and Heaven. Wherever and whatever it is, it’s a lonely and desolate place.
In L.A., I lived with a dead man named Kasabian who worked for Lucifer and could see into parts of Hell. I don’t know if he can see me here, but sometimes I scrawl notes and leave them on the desk for days. Some are to friends. Most are to Candy. We’re a lot alike. Neither of us is quite human. And we’re both killers. We try to forget about the first as much as possible and try to avoid the second as much as we can, which, the way things are, usually isn’t long.
There’s a click behind me. I put my hand on my knife and turn.
Two Hellions come in through a false section of bookcase that slides away like Japanese paper doors.
Merihim, the priest, bows. He’s in sleeveless black robes. Every inch of his pale face and arms is tattooed with sacred Hellion script. Spells, prayers, and, for all I know, a recipe for chicken vindaloo.
The guy with him, Ipos, is big and blunt. Like a walking fire hydrant in gray rubber overalls. The heavy leather belt around his waist holds tools that range from barbarian crushers to delicate surgical-quality instruments. From a distance you can’t tell if he’s the palace’s maintenance chief or head torturer. His job in the palace makes him a useful agent. No one pays attention to the janitor.
“Did we interrupt playtime with your toys, my lord?” asks Merihim.
“Go harass an altar boy, preacher. I’m working.”
On a table near the sofa there’s a line of peepers projecting images from around the palace onto an old-fashioned home movie screen I found in a storeroom. I pop out my right eye, drop it into a glass of water, and stick a peeper in the empty socket, rolling back the images the eye picked up like a video rewinding. Like I said, I have a few of Lucifer’s powers but mostly Vegas magic-act stuff.
DEVIL SAID BANG is on sale August 28th!