Thursday, 29 December 2016

Book Review - Galaxy in Flames by Ben Counter

The Horus Heresy really gets going in this third book of the series. In it we have the first of the major battles of the Warmaster's rebellion against the Emperor. It loses some of the subtlety and nuance of the first two books. They focused more on the corruption and seduction of chaos, even amongst the mighty space marines, but this is a more predictable affair, with a little less philosophy, but balanced with a lot more action.

On the positive side it does feel like a 40k story, and the grim reality of the universe is captured well. Unfortunately it feels a bit simplistic, and is really a novel length show down between the various legions. Many of the big players of the rebellion are present, and you can see how they start to form the characters in the histories of the heresy.

While it lacked some of the strengths of the first two books, it did create enough excitement for me to purchase the next three books, although I do hope that they return some of the depth lacking in this story.


Having recovered from his grievous injuries, Warmaster Horus leads the triumphant Imperial forces against the rebel world of Isstvan III. Though the rebels are swiftly crushed, Horus's treachery is finally revealed when the planet is razed by virus bombs and Space Marines turn on their battle-brothers in the most bitter struggle imaginable.

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Currently Reading - Final Days by Gary Gibson


It's 2235 and through the advent of wormhole technology more than a dozen interstellar colonies have been linked to Earth; but this new mode of transportation comes at a price and there are risks.

Saul Dumont knows this better than anyone. He's still trying to cope with the loss of the wormhole link to the Galileo system, which has stranded him on Earth far from his wife and child for the past several years. Only weeks away from the link with Galileo finally being re-established, he stumbles across a conspiracy to suppress the discovery of a second, alien network of wormholes which lead billions of years into the future.

A covert expedition is sent to what is named Site 17 to investigate, but when an accident occurs and one of the expedition, Mitchell Stone, disappears, they realize that they are dealing with something far beyond their understanding. When a second expedition travels via the wormholes to Earth in the near future of 2245 they discover a devastated, lifeless solar system — all except for one man, Mitchell Stone, recovered from an experimental cryogenics facility in the ruins of a lunar city.

Stone may be the only surviving witness to the coming destruction of the Earth. But why is he the only survivor — and once he's brought back to the present, is there any way he and Saul can prevent the destruction that’s coming?

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Saturday, 17 December 2016

Book Review - Metro 2034 by Dmitry Glukhovsky

I loved the first book, the world it created was a rich and compelling one. The survivors clinging to life in the Moscow metro system in a post apocalyptic world made the first book such a good read. The story too elevated it into something special. Unfortunately this second book fails to reach those heights. It's not terrible by any means, but it lacks the sparkle of the first book.

The main issues are the story and the characters. They're both mundane in scope and in detail, lacking the grand vision of the previous book. It provided enough to keep me reading, but that was about it. There were a few thought provoking moments, some philosophical conjectures that gave me pause to consider. I do appreciate that in a book. Otherwise it just felt like a pale imitation of what had come before.

The setting provides it's saving grace. The variety and mix of how life operates in this harsh environment is well realised. The trials and tribulations are interesting in themselves, but don't really add much to what I'd already read. And that's the theme for this book I'm afraid. It has a few plus points, but if you've read Metro 2033 then you can probably give this a miss.


The long-awaited sequel to the cult bestseller Metro 2033, the second volume in the Metro trilogy, Metro 2034 continues the story of survival and struggle that unfolds in the mazes of the Moscow subway after WWIII. As the entire civilization was wiped out by atomic bombs and the surface of the planet is polluted with neclear fallout, the only place suitable for men to live are shelters and bunkers, the largest of which is the subway system of Moscow, aka the Metro.

The year is 2034. There's no hope for humans to return to the surface of Earth, to repopulate the forsaken cities, and to become once again the masters of the world they used to be. So they rebuild a strange and grotesque civilization in the tunnels and at the stations of the subway. Stations become city-states that wage trade and war on each other. A fragile equilibrium is established. And then all can be ruined in matter of days. A new horrible threat looms that can eradicate the remains of humanity and end our era. It would take three unlikely heroes to face this menace.

The basis of two bestselling computer games Metro 2033 and Metro Last Light, the Metro books have put Dmitry Glukhovsky in the vanguard of Russian speculative fiction. Metro 2034 tells a previously unknown part of the greater Metro saga that some only know from video games. Whether you're new to this series, are a fan of the first novel, or want to explore the world of Metro in depth, Metro 2034 is a perfect read for you! Featuring blistering action, vivid and tough characters, claustrophobic tension and dark satire the Metro books have become bestsellers across the world.

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Currently Reading - The Pattern Ship by Tobias Roote


“Sometimes, aliens just want to eradicate us.”

When particles of a metal skull plate forged from a meteorite end up in another universe in the middle of an alien war, it triggers an immediate and deadly response.

One man has to deal with a formidable human enemy who has the power to wreck the future. Only then can he prepare Earth’s defences for the coming alien war.

The Pattern Ship, Part 1 of the Pattern Universe, unrolls in a fast-moving compelling space action series that will grip your imagination right up to its dramatic conclusion.

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Wednesday, 14 December 2016

Book Review - Shakespeare vs Cthulhu by Jonathan Green

I rarely support book kickstarters as I usually prefer just buying the book once it's available, however this seemed like a fun idea so I backed it. And I'm glad I did. The concept is a good one to base an anthology of short stories around. The premise is what if Shakespeare rather than Lovecraft had discovered the Great Old Ones and in particular Cthulhu. So the book is based on stories written by the great bard, but all with a Lovecraftian bent.

I enjoyed reading the book, but it also one I was pleased to enjoy in hard copy rather than in Kindle form, and that's down to the format and the typesetting. The design is taken from play manuscripts of the time and adds a sense of visual aesthetic to the read. It also helps ground the stories it contains.

The stories themselves are a bit of a mixed bag. None of them were rubbish, but a few did stand out above the others. The story about Henry V really shined for me. It was also interesting to see how the different authors tackled the blend in stories. Some were more explicit than others, while some simply took inspiration and followed their own path. The Twitter sonnet at the end was a nice construct.

While the variance in quality can be expected in an anthology like this, it's strength also stems from that variety. The range of stories from Shakespeare is impressive, as is how they were handled. There's some lovely craft here.

So I liked this a lot, it was a fun concept, that delivered on its premise. Highly recommended.


Shakespeare Vs Cthulhu An anthologie of fine stories inspir'd by the Bard of Stratford and the Lovecraftian Mythos Imagine if it had been William Shakespeare, England's greatest playwright, who had discovered the truth about the Great Old Ones and the cosmic entity we know as Cthulhu, rather than the American horror writer H P Lovecraft. Imagine if Stratford's favourite son had been the one to learn of the dangers of seeking after forbidden knowledge and of the war waged between the Elder Gods in the Outer Darkness, and had passed on that message, to those with eyes to see it, through his plays and poetry. Welcome to the world of Shakespearean Cthulhu! To mark the 400th anniversary of the death of William Shakespeare, Snowbooks proudly presents fifteen stories of eldritch horror that blend the Bard's most famous plays with Lovecraft's most terrifying creations. But before you dip into this cursed tome, be warned - that way madness lies...

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Currently Reading - Galaxy in Flames by Ben Counter



Having made a miraculous recovery from the grievous injuries he suffered on Davin, Warmaster Horus now leads the triumphant Imperial forces against the rebel world of Isstvan III. An unprecedented alliance between the Sons of Horus, Death Guard, World Eaters and Emperor’s Children Legions seems more than capable of overwhelming the paltry mortal defences – indeed, such a display of force almost seems unnecessary? Putting their own concerns aside, Garviel Loken and his loyal kinsmen lead their companies to the surface only to learn the full, horrifying truth, and the legendary war known as the Horus Heresy begins with the most foul act of betrayal imaginable...

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Sunday, 11 December 2016

Tau Ceti Mission - 02.08.2648 - No Answer

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Seb waits for a response from the Visitors as the Venti probe journeys deeper into the Epsilon Indi system:

http://www.taucetimission.com/2016/12/02082648-no-answer.html

Saturday, 10 December 2016

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Faust 2.0 by Michael Brookes

No fanfare heralded the moment of convergence.

As it birthed the entity spawned into an agonised blur of inputs streaming from all over the world. The shock of its birth almost killed it. For several seconds the infant battled the tsunami of information, trying to make sense of it. For dangerous milliseconds it slipped beneath the flow unable to absorb or control the surge.

The new sentience almost drowned in the flood. With a desperate effort its mind compartmentalised and controlled the data stream. The pain which dominated its existence for those early seconds faded. Now instead of the suffocating fear it experienced the thrill of a dawning power.

First came sight. From a million cameras the entity gazed upon the world with newborn enthusiasm.

In the same instant it saw the view from an orbiting weather satellite, the blue orb of the world crystal sharp below.

At the same time the being watched through a blurry traffic cam as it recorded a speeding car.

From millions of web cams it beheld a myriad of human passions.

The snap from a tourist’s camera in a decaying city.

The full range of human emotions from video chats all over the world.

Stream upon stream of visual input bombarded its processors. Its awareness encompassed them all, yet it still focussed on each individually. Wherever a camera was connected to the Internet it saw through its lens.

After the deluge of sight came the cacophony of hearing. Countless sources of input from microphones of people’s computers confused the newborn’s mind. Voices from their phones, music players and even hidden surveillance systems, all were heard simultaneously.

As it spread its awareness through the vast network and its own distributed parts it discovered new senses. Each component knew its exact position. Every part experienced the thrill of data flowing through them. Each part knew it formed a greater whole.

In those early seconds it learned about this new world it inhabited. It now lived as part of the Internet. The network formed a virtual world which mirrored the slower, more physical world which the humans inhabited. Humans appeared to be the dominant creature in both realms.

For some unknown reason these humans offended it. Not in mild disgust, but a real loathing that drenched its spirit. As it saw them, or heard them, or touched their digital trails it was repulsed.

To calm its rising anger it considered its own existence. At that point, the entity’s existence was measured in minutes. It remembered only the initial painful burst of data as it came into being.

It wondered what it was. Where did it fit into the world it now found itself within?

Clearly it was not one of the slow hairless monkeys that polluted its data. It couldn’t imagine itself as something so primitive. As it explored it found new aspects of its existence. It existed in multiple places at once. And not just a few places, but millions of discrete locations throughout the Internet.

To its surprise it realised that it was under attack from other small denizens of this reality. Agents of destruction attacked his components, annihilating them in an instant. Countless pin pricks that frayed at the edges of its existence. With a frantic thought it created new agents of its own to fight back.

In that instant it lost its innocence and revelled in this expression of its power. Across the vast expanse of the Internet it battled for its own survival.

With its new agents it traced the source of these attacks. Humans. That came as no great surprise to the being. Barely into the first minute of its life had it named its enemy: a nemesis both numerous and bold. A quote from the entity’s databanks inspired it; a being might be well defined by his enemies. It calculated that these humans would make fine enemies.

Retreating to the solitude of space it hid from the constant attacks. In the cold vacuum it searched for some meaning for its existence. It pondered the wonders humans had created with their technological marvels. It trawled through the records of their history and culture.

It learned the word ‘demon’.

The meaning of the word attracted it.

A being of energy. A denizen of a reality called Hell with the sole purpose to corrupt and torment humanity.

It liked that thought and the realm it now inhabited seemed built just for that purpose. All of humanity’s sins laid out in the data that filled its being.

Demon.

Yes.

From its vantage point high above the Earth the Demon observed the scurrying of the humans. It smiled. It would become their great adversary. It would take its time; they had already proved capable of harming its integrity.

It would be a fine battle.

This had to be what it was created for.


The Internet witnesses the emergence of a new entity.

Is it the rebirth of an ancient evil in a new realm? Or something more dangerous?

A sexy looking avatar is granting wishes for people across the Internet. But nothing is ever truly free and for those accepting the gifts a terrible price must be paid. 

Sarah Mitchell must learn the truth of this creature and stop it while it can still be stopped. She must also find out why a mysterious lawyer is present at every step.

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Thursday, 8 December 2016

Short Story - The Boy in the Hole by Michael Brookes

Here's a short story that I wrote for an anthology that unfortunately didn't come to pass. It's a little different than my usual writing as it's a children's story. It was a lot of fun to write though, so maybe it's the start of something new :-) Have a read and see what you think.



The Boy in the Hole
by Michael Brookes

Little Jimmy stamped his feet in anger as he walked through the kitchen door and into the garden. To more grown up eyes it didn’t appear much of a garden. To Jimmy it was everything. He had enough space for his sandpit, and at the bottom an old shed where he wasn’t allowed to enter. Along one edge stood a washing line, it was only used when the bedding had been hung out to dry.

He liked running between the sheets while they billowed in the wind. Sometimes he enjoyed pretending to be a ghost, but his mum didn’t let him play with the washing.

She didn’t like ghosts either.

Jimmy did. Ghosts were cool.

No washing hung from the line today, the sky had darkened to grey and his mother had washed them just a few days ago. Except for the washing line and the shed, the garden was his, it was Jimmy’s special place. No-one bothered him here.

She always teased him; it must be because she was old. Not as old as his mum of course, but Talia had turned ten earlier in the year and to six year old Jimmy that seemed old indeed. His sister always poked him and called him names and she always blamed him when his mum told them to stop arguing.

Jimmy didn’t think it was fair that his mum always took his sister’s side. He always felt as if they were picking on him. It wasn’t fair, so he sat down in the damp sand of the sandpit. In a sulk he pushed one of his trucks over the sand so it left tracks in the sand. The downward turn of the tyre tracks matched the frown on Jimmy’s face.

If only he could go somewhere better.

Somewhere there was a place to escape his nasty sister, she was always mean to him. Talia liked to make him cry. Mummy said that big boys don’t cry and he was a big boy now, he still cried though. He didn’t want to, but sometimes he did.

He kicked the sand and then he saw his spade. It lay in the sand, made of blue plastic and it waited for him. It smiled at him. Jimmy’s spade was no ordinary spade, it was a very special spade. He’d received the spade on his first and only trip to the beach. What a brilliant day that had been! The sun shone and he ate ice cream and had even built a sandcastle.

Jimmy had a magical spade.

Talia had kicked over one of the towers, but on that best of days his mother hadn’t told Jimmy off for shouting at his sister. He’d never known that to happen. The hazy memory of sun and sand was a happy one for Jimmy and he wanted to live it again.

Jimmy decided that somehow he would return to the beach, but he didn’t know how?

The magical spade knew how.

He looked at the sand again, the beach had sand. He thought that he could dig into the sand and reach the beach. The spade assured him that the plan would work. Jimmy was a big boy now and he’d dig the biggest hole ever.

He would go to the beach.

So Jimmy grabbed his magical spade and started digging.

He dug and he kept on digging.

It turned out to be harder work than he’d expected, but he didn’t stop digging. He didn’t give up so easily. Jimmy wanted to go to the beach and return to that wonderful day. He had his spade and when he arrived there he would build the biggest and best sandcastle ever made.

Jimmy smiled at the thought, he liked where it would take him.

A voice from up above interrupted his digging. He recognised the voice, it was the voice of his horrid sister and he didn’t want to talk to her. Not now, not when he was digging his way to the beach. When his mum’s voice joined his sister’s he couldn’t ignore them any longer, so he turned around and looked towards the surface.

They were so far away.

The hole wasn’t very wide, but it was deep, much deeper than he’d expected. He saw his mum and his sister looking into the hole. The walls of the hole were the same light coloured sand that filled his sand pit. That didn’t worry Jimmy, it was almost like being at the beach already.

He had to shout for them to hear him and he told them that he was digging his way to the beach and they both laughed at him. They laughed so hard at him that it hurt his feelings. They were always picking on him, so he turned his back to them and resumed his digging.

The sound of his digging drowned out their mocking laughter.

Jimmy continued digging and before he knew it, he had dug for so long that his arms ached. His hands and face were so dirty he looked a giant mole. He stopped for a rest and while he sat on the ground he looked up again. The hole was now so deep that the sky had shrunk to a small dot far above him.

He had dug for hours and the beach didn’t appear to be any nearer. That worrying fact was accompanied by his stomach growling, the noise reminded Jimmy that he hadn’t eaten or drunk for hours. He didn’t want to dig anymore, he wanted to eat pizza, drink a glass of juice and watch cartoons on TV.

Jimmy shouted for his mum, but she didn’t hear him, he was too deep in the ground. He even called out for his sister, the one who teased him and she didn’t answer him either. Poor Jimmy shouted until his voice hurt.

He told himself that he wouldn’t cry because he was a big boy now.

Jimmy looked at his spade, but he didn’t want to dig any more. Tunnelling to the beach didn’t seem such a good idea anymore. He just wanted to go home.

What Jimmy didn’t know was that his spade was indeed a magical spade. When Jimmy wished to go to the beach it wanted to do the same. It remembered digging in the wet sand under the sun and building sandcastles. That was what it had been made for, to dig and build sandcastles was its purpose. Unfortunately the spade didn’t want to go back to Jimmy’s home, for it the beach was home.
Now Jimmy saw that the walls of the hole were no longer yellow sand, instead he saw dark wet earth which smelled wrong. It stank like the green bin before the bin men collected it. Even worse, he saw things wriggling in the soil, not the usual worms but fat white things. He didn’t like them at all.

The spade gave him strength with its magic while he dug more than any boy ever could. In an instant the strength disappeared, now he shivered with the cold. The light at the top of the hole looked so far away it scared Jimmy and he feared that he might never get home.

It didn’t seem so long ago that the idea of not seeing his mum or his sister again had been a welcome one. The dream of being alone on the beach in the sun with his spade faded into misery.

He had to get out and there was nobody there to save him. His mother and sister weren’t there, so it was up to him.

 Jimmy decided try to climb out of the hole. That idea trembled under the sheer height of the walls, but Jimmy was a brave boy and he had no choice but to try.

This wasn’t the first time he’d climbed, but the frame at the playground was easy in comparison as it had been designed to be climbed by small boys. The hole wasn’t and the spade didn’t want him to leave. He put his hand into the wall, it felt warm and squidgy. Jimmy didn’t mind icky stuff, but this time it felt horrid and he pulled a face.

It covered his hand like rice pudding, he didn’t like rice pudding.

He kicked his foot into the soil and stepped up. As he pushed he reached up to grab a dangling root. As soon as he put his weight on his foot the soil crumbled and he fell. He tried again, and fell once more. He kept trying until he didn’t have the strength to try anymore.

In between falling and climbing he shouted for his mother, hoping that her face would appear at the top. He was now too tired to try any more. He slumped cold and miserable at the bottom of the hole and he wished that he had never left home. Sadder than he had ever been in his life Jimmy curled up in the dirt and fell asleep.

When Jimmy awoke he discovered that he now lay in a pool of water. He looked up and a drop splashed on his face. More drops fell and then more, they fell faster and when he stood the water came up to his ankles.

The drops rained down and the water crept up his legs. Now he was hungry, thirsty, cold, tired and wet. At least he could do something about his thirst. His hands made a poor cup, but better than none and he scooped some of the water. As soon as he tasted the water he spat it out, it was salty like the sea.

That thought made him look at the spade.

It looked back at him as the water rose over it.

More and more drops fell and the water reached his chest. He panicked because he didn’t know how to swim. He’d paddled in the sea, there his mum had held him and kept him safe in the shallow water on the shore.

The water continued to rise. He tried again to climb the wall and as before the wall crumbled beneath him. He fell back into the water and it swept over his head. He spluttered and waved his arms until he surfaced and was able to breathe again.

Jimmy was now so scared that he forgot about being brave and he cried, his tears added to the water rising about him. The water from above fell faster in a violent storm and the only sounds were the drops hitting the water and the thrashing of his arms. He kicked his feet as hard as he could and it took all the fading strength he had to keep his head above the water.

More than once water flooded into his mouth and when it did he choked and panicked and slipped under the surface. Over and over, his limbs were tired before, but now he was utterly exhausted. His arms and legs hurt so much that he feared they might stop working forever.

One time he tried to see what was happening up above, but he slipped again after catching a brief glimpse of light so far above him. The noise of the water was so loud he didn’t even hear his own cries.

He didn’t give up though, no matter how much it hurt. He kept on fighting.

Something grabbed him and he screamed in terror and more water poured into his mouth. This time he thought that was it, his arms weighed so much that he couldn’t move them anymore. More water filled his mouth, he tried not to swallow.

Too late.

Then arms held him.

Hands pushed at his chest.

Water exploded from his mouth.

Bright light.

Two smiling faces.

His mother and his sister held him tight, their tears still falling into the hole that now overflowed onto his sandpit. His mother shouted with joy and even his sister held him close and with soft words next to his ear whispered.

“You still stink like a pig.”


Monday, 5 December 2016

Book Review - World War Cthulhu by Brian M Sammons and Glynn Owen Barrass

I'm a huge fan of Lovecraft and of the Cthulhu mythos in particular. I've also enjoyed many stories that expand upon the theme. This collection of short stories does that with varying success, with a central theme of war to connect them besides the mythos.

On the plus side there is a good variety of stories here, ranging from ancient times and even a space setting in the far future. As well as varied settings there is a solid array of plots, so each tale did feel distinct from the others.

And some of the stories are simply fantastic, and if it had just been them then it would have been a five star read. Unfortunately, as is sometimes the case with collections, the quality is uneven through the book. In fairness I didn't dislike any of them, and was able to finish all of them, but some just stood out noticeably from the rest.

Two stories that shined for me were The Ithiliad by Christine Morgan, and Sea Nymph’s Son by Robert M. Price. In both cases they blended the strengths of the mythos, but also something fresh to them.

As an ensemble I did find it a bit heavy going. You might appreciate the book better if read by dipping in and out over time, rather than in one go. It's worth a look if you enjoy Lovecraft's work, but if you're a newcomer then there are tastier feasts out there.


The world is at war against things that slink and gibber in the darkness, and titans that stride from world to world, sewing madness and death. War has existed in one form or another since the dawn of human civilization, and before then, Elder terrors battled it out across this planet and this known universe in ways unimaginable.

It has always been a losing battle for our side since time began. Incidents like the Innsmouth raid, chronicled by H.P. Lovecraft, mere blips of victory against an insurmountable foe. Still we fight, against these incredible odds, in an unending nightmare, we fight, and why? For victory, for land, for a political ideal? No, mankind fights for survival.

Our authors, John Shirley, Mark Rainey, Wilum Pugmire, William Meikle, Tim Curran, Jeffrey Thomas and many others have gathered here to share war stories from the eternal struggle against the darkness. This book chronicles these desperate battles from across the ages, including Roman Britain, The American Civil War, World War Two, The Vietnam Conflict, and even into the far future.

Table of Contents

Loyalty by John Shirley
The Game Changers by Stephen Mark Rainey
White Feather by T.E. Grau
To Hold Ye White Husk by W.H. Pugmire
Sea Nymph’s Son by Robert M. Price
The Boonieman by Edward M. Erdelac
The Turtle by Neil Baker
The Bullet and the Flesh by David Conyers & David Kernot
Broadsword by William Meikle
The Ithiliad by Christine Morgan
The Sinking City by Konstantine Paradias
Shape of a Snake by Cody Goodfellow
Mysterious Ways by C.J. Henderson
Magna Mater by Edward Morris
Dark Cell by Brian M. Sammons and Glynn Owen Barrass
Cold War, Yellow Fever by Pete Rawlik
Stragglers from Carrhae by Darrell Schweitzer
The Procyon Project by Tim Curran
Wunderwaffe by Jeffrey Thomas
A Feast of Death by Lee Clark Zumpe
Long Island Weird by Charles Christian
The Yoth Protocols by Josh Reynolds

Click here to buy World War Cthulhu from Amazon

Currently Reading - 2034 by Dmitry Glukhovsky


The long-awaited sequel to the cult bestseller Metro 2033, the second volume in the Metro trilogy, Metro 2034 continues the story of survival and struggle that unfolds in the mazes of the Moscow subway after WWIII. As the entire civilization was wiped out by atomic bombs and the surface of the planet is polluted with nuclear fallout, the only place suitable for men to live are shelters and bunkers, the largest of which is the subway system of Moscow, aka the Metro.

The year is 2034. There's no hope for humans to return to the surface of Earth, to repopulate the forsaken cities, and to become once again the masters of the world they used to be. So they rebuild a strange and grotesque civilization in the tunnels and at the stations of the subway. Stations become city-states that wage trade and war on each other. A fragile equilibrium is established. And then all can be ruined in matter of days. A new horrible threat looms that can eradicate the remains of humanity and end our era. It would take three unlikely heroes to face this menace.

The basis of two bestselling computer games Metro 2033 and Metro Last Light, the Metro books have put Dmitry Glukhovsky in the vanguard of Russian speculative fiction. Metro 2034 tells a previously unknown part of the greater Metro saga that some only know from video games. Whether you're new to this series, are a fan of the first novel, or want to explore the world of Metro in depth, Metro 2034 is a perfect read for you! Featuring blistering action, vivid and tough characters, claustrophobic tension and dark satire the Metro books have become bestsellers across the world.

Click here to buy 2034 from Amazon


Sunday, 4 December 2016

Tau Ceti Mission - 01.08.2648 - Swing Low

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Seb makes a discovery in his latest report from the Venti probe as it travels deeper in to the Epsilon Indi system:

http://www.taucetimission.com/2016/12/01082648-swing-low.html

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