|I'm Giving Away an Autographed Copy of Cherie Priests Boneshaker
||[Dec. 10th, 2009|09:14 am]
cmpriest has written a scifi novel of epic and dangerous proport, and it's so awesome and I want y'all to read it so much, that I'm giving away an autographed copy.
Boneshaker is the story of Briar Wilkes who lives on the outskirts of Seattle, sixteen years after the Boneshaker, an insane steam powered drilling device built by her husband to drill for gold in the Klondike, broke free from the laboratory and dug down under the city, piercing a pocket of deadly, poison gas that killed most of the city's inhabitants, but kept some others in a strange, crazed, not dead state of ravenous hunger for human flesh. Now Briar is forced to return to the city to find her son, the heady 16 year old Zeke who has snuck into old Seattle in the hopes of proving his father was not responsible for the catastrophic event which destroyed that city. In the ruins, he is certain, he will find the truth. What they both find is that there are others in the city, unexpected people who've formed a fiercely independent society living within the walls with both the help and the hinderance of a mad, reclusive inventor, Dr. Minnericht.
Cherie has produced a fabulous steampunk adventure (it's written in brown ink, that's how steampunk it is) and I want people to read it.
You will all no doubt remember back in August when I gave away a copy of Chris Howard's novel Seaborn, this is going to work the same way. Here's how it goes:
To win this book, mailed to your door, write a short story in 350 words or less that involves Roswell and any mix of the following:
b) mysterious deadly fog
c) zombies (they're called "rotters" in Cherie's book)
d) mysterious mad masked scientists
e) tunnels under Seattle
f) gas masks
Boneshaker photographed with Roswell to Enhance Value
Post your entry here in the comments. The final winner, as is our tradition, will be picked by Cherie Freaking Priest herself.
Contest goes until midnight SUNDAY, December 13th 2009. I can probably guarantee delivery by Xmas, continental US only. In the event of a winner from outside the con. US a substitute, but equally cool prize may be awarded.
Now get writing. And feel free to repost this in your own LJ's.
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2009-12-10 05:03 pm (UTC)
Relocation in the Age of Decay
Liza James www.findliza.com
In the heavy, unbreathable fog hanging over the last few ruins on the outskirts of town, a round light appeared to grow larger as it approached Old Seattle's abandoned landing field.
A man shuffled around in the rubble, kicking aside a hunk of rusted metal, as he dug the toe of his boot into an open patch of dry grass, looking for bits of copper or iron that the grubpickers might have missed in their scavenging. He let himself drop into an easy crouch beside his rumpled salt'n'pepper cat, watching the giant ship whirr, creak, and ease itself to the ground, where it rested for a few moments before any activity could be detected.
As the dust settled, he stood, left knee buckling slightly under his own weight. He winced, and shoved callused hands deep into the pockets of his worn, but sturdy bomber jacket. The pockets were full of holes, but Kelvin Baggers didn't mind. His motto was "use it till it falls apart" and he stuck by it, even when offered a replacement. Exceptions were made for gas masks.
Kelvin approached the huge mass of previously airborne metal and canvas, and noticed a few engravings below a porthole. He spent a moment trying to decipher them, spinning on his heel as the hatch opened and a few disoriented people stumbled out. They were ragged, but well fed. He figured they must have had decent rations until they left Long Island to the rotters and equally mad scientists. "Well" he thought, "welcome to purgatory."
Putting aside this cynical thought, he welcomed the group and offered to guide them (for the price of a meal) to the main entrance of below-city where the few un-afflicted chose to make their homes.
Living above ground was no longer an option for those who wished to keep their families safe from the crazed. Ironic, that the few havens left, were now where the explosion originated, 12 years ago.
As they made their way toward the tunnel settlements, each member of the party hoped that this time, things would be different.
2009-12-10 05:57 pm (UTC)
Re: Relocation in the Age of Decay
must star roswell!
2009-12-11 02:21 pm (UTC)
Re: Relocation in the Age of Decay
awww. I didn't realize it has to STAR Roswell :P I did put her in there. Maybe I'll give it another go!