A brilliant new mystery from the author of The Perfect. Featuring Inspector Dreyfus - one of Alastair Reynolds most popular characters - this is a fast-paced SF crime story, combining a futuristic setting with a gripping tale of technology, revolution, and revenge.
The Feed is a startling and timely debut which presents a world as unique and vividly imagined as Station Eleven and The Girl With All the Gifts and explores what it is to be human in the digital age.
Mild-mannered headmaster, Thomas Senlin prefers his adventures to be safely contained within the pages of a book. So when he loses his new bride shortly after embarking on the honeymoon of their dreams, he is ill-prepared for the trouble that follows. To find her, Senlin must enter the Tower of Babel - a world of geniuses and tyrants, of menace and wonder, of unusual animals and mysterious machines. He must endure betrayal, assassination attempts and the long guns of a flying fortress. And if he hopes to ever see his wife again, he will have to do more than just survive . . . this quiet man of letters must become a man of action.
Germany's biggest selling author returns to his Dwarves series. The occupation has ended and the Dark Elves are defeated. Now a new threat rises. One that could bring up the end of all the Dwarves have worked so hard to build.
Three Kings. One Crown. When your friend is one of those Kings, and the rightful heir, what do you do? Well for Girton Club-foot, assassin about town, the answer is simple: to save a King you have to kill a King. ?
Brand Manager and Head of the Realm at Hachette Australia Books. Mutant power: Aggressive humour. Lifelong Trekkie (I don’t find that offensive) comic book reader and former proud bookseller. Likes: Literary, contemporary and speculative fiction. Dislikes: Haters. Ideal date: My birthday.
From the author of DIVERGENT comes an all new adult fantasy series
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori. - WILFRED OWEN, DULCE ET DECORUM EST My subject is war, and the pity of war. The poetry is in the pity. - WILFRED OWEN