The Next Frontier of Space Opera: Announcing the New Anthology Infinite Stars: Dark Frontiers

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The 2017 anthology Infinite Stars, edited by Bryan Thomas Schmidt, provides an interesting twist on the format—it collects stories from some of the biggest names in military sci-fi and space opera, who contribute tales set within the larger universes of their preexisting series: a new Dune story from Brian Herbert and Kevin J. Anderson, a new RCN story by David Drake, an Ender story from Orson Scott Card.

This fall, Schmidt and Titan Books are doing it again in Infinite Stars: Dark Frontiers, which features 27 stories—15 of them original to this book— set in some of your favorite sci-fi settings, from Becky Chambers’ Hugo-nominated Wayfarers  universe, to Tanya Huff’s Confederation, to Jack Campbell’s Lost Fleet, to the Liaden Universe of Sharon Lee and Steve Miller.

Below, see the cover art for the book, designed by Julia Lloyd, and check out the full list of contributors. Infinite Stars: Dark Frontiers is available for preorder now, and arrives in stores on November 5.

The follow-up to the critically acclaimed Infinite Stars anthology, Infinite Stars: Dark Frontiers continues to present today’s finest science fiction authors writing new stories set in their most famous worlds. With a new introduction and a short story by David Weber, the authors include Becky Chambers (Wayfarers), Curtis C. Chen (Kangaroo), Orson Scott Card (Ender), Susan R. Matthews, Larry Niven and Steven Barnes (Dream Park), Tanya Huff (Confederation), Jack Campbell (Lost Fleet) and many more. All new stories are exclusive to this volume for 18 months. The unparalleled collection also offers masterpieces by famous writing legends including Arthur C. Clarke, E.E. “Doc” Smith, C.L. Moore, and Robert Heinlein.

A complete list of contributors follows. Names marked with an asterisk have contributed new stories exclusive to this anthology.

*David Weber
*Jack Campbell
*Becky Chambers
Robert Heinlein
George R.R. Martin
*Susan R. Matthews
*Orson Scott Card
E.E. “Doc” Smith
*Tanya Huff
*Curtis C. Chen
Seanan McGuire
*Sharon Lee and Steve Miller
*Larry Niven and Steven Barnes
James Blish
Gardner Dozois
*David Farland
*Mike Shepherd
C.L. Moore
Neal Asher
*Weston Ochse
*Brenda Cooper
Alan Dean Foster
Kristine Kathryn Rusch
*Kevin J. Anderson
David Weber
Arthur C. Clarke
*C.J. Cherryh

Infinite Stars: Dark Frontiers arrives in stores on November 5.

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Gareth L. Powell’s Award-Winning Embers of War Trilogy End in the Light of Impossible Stars

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Gareth L. Powell’s Embers of War is a space opera that does everything right: it’s expansive in scope, but character-focused. It nods to genre tropes, but interrogates them too, considering the real-world ramifications of the lasting trauma of war. Oh, also: it has a great sentient starship. It quickly became a favorite of ours—not to mention the voters who handed it this year’s British Science Fiction Award for Best Novel—and our enthusiasm was not at all muted by the recent release of the just-as-good sequel Fleet of Knives.

As you can imagine, then, we’re pretty thrilled that publisher Titan Books has asked us to give you all a sneak peek at the cover of the third and final book in the series, Light of Impossible Stars, which arrives in early 2020. The cover is designed once again by Julia Lloyd, who has given the series a uniformly sleek feel we’re really digging.

And don’t click away after you’ve seen it—below the cover we’re also featuring a brief excerpt from the novel.

Next winter, the story of the Trouble Dog and co. ends, and we can’t wait to see what happens.

Low on fuel and hunted by the Fleet of Knives, the sentient warship Trouble Dog follows a series of clues that lead her to the Intrusion—an area of space where reality itself becomes unstable. But with human civilization crumbling, what difference can one battered old ship have against an invincible armada?

Meanwhile, Cordelia Pa and her step-brother eke out their existence salvaging artifacts from an alien city. But when Cordelia starts hearing the city’s song in her head, strange things start happening around her. What extraordinary affinity does she have for this abandoned technology, and how can it possibly help the Trouble Dog?

Award-winning author Gareth L. Powell delivers an explosive conclusion to his epic Embers of War trilogy.

An excerpt from the novel follows.


“So,” I asked, “what’s the object of this game?”

The Adalwolf smiled. “To win.”

We were sitting in a virtual environment—a recreation of the Palace of Versailles. Beyond the high windows, ornate gardens stretched away. Fountains sparkled in the clean white sunlight. Adalwolf had dressed his avatar in a dark silk robe. His bony wrists protruded from its sleeves. I had contented myself with my default option: a shaggy haired, androgynous-looking woman in a battered trench coat. A marble chessboard sat on the table between us.

“And how do you do that?”

“You capture your opponent’s king.”

“That’s this tall one?”


“That’s it?”

“In essence, yes.”

“And what about these horsey ones?”

The Adalwolf gave a tight smile. “The knights.”

“Yes, I like those.” I leaned over the board and tapped one of the pieces in my first rank. “And these are the prawns?”


“And these cock-shaped ones?”


“Got it.”

“Are you ready to play?”

“I think so. Who goes first?”

“I do.”

Adalwolf reached out a thin arm and plucked a knight from the back row. He moved it over the pawns and placed it on its destined square.

I frowned in puzzlement.

Adalwolf sighed. “What’s the matter?”

“That’s it? That’s your move?”

“It’s a classic opening gambit.”

“It doesn’t seem to have achieved much.”

“I suppose you can do better?”

“Of course.” I leant back in my chair and cracked my knuckles over my head. I braced my feet against the tiled floor and grinned. “Watch this.”

I sprang forward. The fingers of my right hand jabbed Adalwolf in the throat. He started to fall backwards, and I flipped the table with my left. By the time the last marble pieces rattled down onto the floor, I was kneeling on his chest with his king held triumphantly in my hand.

“I win,” I said.

Adalwolf coughed, massaging his battered larynx. “You really don’t understand chess, do you?”

I sniffed and clambered to my feet. “On the contrary.” I let the marble king fall from my fingers. It bounced off his ribs with a hollow thump and rolled away across the floor. “You just don’t understand tactics.”

Preorder Light of Impossible Stars, available February 18, 2020.

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A Cyberpunk Heist Unfolds: Revealing Repo Virtual by Corey J. White

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Across the three grim, suspenseful novellas in the Voidwitch Saga (Killing Gravity, Void Black Shadow, Static Ruin), author Corey J. White developed a compelling, twisted space opera universe that blended elements of science fiction and fantasy with dark themes of subjugation and revenge. Good stuff—and certainly more than enough to get us excited about what the author might do next.

Now we know—and it’s something rather different: Next year, Publishing will release White’s first novel, Repo Virtual, a cyberpunk novel than stages an elaborate heist across real and digital worlds.

Below, we reveal the official summery and cover at for the book, which arrives in April 2020.

Corey J. White’s debut novel Repo Virtual blurs the lines between the real and virtual in an action-packed cyberpunk heist story.

The city of Neo Songdo is a Russian doll of realities — augmented and virtual spaces anchored in the weight of the real. The smart city is designed to be read by machine vision while people see only the augmented facade of the corporate ideal. At night the stars are obscured by an intergalactic virtual war being waged by millions of players, while on the streets below people are forced to beg, steal, and hustle to survive.

Enter Julius Dax, online repoman and real-life thief. He’s been hired for a special job: stealing an unknown object from a reclusive tech billionaire. But when he finds out he’s stolen the first sentient AI, his payday gets a lot more complicated.

Image by Shutterstock; Design by Christine Foltzer

“I was so excited when I first saw Christine Foltzer’s cover design,” White said. “The intricate detail, the vibrant colors—I think it looks stunning. I also love the ways it subtly reflects the book itself: the firefly embedded in the image, which is one of the forms the AI takes, and the overlapping layers of the design suggesting layers of Virtual, Augmented, and ‘real’ reality.”

Corey J. White is a writer of science-fiction, horror, and other, harder to define stories. He studied writing at Griffith University on the Gold Coast, and is now based in Melbourne, Australia. The complete Voidwitch Saga is available now.

Repo Virtual will be released April 21, 2020.

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Announcing the Dangerous Beautiful B&N Exclusive Edition of Monstress: Book One

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Marjorie Liu and Sana Tekada’s Monstress is one of the most acclaimed series in comics. The grim, gorgeously rendered dark fantasy saga—about an inhuman teenage girl named Maika Halfwolf, who shares a psychic bond with a magical and lethal monster—has earned widespread acclaim from readers and critics and taken home a raft of industry honors, including three Hugo Awards, two British Fantasy Awards, and five Eisner Awards in 2018 alone.

Last year, the book wrapped its third story arc, and now, publisher Image Comics has collected every issue to date for inclusion in a deluxe hardcover edition, Monstress: Book One.

It’s a darkly beautiful book—how could it not be?—but the exclusive Barnes & Noble edition will be particularly prized. In addition to an intricately rendered variant cover from arist Sana Takeda, it includes an additional full-page illustration signed by writer Marjorie Liu and a collection of 12 pull-out postcards featuring additional work by Takeda.

Check out the cover image, full wraparound cover, exclusive art, and postcard gallery below, and place your preorders now. The exclusive B&N edition is available in limited quantities this July.

Monstress: Book One B&N variant cover

The richly imagined world of MONSTRESS is an alternate matriarchal 1900s Asia, with an art deco-infused steampunk aesthetic that’s brimming with arcane dangers. Within it, a teenage girl struggles to overcome the trauma of war, a task that’s made all the more difficult by her mysterious psychic link to an eldritch monster of tremendous power-a connection that will transform them both, and place them in the crosshairs of both human and otherworldly powers.

Creator/writer Marjorie Liu (who made history as the first woman to win an Eisner Award for Best Writer) and creator/artist Sana Takeda present a deluxe, oversized hardcover edition of their beloved breakout comic in MONSTRESS BOOK ONE. Collecting the first 18 issues of the New York Times bestselling series, this massive edition features a striking new cover, as well as special extras, including never-before-seen sketches, script pages, and more for over 500 pages of award-winning content.

This exclusive Barnes & Noble edition is signed by Marjorie Liu and contains postcards featuring the artwork of series’ artist Sana Takeda!

Full wraparound cover

Exclusive signed title page

Exclusive pull-out postcards

Exclusive pull-out postcards

Exclusive pull-out postcards

Preorder the Barnes & Noble Exclusive Edition of Monstress: Book One, available July 9, 2019.

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Adrian Tchaikovsky Returns with Made Things, a Clever Fantasy About Making New Friends—Literally

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Arthur C. Clarke Award-winning author Adrian Tchaikovsky is best known in the U.S. for Children of Time, an expansive sci-fi saga that completely delivers on a most unusual premise: what would happen if humanity attempted to colonize a planet already occupied by uplifted, super-intelligent and rapidly evolving spiders? Tchaikovsky brings the plausibility of real biological science to his first contact tale, and it serves him very well.

The author is just as adept in fantasy, from his 10-book epic Shadows of the Apt (which also has a bug theme), to the Dungeons & Dragons-inspired novella Spiderlight (which… also has a bug theme), to his more recent Bronze Age trilogy Echoes of the Fall.

He’s an author who loves to surprise us (recurring arachnids notwithstanding), so we’re certainly looking forward to the book we’re here to tell you about today, and which certainly sounds like nothing else he’s ever written.

Made Things, arriving in November from Publishing, is the story of a clever thief with some very unusual friends… You can read more about it in the official summary below, and then scroll down to see the intriguing cover art, featuring the work of Red Nose Studio (art) and Christine Foltzer (design).

She was good at making friends.

Coppelia is a street thief, a trickster, a low-level con artist. But she has something other thieves don’t… tiny puppet-like friends: some made of wood, some of metal. They don’t entirely trust her, and she doesn’t entirely understand them, but their partnership mostly works.

After a surprising discovery shakes their world to the core, Coppelia and her friends must reexamine everything they thought they knew about their world, while attempting to save their city from a seemingly impossible new threat.

Preorder Made Things, available November 5, 2019.

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The Dinosaur Detective Isn’t Even the Weirdest Part: Introducing The Imaginary Corpse

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As weird, irresistible book premises go, they don’t get much weirder (or more irresistible) than “an adorable dinosaur detective investigates a string of murders in the land of discarded imaginary friends.”

Which explains in a sentence why we’ve already circled September 10, 2019 on our calendars: that’s the release date for Tyler Hayes’ The Imaginary Corpse, another singularly skewed debut novel from Angry Robot Books, the publisher who gave us missionaries to the fae and firefighters who protect a modern city from dragons.

Below, check out the cover (with art by Francesca Corsini), the official summary, and a sizable excerpt—more than enough to convince you to lock in your preorder now. Time waits for no dinosaur.

A dinosaur detective in the land of unwanted ideas battles trauma, anxiety, and the first serial killer of imaginary friends.

Most ideas fade away when we’re done with them. Some we love enough to become Real. But what about the ones we love, and walk away from?

Tippy the triceratops was once a little girl’s imaginary friend, a dinosaur detective who could help her make sense of the world. But when her father died, Tippy fell into the Stillreal, the underbelly of the Imagination, where discarded ideas go when they’re too Real to disappear. Now, he passes time doing detective work for other unwanted ideas—until Tippy runs into The Man in the Coat, a nightmare monster who can do the impossible: kill an idea permanently.

Now Tippy must overcome his own trauma and solve the case, before there’s nothing left but imaginary corpses.

An excerpt follows…

Some nightmares will stop and talk to you as soon as they know you won’t get scared. Some nightmares double down when you get courageous, start getting truly violent. And some are animals, knowing nothing except the chase and the pounce and the fear. And this one chose the spookiest barn in the Stillreal to camp out in, so practicality demands I assume it’s type three.

I pivot in place, trying to bait the nightmare back out, trusting my detective stuff to keep me on the ball. There’s another rustle off to my left, and a growl of admonishment that I’m sure soaked many a bedsheet in its day. I need to get it down near the floor again, where the tighter quarters created by the stalls will limit its movement.

“Are you a bed monster?” I ask the darkness. “Or maybe a window-scratcher?” I slather the mocking tone on thick, which as a bonus helps cover up my shivers. “What kind of half-scary nonsense were you before you came here?”

The barn stays quiet, that aggravating silence you can tell is going to be filled with noise any second. This Friend has definitely been here for a while if it’s got the acoustics down like that. There’s more movement, but nothing dramatic enough to suggest it’s coming down my way. It won’t come down without an opening. This thing is good at its job. I shrug, and start trotting off toward the barn doors, looking as casual as I can manage when my head feels like an alarm clock.

“If you’re just going to hide in the dark, I guess I’ll go tell Farmer Nick there’s nothing to be scared of.”

That gets a response. Unfortunately, that response is a whirring, buzzing, impossibly fast blackness diving down at me. Well, I can’t say this case is boring.

The nightmare tries two dive-bys first, shooting past one way then the other, glowing dinner-plate eyes flashing as it crosses my path. A stall door creaks open behind me, and the shadows on the wall grow long and hungry. This nightmare knows its stuff. By which I mean ‘Help me.’

Focus. I need to ground this thing, and I need to do it fast. The blur sails past me again, close enough to blow icy wind across the fabric of my back, and my hindlegs tighten up, ready to use my last resort. I’m a detective first, but I’m also a triceratops…

There’s a skittering noise behind me. I pretend to take the bait, craning my neck in a desperate attempt to see around my crown. A single nail pings across the floor right behind me, and I have to stifle my chuckle. The distracting surprise. This nightmare’s younger than I gave it credit for. A dropped nail, a creaking floorboard – those are tricks you use on kids to get their attention diverted.

Another nail drops somewhere in front of me, a sound that would leave a typical victim spinning in place – so, of course, the nightmare comes at me from the side, a ragged wingspan of buzzing power tools that fills my peripheral vision. I hunker down, let it sail over me, and spring up into the air for a short-range charge. All three of my horns connect with a stumpy, buckle-laden back leg, and the nightmare bowls head over heels and crash-lands in front of me.

“Ow!” it says, like a toddler with a skinned knee.

All my fear, anger, and curiosity pops like a soap bubble. “You alright?” I ask, not bothering to mask my concern.

“No!” it cries, in a tinny, air-duct wail. It curls in on itself, rubbing at its leg where I connected. I’m pretty sure it’s actually smaller now. I feel awful.

Now that it’s not moving, it’s easier to get a bead on what it looks like: black, some hints of purple and red, like the night sky just outside a city. It’s about six times my size, four limbs, the hunched stance of a dog or a cat, but its head is roughly human shaped. Given the fluid way it moves, I think it’s always shaped like whatever it thinks will terrify its target the most. And then there’s the machinery, the eyes like welder’s goggles, the whirring drills in place of claws, the saw blades spinning along the ridge of its back, all anchored in place by a spaghetti dinner of leather straps and big chrome buckles.

This is a nightmare, which by the logic that made me means it’s a bad guy. I can feel in my stuffing that I’m supposed to mock it, insult it, play it cool. But that’s not what it needs, and that’s probably not what I need, either. I swallow my first instincts and go with the second wave.

“Anything I can do?”

The nightmare sniffles, still curled away from me, continually rubbing its leg. “No.” It doesn’t sound sure.

“I’m so sorry,” I say. “You scared me, and I reacted. Doesn’t mean you aren’t hurt, but…”

It sniffles again. “I was trying to scare you,” it says. “I understand. It just… it really hurt!”

“Yeah. I’m sorry.”

It rubs at the affected area for another second. “I’m okay. I’ll be okay.” It doesn’t sound okay, at all.

The good news is, I have a job to do here, and it might actually make things better. First things first. “What’s your name?”

The nightmare tenses up in confusion. “What?”

“Your name. If you’re willing to give it to me?”

When it blinks, there’s a sound like a garage door opening and closing. “I’m… Spindleman.”

“Hi, Spindleman.” I extend a cloth paw. “I’m Tippy.”

Spindleman looks at my paw, trying to decide what to do, then brightens before enveloping it with a hand that’s mostly screwdrivers. Shaking it makes me glad I’m kind of hard to hurt.

“Can I ask you for your pronouns?”


It’s very young, then. “When I don’t call you by name, do you prefer he, she, ze, it…”

“It,” Spindleman says. “Matthew always called me it.”

“All right then, it.” I smile, and log the name Matthew for later. “I’m really sorry.”

Despite itself, Spindleman brightens. I take the opportunity.

“Can I ask you a few questions? No is fine, if you’re too upset.”

Spindleman sniffles again. “Okay.”

“Thank you.” I sit down on my haunches, removing what threat I can, and get ready to memorize. “So… judging by appearances, you’re a long way from home, aren’t you?”

“… yes?”

I nod, trying to act as casual as possible. “Okay. Can you tell me where you came from?”

“The bushes around the house,” it says. It sucks in air like a drowning man. “The, the night-time house with the big orange moon. The one that Matthew sleeps in.”

Okay, this I can work with. My stuffing is starting to unclench.  “What can you tell me about Matthew?”

“Small,” Spindleman says, almost awe-struck. “Small, and defenseless, and… vulnerable.” There’s a glaze of saliva over its words, but it’s hard to hold that against it; we’re all what our people made us. “Every night, he has to sleep in his huge room all by himself, and the light in there is bright, so much brighter than the sky I live in during the day…”

“So Matthew is your person?” I ask.

“My person?”

So it’s a very young nightmare, then. “The one who created you,” I explain. “The one who made you Real.”

Spindleman sniffs, nods. “He was my… person. But he’s not anymore.” Its head sags on its long industrial accident of a neck. “He didn’t need me anymore.”

This sounds familiar. I never stop hating it, though. “Are you here because you got separated from Matthew?”

“He stopped caring about me.” Spindleman’s goggle eyes widen, and in their glass I see a towering silhouette offering a big, thick hand to me. “He said I wasn’t scary anymore, and then he kicked me out, and I had to leave the house and come out here and I… I…”

“Shhh. Shhh. It’s okay.”

I lay a gentle paw on one leg, and Spindleman recoils from me, huge again, saw blades sparking where they connect with the cross-beams overhead. I back up, partly calculated and partly panic. Spindleman doesn’t have any facial features, but I can still tell it’s upset.

“I’m sorry,” I say, keeping my distance. “I should have asked before I touched you. And… I’m sorry you got separated.”

Spindleman hesitates, but from my detective stuff’s read, that’s only because it has no idea what an apology looks like. This is going to be a steep climb.

“Is it okay if I ask you some more questions?” I ask.

Spindleman whimpers. “Yes?”

“Is this the first place you went after you left Matthew’s house?”

“Yes. I mean, no. I didn’t leave very long ago, but, this isn’t the first place.”

I sit down on my haunches. “Where was the first place?” I think I know, but that’s when I most need to ask questions.

“I went to the big motel. The one in the big sandbox. The… the bird woman, she helped me find my way there.”

“Bird woman? Tall, muscular, eyes shine red, white, or blue?”

“Yes!” Spindleman says, excited to be able to answer in the affirmative.

“That’s Freedom Frieda. You were staying at the Freedom Motel?”


I nod. The Freedom Motel is a common first stop for Friends newly booted into the Stillreal. The question is how it wound up out here on Sundrop Farms. My toes are starting to vibrate again. “Why did you decide to leave?”

Spindleman shrinks again, now about my size, its machinery partially retracted into its body. “It wasn’t safe there. And everywhere else I went was so, so big, and so open…”

It’s afraid. Hopefully a small distraction will help. “Your home Idea’s pretty small, then? The house, I mean.” I need to be careful of my phrasing.

Spindleman cocks its head. “The sky is big…but the house, and the little garden, and the… car…” It shivers. “Yes. It’s pretty small.”

“So you left there because Matthew didn’t think you were scary, and then the motel was too wide-open for you?”

“No,” Spindleman says. “No, everywhere else was too open for me. The motel was perfect.” Its voice brightens for a second. A very short one. “I left the motel because of the Man.”

“What man?”

“The Man in the Coat. He came by the motel, and he looked in all the windows, and… and he was like me, scary like me, and I had to get out of there…”

“He was like you?” I ask. I try not to sound too excited.

“He was… Real, you said? He could travel like me. He was there looking for me because I left the house.”

My brain sets off fireworks.

Preorder The Imaginary Corpse, available September 10, 2019.

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Paul Cornell Returns to a Strange Supernatural English Suburb as The Lights Go Out in Lychford

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This November, Paul Cornell returns to the “suburban fantasy” of the Lychford series, one of the most delightful and delightfully dark locales in fantasy. The novellas are set in the small English town of Lychford, a spot where the barriers between the human world and the supernatural realm are thin, and a group of local witches (don’t call them a coven)—including Lizzie Blackmore, also incongruously the reverence of St. Martin’s Church, as well as an old woman and the propreitor of the local magic shop—work to keep the peace.

Below, we’re sharing the cover and official summary for The Lights Go Out in Lychfordthe fourth story in the series, which began with 2015’s The Witches of Lychford—as well as some thoughts from the author.

The book is available for preorder now, and will be released November 19, 2019.

Be careful what you wish for…

The continuing tale in the award-nominated Witches of Lychford series, described by Seanan McGuire as “Beautifully written, perfectly cruel and ultimately kind”.

The borders of Lychford are crumbling. Other realities threaten to seep into the otherwise quiet village, and the resident wise woman is struggling to remain wise. The local magic shop owner and the local priest are having troubles of their own.

And a mysterious stranger is on hand to offer a solution to everyone’s problems. No cost, no strings (she says).

But as everyone knows, free wishes from strangers rarely come without a price…

Cover design by FORT

From the author:

When last we left Lychford, that pleasant Cotswolds market town had been left defenseless,the occult barriers that secretly protect it from mystical other dimensions having been torn down. Besides that, Judith, the hedge witch who leads the amateur ‘coven’ of three very different women who stand guard over the town, is suffering from dementia, and can’t be sure of her own powers any more.

The Lights Go Out in Lychford is very much about my own Mum’s experience of dementia, of how frightening that was for her and those around her, as someone very practical found their thoughts becoming as fantastical as magic. (Our amazing cover, which I think is the best in the series, sums up exactly what the book is about.) But, as ever, there’s sadness and comedy and everyday life in the Lychford books, so this one is also about the joy and eccentricity of working on a local festival, as I myself do. Once again it’s the hugeness of magical battles combined with popping out to the Post Office.

As well as telling a complete story, as all the Lychford books do, The Lights Go Out brings the series to a point of high drama, and sets things up for the forthcoming final book, Last Stand in Lychford.

The Lights Go Out in Lychford will be released November 19.

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Announcing The New Voices of Science Fiction, an Essential Anthology of the Future

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In 2017, Tachyon Publications and editors Peter S. Beagle and Jacob Weisman released The New Voices of Fantasy, an anthology of some of the most exciting writers the gene has produced over the past decade—names like Sam J. Miller, Max Gladstone, Brooke Bolander, Alyssa Wong, and Amal El-Mohtar; names that had already grown familiar, provided you pay attention to who is out there winning awards for short fiction. And indeed, the anthology itself became an award-winner, picking up a 2018 World Fantasy Award.

With that kind of success in the rearview mirror, its only natural to try to replicate the experience on the other side of the genre divide. This fall, Jacob Weisman teams with award-winning author Hannu Rajaniemi (The Quantum Thief, Summerland, Invisible Planets) for the companion volume The New Voices of Science Fiction, which features a laudable mission—to highlight the most vibrant new creators of cutting-edge SFF—and a truly enviable list of contributors.

Check out the official summary and full cover (with art by Matt Dixon and design by Elizabeth Story) below. The book arrives November 11, 2019.

What would you do if your collective of tiny bots suddenly decide to mutiny? Would you find bioprinted steak delicious, even after it was signed by the artist? Is an 11 second attention-span long enough to bond with a cryogenically-revived tourist? Would you sell your native language to send your daughter to college?

The avant garde of science fiction has appeared, arriving via time machines and portals that may (or may not) work properly. In this space-age sequel to award-winning anthology, The New Voices of Fantasy, The New Voices of Science Fiction has launched the rising stars of the last five years of science fiction, including Rebecca Roanhorse, Amal El-Mohtar, Alice Sola Kim, Sam J. Miller, E. Lily Yu, Rich Larson, Vina Jie-Min Prasad, Sarah Pinsker, Darcie Little Badger, S. Qiouyi Lu, Kelly Robson, Suzanne Palmer, Nino Cipri, and more. Their wide-ranging tales were hand-selected by cutting-edge author Hannu Rajaniemi (The Quantum Thief) and genre expert Jacob Weisman (Invaders).

So go ahead, join the starship revolution. The new kids hotwired the AI.

World Fantasy Award-winner The New Voices of Fantasy is available now.

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Go Down the Rabbit Hole with Wonderland, an Anthology Inspired by Lewis Carroll

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Lewis Carroll’s Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland has been sequelized, reimagined, remixed, and riffed upon many times in the century and a half since it was first published.

This fall, some of today’s most well-known fantasy writers are getting into the act in Wonderland, a new anthology of Alice-inspired stories coming from editors Marie O’Regan and Paul Kane and publisher Titan Books.

Below, we reveal the cover (designed by Julia Lloyd) as well as the complete list of contributors to the anthology, which will be released in September.

From the greatest names in fantasy and horror comes an anthology of stories inspired by Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, including tales by bestselling authors M.R. Carey, Genevieve Cogman, Catriona Ward, Rio Youers and L.L. McKinney. Join Alice as she is thrown into the whirlwind of Wonderland, in works bending the traditional notions of Lewis Carroll’s classic novel, including ghosts, medieval quests, demons and cyborgs!

The complete list of contributors includes Alison Littlewood, Angela Slatter, Cat Rambo, Catriona Ward, Cavan Scott, Genevieve Cogman, George Mann, James Lovegrove, Jane Yolen, Jonathan Green, Juliet Marillier, L.L. McKinney, Laura Mauro, Lilith Saintcrow, M.R. Carey, Mark Chadbourn, Rio Youers, and Robert Shearman.

Preorder Wonderland, available September 17, 2019.

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Revealing The Name of All Things, the Next Verse of Jenn Lyons’ A Chorus of Dragons

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Last month saw the release of The Ruin of Kings, the debut novel from Jenn Lyons, and the first volume of an ambitious five-book fantasy series known as A Chorus of Dragons. With an inventive narrative structure and ample use of footnotes, it more than satisfied our expectations, built sky high by advance buzz that likened it to A Song of Ice and Fire and The Kingkiller Chronicle.

While Lynons’ series promises to be as epic as either of those lauded sagas, she is definitely doing her own thing—and the books differ in another way as well: Tor is committed to cranking then out on an accelerated schedule, one every nine months or so. Which means that volume two, The Name of All Things, lands before the end of the year—and today, were giving you your first taste of the sequel, via a cover reveal and excerpt.

Find both below the official summary. The Name of All Things arrives October 29.

You can have everything you want if you sacrifice everything you believe. 

Kihrin D’Mon is a wanted man.

Since he destroyed the Stone of Shackles and set demons free across Quur, he has been on the run from the wrath of an entire empire. His attempt to escape brings him into the path of Janel Theranon, a mysterious Joratese woman who claims to know Kihrin. 

Janel’s plea for help pits Kihrin against all manner of dangers: a secret rebellion, a dragon capable of destroying an entire city, and Kihrin’s old enemy, the wizard Relos Var.

Janel believes that Relos Var possesses one of the most powerful artifacts in the world—the Cornerstone called the Name of All Things. And if Janel is right, then there may be nothing in the world that can stop Relos Var from getting what he wants. 

And what he wants is Kihrin D’Mon.

Art by Lars Grant-West

An excerpt from The Name of All Things follows…

“Fine. You’ve gone through a lot of effort to find me.” He looked Janel in the eyes. “Why?”

She answered, “We need your help to slay a dragon.”

Kihrin blinked at her.

“A dragon? A dragon?

Janel blushed. “Please lower your voice.”

“A dragon,” Kihrin repeated a third time. “Do you have any clue—? No, wait. Look, I applaud your ambition or greed or whatever reason you have for thinking this is a good idea. Let me assure you—this is a terrible idea.”

“It matters not if it is or it isn’t—”

“No. I’m sorry. ‘Let’s go kill a dragon’ ranks among the worst of ideas. It’s right above invading the Manol in summer and right below freeing Vol Karoth ‘just for a little while.’ Do you know why parents don’t warn their children not to attack dragons? Because no parent wants to think their kids are that stupid. A dragon would annihilate me before I got close enough to hurt its feelings, let alone do any real damage to it.”

Janel raised an eyebrow at Kihrin. “Are you quite finished?”

“No,” Kihrin said. “I want to know who told you to enlist me into this ludicrous scheme, so I can find that person and shove my—”

“A quarter million people are currently in Atrine,” Janel interrupted. “And they have no idea they’re about to be attacked by the largest dragon ever known.”

That stopped him cold. He ignored the bartender—doing double duty as waitstaff—as she shoved another mug of cider onto the table. She followed that with a bowl of rice and vegetables covered in a thick paste. Without asking if anyone needed anything else, she retreated to the bar.

Kihrin pushed aside the food. “What?”

Musicians and storytellers in the Capital loved to talk about Atrine. What wasn’t to love? Atrine was a literally magical city, crafted of poetry and marble, built by Emperor Atrin Kandor in a single day. Ironically, Kihrin had never met anyone who’d actually been there; it was everyone’s favorite city from a distance.

“You heard me quite well,” Janel said, no longer smiling. “Now, as decided to recruit you for this plan, just what, pray tell, are you planning to shove, and where? Would you care to elaborate?”

Kihrin turned red. He exhaled and turned to the priest. “How are you involved in this?”

“Oh, I’m uh . . .” Qown floundered. “I used to be . . . that is to say . . .” He scowled, flustered. “It’s complicated,” he finished.

“As Qown mentioned earlier, he’s a votary of the Vishai Mysteries,” Janel said. “He’s also a qualified physicker and my best friend.”

Qown looked uncomfortable. Kihrin wondered what part of Janel’s description had upset the priest—his religion or his status as a Royal House licensed healer. Being called dearest friend hadn’t bothered him earlier.

“And you’re fine with this ‘Let’s go kill a dragon’ plan? Because you don’t strike me as the type to throw away your life.”

“With all respect,” Qown replied, “my approval or disapproval is irrelevant. Once Morios surfaces from underneath Lake Jorat, he’ll attack Atrine. Thousands will die. Normally, the Emperor would handle the problem, or the Eight Immortals themselves, but Emperor Sandus is dead, and the gods . . .” He held out his hands.

“The gods are busy battling demons,” Janel finished.

Preorder The Name of All Things, available October 29, 2019.

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