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Dec. 6th, 2009 09:26 amThe Grand Conjunction - nominated for Best SF Novel
(Could this be eighth time lucky in the latter category? Time will tell!)
Reviews are probably the least interesting part of this LJ, but I do try to keep on top of them for my future reference. While cleaning out the actual physical inbox on my desk I stumbled across some regarding the Broken Land books that I hadn't filed away, so here they are.


The life of Darth Vader's secret student took a strange and deadly turn the day his master first spoke of General Rahm Kota. (The Force Unleashed)Ros drew the camel to a halt as a pair of very strange contraptions crested the next dune along from his. (The Dust Devils)It is difficult to measure the time since my last communication. ("A Glimpse of the Marvellous Structure (and the Threat It Entails)")Somewhere between Chemaly and Smerdon, Ros suspected they had become lost. (The Scarecrow)The sky changed no less than three times on the way to the detective's office. (The Grand Conjunction)The prisoner was both young and male, which suited Master Bannerman perfectly well. ("The Inevitable")On the twenty-third day of his quest, the young man detected crabbler spoor. ("Ungentle Fire")He had had no warning that a moment of such significance was approaching.
It wasn't immediately obviously if they were machine or beast or a weird merger of the two.
Too much has passed, I fear, for the suspicion of my demise not to have become a certainty in some minds.
Adi, as always, disagreed.
First, on stepping out the front door of the Iceberg building, a line of bright blue stars swayed erratically across the sky, casting sprays of sharply defined shadows down the length of Rammas Street.
She had encountered his type before--headstrong, shallow, visceral--and refined numerous techniques for extracting what she needed.
Swinging the reins of his mechanical steed sharply to the left, he parked in the shade of the yellow canyon wall and lightly hopped to the ground."Once upon a time," the dragon said, "the world was full of creatures like me. We are rare now, and for the most part we avoid your kind. We see the fear in your eyes when you gaze upon us. It's unpleasant, for we belong in this world as firmly as you do. It was ours before it was yours. We understand it a little better.
"So we hide ourselves in a variety of different ways. Some live in the sky, as clouds or mysterious lights. Some live underground, feasting on molten rock. Some spread their wings in the canopies of forests, where vines will hide them and they can sleep out the rest of eternity. Some find ways to walk among you as I do, as one of you. It is difficult, but it can be done."