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The first book in a wildly entertaining new fantasy series from acclaimed author Josiah Bancroft …
"The king wishes to be cooked alive," the royal secretary said, accepting the proffered saucer and cup and immediately setting both aside.
— Hexologists by Josiah Bancroft (The Hexologists, #1)
On the fictional island of Patusan—and much to the ire of the Patusan natives—the Korean …
“Your mother is going to be a star,” said the man in the gray uniform.
— Counterweight by Anton Hur, Djuna
As Vardia descends into chaos, Captain Frey is doing his best to keep his crew …
Captain Darian Frey was accustomed to long odds; his whole life, he’d been an outside chance. Lacking the ability to win in a fair fight, he survived instead by guile and the illogical optimism favoured by gamblers and drunks, which made the riskiest of plans seem like a good idea at the time.
— The Ace of Skulls by Chris Wooding (Tales of the Ketty Jay, #4)
Things are finally looking good for Captain Frey and his crew. The Ketty Jay has …
‘On reflection,’ Crake said to Frey, as they huddled behind an upturned table, ‘this wasn’t one of your better plans.’
— The Iron Jackal by Chris Wooding (Tales of the Ketty Jay, #3)
Darian Frey is down on his luck. He can barely keep his squabbling crew fed …
Darian Frey was a man who understood the value of a tactical retreat.
— The Black Lung Captain by Chris Wooding (Tales of the Ketty Jay, #2)
Frey is the captain of the Ketty Jay, leader of a small and highly dysfunctional …
The smuggler held the bullet between thumb and forefinger, studying it in the weak light of the store room.
— Retribution Falls by Chris Wooding (Tales of the Ketty Jay, #1)
There are only three real powers in the Spiral: the corporate power of the Trust …
Somewhere in Jal’s file was a note from an old crewmate that read, Jalsen Red will either be the reason you die, or the reason you live. Good fucking luck.
When a mudslide strands a train, Baxter, a queer Black sleeping car porter, must contend …
Standing next to his step box, Baxter hovers: immobile and elastic, ready to spring forward to lift a suitcase, dissect a timetable, point to the conductor, nod, lift more suitcases, now hat boxes, answer more questions, and nod, nod, nod.
Humanity is a dying breed, utterly reliant on artificial labor and service. When a domesticated …
On activation each morning Charles’ first duty was to check his master’s travel arrangements for the day.
Anna Sinjari―refugee, survivor of genocide, disaffected office worker―has a close encounter that reveals universe-threatening stakes. …
What do you do when you meet an alien in Central Park?
— Exordia by Seth Dickinson
"A daring post-apocalyptic novel from a powerful rising literary voice. With winter looming, a small …
A crack echoed through the boreal landscape, a momentary chaos in the still afternoon air.
Fetter was raised to kill, honed as a knife to cut down his sainted father. …
The moment Fetter is born, Mother-of-Glory pins his shadow to the earth with a large brass nail and tears it from him.
A man was loitering outside the bookshop.
— Welcome to the Hyunam-Dong Bookshop by Hwang Bo-reum, Shanna Tan
Anything at the mercy of such a divine female must, to them, necessarily be a man.
— Steelflower at Sea (The Steelflower Chronicles) by Lilith Saintcrow
The fat-sailed high-prowed Taryam’ajak of Antai bit salt swells, singing of rigging and canvas strained by pressure, bound for home across the wide blue desert of the Lan’ai.
— Steelflower at Sea (The Steelflower Chronicles) by Lilith Saintcrow
