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.
And not just any change. The Change.
Turn and face the strange….
You’re familiar with S. M. Stirling’s Emberverse novels, right? They’re perennial best-sellers – and if not quite on a George or Diana scale, they’re still right up there. They tell the story of an alternate Earth in which, one day, modern technology … stopped.
And they’re pretty wildly entertaining and fun. They started out as mostly alt-history SF, and have evolved in a heroic fantasy direction.
Now meet The Change: Tales of Downfall and Rebirth. It’s an anthology of stories set in Steve’s Changed Earth. And I’m in it.
And it’s due out – whoa! June 2nd, which is a week from tomorrow!
So, just as they said they would, Tor dropped a teaser look at some of the interior illustrations for The Dinosaur Lords today.
Yep. You heard that right.
And how are they?
Creators’ truth, until I saw the big version on Tor.com, I didn’t realize this was the Bocaterrible (Pliosaurus funkei, aka Predator X) eatin’ pirates from an actual sequence in the book.
Well, given that they’re done by Richard Anderson, the same Art Wizard who did The Cover, just about the way you’d expect.
So a bunch has happened since last I checked in here. I will try to fill in some of the highlights right here over the next few days.
One of the biggest came – was it almost a month ago? – when for the first time I got to attend the Jack Williamson Lectureship at Eastern New Mexico University in Portales. It was swell.
Uncle Vic wants you!
…To come see him as Guest of Honor here next year!
This year’s guest of honor was Paolo Bacigalupi,
whom I met for the first time.
Yes, I’m in a grandiose mood today. Deal.
Do I detect a note of influence from my buddy George here?
#7 on LA Weekly’s “The 10 Most Ridiculous Metal Album Covers of 2014.”
Because when I go grandiose, I don’t do half measures.
And now I have a Very Large Favor to ask of my Internet Master Mind: what magazines, blogs, and other outlets ought I suggest to Tor to send review copies of The Dinosaur Lords to, please?