Surprise! A book called The Dinosaur Lords has dinosaurs in it. Who knew?
Well, not so fast, Captain Obvious Straw Man! There aren’t just dinosaurs made of words. There’s pictures.
Pretty pictures. Awesome pictures.
I could also have entitled the post, “Horror Is The Thing With Feathers.”
Yes, to the wonderment and envy of my peers, The Dinosaur Lords has interior illustrations. And they're by the mad artistic genius behind The Cover, Richard Anderson.
There are ten of them. One appears at the beginning of each and every chapter of the book. Tor asked me to write a brief description of each one, including the background on the actual animal, and the role in plays in the novel.
Now, thanks to the fine folks at SF Signal
, the first installment has appeared.
Before the Roger Zelazny Memorial at the Jean Cocteau Cinema last month, my agent Kay McCauley came up to me outside the theater, gave me a hug, and said, "We have a Polish contract?"
Seriously, the inflection made it sound like a question. To which my witty riposte was, “We do?”
“Yes, and we’d be nuts not to take it.”
Here’s Brazilian theropod Pycnonemosaurus nevesi enjoying the Uberabatitan entrée in his natural environment, a Late Cretaceous woodland churrascaria.
Since I seriously wasn’t expecting a major bidding war for Polish-language rights for The Dinosaur Lords, I naturally said, “Sure!”
The Dinosaur Lords gets released one month from today: July 28th, 2015!
That’s not scary at all.
Don’t worry, sweetie. He’s more afraid of you than you are of him.
It’s exciting, sure. But … whoa! Lot of trepidation involved, I must admit.
Tor continues to do well by me. On Twitter they just trotted out The Quote again – you know the one I mean. And speaking of The Quote, I believe I forgot to link it a couple months ago when Tor.com released the guest blog post they asked me to do where I tell the story of how it came about. So here it is.
Not for dinosaurs. Except for birds, that ship sailed 66 million years ago.
So Steve “S. M.” Stirling (that name will come up later, spoilers) and I have a mild and jocular debate going on: he claims we (in our early sixties) are doomed to be the last generation to die before human lifespans get vastly extended.
I maintain that, with a little luck, if we can just hold on a few more years, we’ll slide in under the wire.
In any event, I never saw fit to start myself a “bucket list.” At least till now.
“RAWR means RAWR, unfortunately bald little dromaeosaur!”
Yeah. I need to hit at least some of these before I die. I’m especially hipped on the Royal Tyrrell Museum of Paleontology in Alberta, Canada, since my friend Randi Tinkham Hewett turned me on to it. And also Jurassic Land, since for the last few years I’ve had the conviction I needed to visit Istanbul, inexplicably – except for my love of history, since the city’s drenched in the stuff.
And you can help me … by continuing to do the good work of spreading the word about my upcoming epic fantasy,
The Dinosaur Lords,
to all your friends and family! Please.
Of course, they probably taste like chicken.
Not because we’re in the Matrix (again, probably), but because chickens, like all birds, are dinosaurs.
So people have been asking for excerpts from my senses-shattering, soon-to-be-released epic fantasy novel The Dinosaur Lords. I used to have some here on the blog, but in the Great Upgrade carried out by my Webmaster Supreme Ron Miles they got unavoidably misplaced.
But now here some are, courtesy of the fine folks at Tor.com!
For The Change!
Remember how the launch party for the (now released!) anthology The Change: Tales of Downfall and Rebirth was supposed to be held at George RR Martin's Jean Cocteau Cinema in Santa Fe, NM, on Monday, June 15 at 7 PM? Well, it’s still happening the same date and time.
Just not the same place.
Instead it’s here:
In the heart of The Railyard in downtown Santa Fe, it says right here.
What happened was, the Cocteau scored a run of Jurassic World, no less. But apparently they had to agree to screen it on Monday night or face a fate worse than rampaging dinosaurs.
So a week ago Sunday I went to the wonderful memorial for Roger Zelazny hosted by George R. R. Martin at his Jean Cocteau Cinema in Santa Fe. It was touching – and good to be reminded that my late friend and Wild Cards colleague wasn’t just one of the greatest writers ever, but a really great guy.
The audience was in large part a rogues’ gallery of New Mexico SF/F writers, unsurprisingly. And afterwards at the reception I heard from several of them a song I’ve heard before: my upcoming dinosaur fantasy novel is getting a lot of buzz.
Holy carp! That’s all that remains until the modest little tome I like to call The Dinosaur Lords comes out from Tor!
Not that I’m counting down the days, hours, and minutes until the culmination of twelve or thirteen years (I can’t even remember now) of work finally happens. No, as you can see from my home page, I leave that up to the suave counter installed by my Web-Master Supreme, Ron Miles.
Please enjoy this epic title page, courtesy of Tor.com and artist Richard Anderson.
Yeah. I’m scared. It’s my baby. It’s going out all alone into the cold, cruel world. Sniff.