Archive for October, 2010
Short form: Carousel Tides has been sent off into the world in style, and! I had a blast.
We were on the top floor at the Sea View, and the views were spectacular:
As if this wasn’t enough fun, we had a party, too!
We had folks come up to Old Orchard Beach from such far-flung places as Alabama, Virginia, Maryland (by proxy), New York, Massachusetts, and South Portland. Jeanne at Beggar’s Ride was an elegant hostess, the buffet from Roma was to die for, I got to talk to a lot of people and signed bunches of books.
A success, by anyone’s accounting.
Home now, car unloaded, cats placated. Tired.
Thanks again to everyone who took time to come to the party — and a blessed Samhain to all.
This is the fifth and last day of the Carousel Tides Snippet Fest, sponsored by Baen Books! More snippety goodness to follow.
Tall and thin, with fly-away blond hair – absolutely unmemorable, except for one thing. She was pointing a gun at my chest.
“No,” I said. “They’re high-handed because they’re from the Land of the Flowers, and you’re not.”
“Woman jumps off the Pier to get between bullets and a seal, you think they’re gonna send the Rescue? Just in case?
“That bullet we dug out of your arm at personal pain to yourself?” “Yah?” I agreed warily. He looked owlish. “It’s silver.”
“Trust me, you don’t want to hear that story.” He grinned. “Actually, I do. After all, it’s got a happy ending.”
One week of snippets is now completed; thank you for your kind attention. Remember! Carousel Tides hits the stands November 2, from Baen!
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Here ends Day Five of the Epic Carousel Tides tweet-a-thon. Thank you for playing along!
If you’re in or around Old Orchard Beach this evening between 7 and 9 stop by the Seaview for the Carousel Tides warm up reception. Look for the starry balloons!
Tomorrow is the Big Book Launch Party at Beggar’s Ride, 39 Old Orchard Street from 7 – 9 p.m. Looking forward to seeing you there!
If you’re going to be in Old Orchard Beach this evening, and would like to come to the warm-up wine and cheese reception at the Seaview Inn, drop me a note at liadenuniverseAtgmailDOTcom for directions, or look for the blue and gold stars flying high above the Seaview’s driveway.
It’s a lovely day at the ocean with rolling grey clouds and a gentle surf. Y’all should definitely come on down!
Now, off to Beggar’s Ride to talk with Jeanne and do some set-up.
Welcome to the penultimate day of the Carousel Tides Grand Snippet Adventure, sponsored by Baen Books. Snippets beginning in 3…2…1…
“Hair of the dog,” he said, pressing the flask into my hand. “Drink up, matey; this draught’ll make a man of ye!”
“It was an Ozali who came. Who, I cannot say. He had woven a glamour about himself, but he could not mask the odor of High Magic.”
Googin Rock lay before me, flames flickering hungrily beneath the black, bladed surface.
“That’s nice,” Borgan murmured. “Yes,” I managed to say calmly, “it is. But it’s only glamor.”
My right foot went into the cup of Borgan’s hands, there was a moment of lift, and I was airborne, the land wailing inside my head.
The willie, possibly believing it was about to witness a new and exciting form of suicide, spun closer.
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Here ends Day Four of the Epic Carousel Tides tweet-a-thon. Tune in bright and early tomorrow for the next installment!
This is Day Three of the the Epic Carousel Tides Snippet Tweet, sponsored by Baen. Street date 11/2. Book launch 10/30. Mark your calendars!
Visiting the Wood, frying a man’s grass – not exactly walking lightly on the land. And the land had taken note.
It’s an old machine; a menagerie, like the name says, three across, twenty-three animals and a chariot.
Horses: an Indian pony with a blanket saddle; a bejeweled charger; a dandy little gray with fangs, batwings furled against its sides.
Force flowed and flowered, prickly against my skin. I tasted mint and honey, a tattered remnant of Gran’s signature.
“Saw the one with batwings take a nip out of a fella come down to talk to your gran.”
“You’re trenvay,” I said, sounding accusatory in my own ears. Borgan raised a lazy eyebrow. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
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Here ends Day Three of the Epic Carousel Tides tweet-a-thon. Tune in bright and early tomorrow for the next installment!
Day Two of the Carousel Tides tweet-a-thon, excerpting snippets from the book at the dizzying rate of 6 in 12 hours. Watch the skies. . .
“Good morning, fair Nerazi,” I said, moving closer across the sand.
“Nay, nay, keep your sweet words close and be niggardly in their spending! For when those are gone, there will be no more, I warrant.”
“Normal folk see what they want to see,” I agreed. “And we’re lucky that they do.”
“That deed is ancient! We surveyed as well as we could, but when the markers are old rocks and trees that rotted 50 years ago –”
“You’re vandalizing my lawn and if you don’t cease, I’ll call the police and see you hauled away in handcuffs!”
“Hear me, Man,” I heard myself say. “The boundary will be honored.” The Word spoke itself, soft and gentle, like dew.
The line between our properties was marked with a ride ribbon of dead grass.
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Here ends Day Two of the Epic Carousel Tides tweet-a-thon. Tune in bright and early tomorrow for the next installment!
Maine fantasy Carousel Tides by Sharon Lee hits stores 11/2 from Baen. Book launch 10/30 in Old Orchard Beach. Snippet week starts: 3, 2, 1
No matter how many words they use to say it, people only ever leave home for two reasons. Money, that’s one. Love — that’s the other.
Me, I was worried about my grandmother. Worried enough to risk a homecoming.
Mind you, the crisis Bonny Pepperidge couldn’t settle with her off-hand while cooking breakfast wasn’t likely to roll over for me.
I’m only an Archer; the Pepperidges have operated the Archers Beach merry-go-round since right around the dawn of civilization, Maine time.
“Morning,” I answered. “Pleasant day for a walk.”
He laughed and jerked his head at the fog-shrouded ocean. “No going out in this, and by the time it burns off, the tide’ll have turned.”
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Here ends Day One of the Epic Carousel Tides tweet-a-thon. Tune in bright and early tomorrow for the next installment!
Regarding the Yule Chapbook
As some of you know, Steve was recently hospitalized with pneumonia. He’s now home, but in the face of orders to rest, we have decided to postpone this year’s Yule chapbook. We do anticipate doing a new Adventures in the Liaden Universe® chapbook in early-to-mid-2011.
Thank you for your understanding.
SRM Publisher Store Temporarily Closed
Those who shop the SRM online store will perhaps have noticed that the ordering system has been turned off. This is also due to Steve’s illness. Orders that were placed before the switch was thrown will be indefinitely delayed. We very much regret this. Those wishing a refund for their unfilled order, please write to SHARON at rolanniATkorvalDOTcom with your PayPal receipt.
We will by the end of November be closing the current SRM headquarters location and bringing the business back into the basement of the Confusion Factory.
An announcement will be made when the SRM store is again open for business.
Where in the world are Lee and Miller?
Sharon will be launching Carousel Tides from Beggar’s Ride Studio and Gallery, 39 Old Orchard Street, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, on Saturday, October 30, from 7-9 p.m. Beggar’s Ride owner-operator Jeanne Peterson Kamfonik is hosting, catering by Roma, more information here.
Steve Miller and Sharon Lee will be signing at the Barnes and Noble Marketplace in Augusta, Maine on Saturday, December 4, beginning at 1 p.m.
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Chill, Elizabeth Bear
The Replacement, Brenna Yovanoff
Ghost Ship, Sharon Lee and Steve Miller
Merchanter’s Luck, C.J. Cherryh (reread)
Mr. Monster, Dan Wells
Mockingjay, Suzanne Collins
I Am Not a Serial Killer, Dan Wells
Major Pettigrew’s Last Stand, Helen Simonson
Half Magic, Edward Eager
Unknown, Rachel Caine
The Devil in the White City, Erik Larson
Sunshine, Robin McKinley
Bone Crossed, Patricia Briggs
‘Till We Have Faces, C.S. Lewis
The Thirteenth Tale, Diane Setterfield
The Ten-Cent Plague, David Hajdu
Bridge of Birds, Barry Hughart