Hey cats and kittens. For those of you who haven’t yet found your way into the strange world which launched this site, I am pleased to announce that Kindle editions of Tales From The Radiation Age are now on sale at Amazon for just $1.99.
No, seriously. A buck-nine-nine. Which means that, for less than a cup of one of your fancy-pantsy coffees, you can get 575 pages of giant robots, dinosaur attacks, temporospatial shenanigans, whiskey drinking, hookers, mad scientists and bar fights. 575 pages of a world gone wrong–a joyous apocalypse that gives a big, fat middle finger to all your miserable, gray-faced dystopias. 575 pages of spies, grifters, pretty girls, semen-thieves, train-robbers, idiots and madmen, all just trying to get by in a future where the folks with the brains are far more dangerous than the folks with the guns. Most of the time, anyway.
Want a taste before you go blowing all your folding money on a bunch of silly words from the likes of me? Of course you do. Like the man says, the first one is always free…
Here’s your free sample right here…
So I just got word that the completed version of my Kindle serial, Tales From The Radiation Age, is being put up for one of Amazon’s 20 For $2 promotions. Which basically means that you can get it in its full digital version (no waiting for serialized episodes to be delivered, from the first word all the way through to the last) right this very minute for just $2.
A sweet deal? Yes it is. For the amount of dinosaurs, giant robots, bar fights, whiskey drinking, bad language and prostitutes you’re getting, I think it’s a steal. And if two bucks just seems to dear to you, think about it this way: You’re only paying $1 for each parallel universe the story covers, about 75-cents for each buried Max Headroom reference, 66-cents for every triceratops ridden and a nickel per mad scientist.
I have also just received my box of official paperbacks (the physical book won’t be on sale until March), and I’m trying to figure a good way to give them away. They’re cool. The design is gorgeous. And even if you hate the story, the thing is big enough to make a good doorstop or bludgeoning weapon, should the need arise. So Keep your eyes on this space for your chance at scoring an early, signed copy.
Amazon’s 20 For $2 [amazon.com]
Tales From The Radiation Age [Get it cheap right here]
Editor’s Note: I did this post a while back for Richard Ellis Preston’s excellent blog, A Bag Of Good Writing. He asked me to lay out the differences between steampunk and dieselpunk because I had (rather accidentally) written a dieselpunk book with A Private Little War and he’s well known for turning out fine steampunk tales. What began as a small conversation ballooned into a bit of a manifesto, and since I like a good manifesto now and again (because they mean you care about something, and caring is a fine tonic against snark and cynicism), I figured I’d reprint it here. Please to enjoy…
Let me begin by saying that I love all you Steampunks. I truly do. I love your airships and your fancy goggles, your aether and your flywheels. I’m not just saying this because I’m writing here, in one of the bastions of steampunkery, but because I really am a fan. Corsets and cogs, pipeworks and pistols—I get the attraction to both the physical details of the setting and the joyously weird, post-modern frisson of plunking an evolved and of-the-moment characters down into a place where their very modernity drives the style and conflict.
But mostly I love you cats for your victory. Among all the various and scattered blank-punk sects out there, it is the steampunks who have moved the cultural needle the furthest. And I know this because, in the course of putting together my most recent book, the Kindle serial, Tales From The Radiation Age, I had no less than three people (one publishing professional, one working writer and one of my early readers) come to me and ask, “Hey, uh, you gonna put any of that steampunk in this book? Because people really seem to be into that these days…”
Continue reading Steampunk vs. Dieselpunk: Choose Your Fuel
So here is where you find yourself–reading the inaugural post of yet another blog, wasting away the moments of your day which, doubtless, could be put to better and more productive use.
But since you are here, let me at least explain to you what we’re about. Tales From The Radiation Age began its life as a serialized novel–a kind of Dickensian experiment in episodic fiction conducted by the good people at 47North in which I was thrilled to take part over the course of the last six months or so. Like his Dickens-ness, I churned out thousands of words every couple weeks which, when polished ’til shiny and put all together, made up an entire novel. Unlike Dickens, my words were mostly about giant robots and dinosaurs, spies, prostitutes, whiskey-drinking and parallel universes rather than adorable urchins and the mean streets of London. And instead of being serialized in dead-tree format, my story was delivered, chapter by chapter, straight to people’s eyeballs (by way of their Kindles). But other than that, I am totally just like Charles Dickens.
Anyway, Tales From The Radiation Age (the book) is currently in its 9th episode and available through Amazon for those of you looking for something cool to read–a big, fat hunk of unsafe literature for a weird and wooly world. It is speeding rapidly on toward its conclusion, but as it does so, I find myself not quite ready to let it all go…
Continue reading Welcome To The Radiation Age