release the snippet-hounds!
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lagilmanFor those of you who've been holding off - yes, the third book of The Vineart War trilogy, THE SHATTERED VINE, is set for an October 2011 release. So you can buy the first two books without fear; the story will be completed as promised, on schedule. Yay me.
Now go do your part, and buy the books, mmmmkay?
And for those of you who have already done so:
Ships, crashing through a lightning storm where there was no rain. the sloping shoreline, so familiar it sent a pang through his breast, the tall white towers of the royal seat rising against the deep blue sky... men coming ashore, weapons drawn, met by Atakuan warriors, and the clash of steel, all seen from a distance, as though someone else watched, and did nothing...
"We dare not interfere" a voice told him, a man's voice, echoing with the cawing of birds, their wings lifting the voice and carrying it to him. A sensation like spellwine, but harsher, smokier, filled his throat and nose, gagging him. We cannot interfere. We have not the men, we are too far from home. We watch, we warn.
"Who are you?" he managed, even as the view swung around again, as though the watcher were on a boat that had hewed sharply starboard. Two ships, bearing banners Kaïnam did not recognize, a fluttering standard of black, red and gold.
from THE SHATTERED VINE, © Laura Anne Gilman, 2011
Now go do your part, and buy the books, mmmmkay?
And for those of you who have already done so:
Ships, crashing through a lightning storm where there was no rain. the sloping shoreline, so familiar it sent a pang through his breast, the tall white towers of the royal seat rising against the deep blue sky... men coming ashore, weapons drawn, met by Atakuan warriors, and the clash of steel, all seen from a distance, as though someone else watched, and did nothing...
"We dare not interfere" a voice told him, a man's voice, echoing with the cawing of birds, their wings lifting the voice and carrying it to him. A sensation like spellwine, but harsher, smokier, filled his throat and nose, gagging him. We cannot interfere. We have not the men, we are too far from home. We watch, we warn.
"Who are you?" he managed, even as the view swung around again, as though the watcher were on a boat that had hewed sharply starboard. Two ships, bearing banners Kaïnam did not recognize, a fluttering standard of black, red and gold.
from THE SHATTERED VINE, © Laura Anne Gilman, 2011
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Oh, good!
Date: 2011-03-06 06:18 pm (UTC)Re: Oh, good!
Date: 2011-03-06 07:43 pm (UTC)Also, the next PSI novel, TRICKS OF THE TRADE, will be out in November. So you're set for the end of the year...
Re: Oh, good!
Date: 2011-03-07 05:32 pm (UTC)Good thing there are lots of writers I like, or I'd go mad!
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Date: 2011-03-11 02:59 am (UTC)