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Not movin’ dozn’ mean not doin’

Red and green static dances everywhere for a moment, then disappears.

Quiritis mutters to herself “What’s that all about?”

The Ship AI replies quietly, still with a heavy piratical accent. “That be the sounding lead, testin’ the waters.”

“Meaning?”

“Someone looks t’be slippin’ into the harbor, quiet-like, to take us at anchor. Crow’s nest can’t see a thing, fog’s thick, but thar be a splash t’ be heard.”

Quiritis ponders the words a moment. “You think we are under attack?”

The Ship AI is cautious. “Aye, perhaps, lass. But no shots fired yet, an’ we cann’a fire blindly in’t’ fog without knowin’ wha’ sail be thar.”

“What sort of attack?”

“Noises. Pokin’ ‘n prod’n wi’ lightnin’. Gettin’ their magic in’r compasses.”

“Lightning? EM attack, hacking?”

“Aye. Shit-magnet ‘peers t’be on full power, t’is.”

“But they can’t do that at this tech level! Jamming only.”

“Aye. That’s why the crow’s nest is keepin’ a sharp eye, so’s we knows th’ targets well. Then we be clearin’ the decks in a hurry.”

“Can’t you do something!?”

“Not movin’ duzin’ mean not doin’,” the Ship AI replies conspiratorially. Continue reading Not movin’ dozn’ mean not doin’

Review round-up

From Brandywine Books.

From The Drawn Cutlass.

For those Ace of Spades HQ fans, a mention from the Book Horde.

From Goodreads.

Vox Day’s excerpt. I’m happy to see that someone finally commented on “Canticle 762”

Sales are weird. No news, no plug or promotional that I’m aware of, suddenly it jumps from #30,000 (number 60 or so in genre) to #11,000 (#19 in genre)… (dig, dig, dig) AHhhh… A mention at the  Ace Of Spades book thread as a book plug. That’s why. Whew. THANKS, Horde!

Another review

Another review up at Men of the West. Very kind words. Be really funny if it got me nominated for a “inspirational/spiritual writing” award that I’d come in dead last for : – )

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Reviews are interesting. The CH review had a funny line: it said there was a lot of “logistics porn” typical of “post-apocalyptic” novels. Indeed, it said, that HosP was a post-apocalyptic novel, but one where the blasted and desolate landscape was not the physical one, but the spiritual one. I’d never thought of it that way, but… yeah. That’s a reader who gets it, and phrases it in a way that I’d never have thought of, but is very apt, almost poetic, in its eloquence. That’s one of the fun things about reviews – the can give insight and perspective on how others see what you said in ways that are helpful.