We hope you’ve been enjoying our 12 Days of Christmas, and all the bargains So far, our 12 Days of Christmas ebook promo has gifted you bargain copies of books from Andy RemicJustin GustainisJoseph D’Lacey and Matthew Hughes, Freya Robertson and Anna Kashina, Michael BoatmanDanielle L. Jensen, and Jay Posey. You can still get these titles at the bargain price by following the instructions below.

Today, we are celebrating Marianne de Pierres and the first title in her Peacemaker series, Peacemaker.

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For today’s festive bonus, here’s a special memory from Marianne:

Christmas in the Australian Wheatbelt circa 1970’s

My mother loved to dance. Any opportunity, but particularly on holidays. Two weeks before Christmas she’d begin laying out wrapping paper and gifts and sticky tape and tinsel on the large bed in the spare room (my brother’s old room). It was the coolest room in the house, painted soft green, and with the benefit of high ceilings because summer was a blistering, unforgiving time in our part of the world.

Rose would click on the fan, crank up the record player (Bing or Dean and, occasionally, Frank), and dance around that room while playing the delicate game of fit the present to the person.

My contribution was to lie in the centre of the huge old King-sized bed, gifts scattered around me, and daydream. I still remember the flowery scent of Avon soaps, perfumes, and bubble baths – for indeed Avon did come to call in our little country town; the ribbon-festooned bottles of wine and odd naughty Irish liqueur; the mouth-watering biscuits in silvery pressed-tin boxes, the soft chiffon fripperies, satin pillowcases, and packets of salty celebration mixed nuts: pretzels and smoked almonds. Nothing expensive but each item as luxurious and exotic to me as Christmas itself. Each one of them, a mysterious tale.

She would sing, too, while she worked, in a deep, rich voice that never changed octave but brimmed full of life and fun. I’d turn my face into the pillows as her singing trailed off and she began to talk about the people she was giving presents to–recounting their lives and losses in short bursts of gratefulness and love.

Then dad would arrive and stamp dust off his boots outside the window, calling her to have a cup of tea. Hearing his voice, her face would light and I would feel…perfect.

Mum and Dad at Derdebin

Mum and Dad at Derdebin

We hope you’ve been enjoying our 12 Days of Christmas, and all the bargains So far, our 12 Days of Christmas ebook promo has gifted you bargain copies of books from Andy RemicJustin GustainisJoseph D’Lacey and Matthew Hughes, Freya Robertson and Anna Kashina, Michael Boatman, and Danielle L. Jensen. You can still get these titles at the bargain price by following the instructions below.

Today, we have the first two titles of Jay Posey‘s Legends of the Duskwalker series, Three and Morningside Fall. Been meaning to read these books or have the first, and want the second? Wait no longer!

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Festive bonus:

What Christmas Means to Jay Posey

 

When the Robot Overlords “requested” I write a little piece to go along with their fabulous 12 Days of Christmas sales special, I couldn’t resist the opportunity. (I mean that literally; there was no way to resist, since they sent a Directive directly to my implanted brainchip.)

I spent a couple of days trying to think of a particular special Christmas memory or an Amusing Holiday-Themed Anecdote or a Fun Family Tradition to share. There were a number of candidates. The Tetris Christmas, for example, when at least half the family wandered about the house with vacantly-staring, bloodshot eyes, mindlessly humming Russian-inspired tunes. Or the briefly-annual viewing of the entire original Star Wars trilogy, back-to-back-to-back, when at least half the family wandered about the house with vacantly-staring, bloodshot eyes, mindlessly humming yub nub-inspired tunes.

But as I reflected on all the many Christmases I’ve enjoyed, I couldn’t help but notice how very many great memories I had to choose from, which in turn made me recognize what the holiday season has come to mean to me; it’s ultimately a season of gratitude.

For me and my family, the holiday season, and Christmastime especially, has become a time where we get to slow down and shake up our daily routines. And those times of stepping away from The Usual gives us space and perspective on a lot of things we’re often too busy to notice. We of course have our scheduling woes and travel stresses just like any other family, but all things considered, this season is one we look forward to with Great Anticipation.

I don’t take for granted how blessed I am to have warm memories about the holidays, to be able to think fondly of time spent with family and friends, to actually look forward to the holidays instead of dreading them. And at the same time, I notice that for as long as I can remember, since I was just a wee lad dreaming about Big Things, we always took time during the holidays to think back over the year and consider the things we were grateful for.  We had our share of tough years, when money was so tight we didn’t know how we’d have “Christmas” at all, or when we lost loved ones, or had health challenges. But no matter what, we were always able to find something that we were truly, genuinely grateful for.

I’m pretty sure there’s a connection between that intentional practice of thankfulness (even when I didn’t necessarily want to participate!) and the fact that I have Good Feelings about the holidays.

I was recently reading Robinson Crusoe, and came across this line:

“It put me upon reflecting how little repining there would be among mankind at any condition of life if people would rather compare their condition with those that were worse, in order to be thankful, than be always comparing them with those which are better, to assist their murmurings and complainings.”

For a book published almost 300 years ago, that sure did hit home for me. It hit me so hard, in fact, I had to read it a couple of times, and then set the book down and think about it for a bit. Even with my upbringing, I realized how much of my time and energy I’ve wasted looking at this author’s sales, or that person’s reviews, and wishing I Had It Better. I obviously still have a lot to learn about living a life of gratitude, but recognizing that fact has given me a stronger motivation to make sure that this holiday season, I keep my eyes on the many blessings I’ve had in my life.

Being a man of faith, there’s additional significance to Christmas that I know not everyone shares. But if I’m allowed to have a Christmas Wish for all of you readers out there, I wish you time and energy to pause from all the usual holiday craziness, a moment that inspires genuine gratefulness, and a 2015 that brings you the true gift of gratitude.

If nothing else, you sure can get a lot of great books from Angry Robot for cheap, so that’s a pretty great start!

 

 

 

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Dec
18

The Buried Life in Japan

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We are delighted to announce that Carrie Patel‘s sci-fi mystery The Buried Life has been sold to Japanese publisher, Tokyo Sogensha. The Buried Life has been reviewed and featured by many in most-anticipated lists and we are looking forward to its Japanese release in Spring 2016; English-language readers, The Buried Life will be with you in March of next year.

This is our second Japanese deal, after Madeline Ashby’s vN whilst agents have also sold Lavie Tidhar and Lauren Beuekes’ books to Japan. Thanks to our Rights Manager, Alex, at Watkins Media who is off to a great start with this deal with Japanese agent Tuttle Mori. As 2014 ends on a high note for Angry Robot Books with acquisitions, rights sales, and world domination plans afoot, we’re looking forward to a wonderful 2015.

vN Japan

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The Bookman

The Bookman

 

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Camera Obscura

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Zoo City

 

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Our 12 Days of Christmas bargains are off to a flying start with books from  Andy RemicJustin GustainisJoseph D’Lacey and Matthew HughesFreya Robertson and Anna Kashina, and Michael Boatman so far reduced. You can still get these titles at the bargain price by following the instructions below.

Today, we have Danielle L. Jensen‘s Stolen Songbird. This wonderful title was recently acquired by Angry Robot and we are very excited to bring this book to a new audience as well as preparing old and new fans for next year’s sequel, Hidden Huntress. Make sure you’re ready for Hidden Huntress‘ release and get your hands on Stolen Songbird now!

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Festive bonus:

Danielle’s Favourite Christmas Moment

 

I’ve always envied people who seem to have a personal anecdote for every situation; those with memories – happy, sad, or humorous – sitting at the ready to entertain the listener at a moment’s notice. A strange jealousy for someone who makes a living spinning stories hundreds of pages long, but the truth, nonetheless. Sometimes I think it’s because I spend so much of my time thinking up imaginary things that I forget what has happened in my own life, or at the very least, my anecdotes have been squashed into a small corner where they rarely get much conscious thought. So needless to say, being asked to write about a memory (writing- or reading-related, of course) that is tied to a particular holiday is normally something that would have me scrambling.

But not this time.

Caroline sent me an email asking whether I could write a post about a Christmas memory, and I wrote her back immediately saying that I could. Because it just so happens that December 24, 2008 was the day that I confessed.

Those who’ve read the back cover of Stolen Songbird or encountered my bio on the Internet might recall that the first part of my adult life was spent in a career that could not be more different from writing fiction. Business school, then a job in corporate finance where I spent my days in a black suit talking about rating agencies, ratios, and spreads. But during those years, I developed a secret hobby. One that I told no one about.

Writing.

I typed away in my spare hours, closing the screen whenever anyone walked by, content to let them think what they would about my activities as long as they didn’t guess the truth. Until that fateful Christmas Eve, when, made bold by several glasses of wine, it all came out. The exchange went something like this:

Me: *takes big mouthful of wine* “So…I’ve been trying to write a book.”

Mom: *Sets glass down* “Really? What sort of book?”

Me: “A fantasy novel. Umm… Want to read what I have so far?”

Mom: *Contemplates what sort of alien has body-snatched her daughter* “Sure.”

An innocent enough exchange for most people; but for me, the moment I admitted that I’d undertaken a challenge no one thought me capable of completing was the moment I put my pride on the line – pride being the single greatest motivator in my arsenal (followed by obstinacy and a healthy dose of competitiveness). And after that, I was no longer trying to write a book – I would write one. And I did.

So Christmas Eve will always remind me of the day that I confessed, and in doing so, started down an incredible path from which I’ve never looked back.

Merry Christmas!

Danielle

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We hope you’ve been enjoying our 12 Days of Christmas, and all the bargains So far, our 12 Days of Christmas ebook promo has gifted you bargain copies of books from Andy RemicJustin GustainisJoseph D’Lacey and Matthew HughesFreya Robertson and Anna Kashina. You can still get these titles at the bargain price by following the instructions below.

For today’s bargain, step forward Hollywood actor and comedic writer, Michael Boatman with Last God Standing.

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So far, our 12 Days of Christmas ebook promo has gifted you bargain copies of books from Andy Remic, Justin Gustainis, Joseph D’Lacey and Matthew Hughes. You can still get these titles at the bargain price by following the instructions below.

Today, we have some epic fantasies to offer you: Freya Robertson‘s The Elemental Wars books, Heartwood and Sunstone, as well as book 1 in Anna Kashina‘s The Majat CodeBlades of the Old Empire.

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And for today’s Christmas bonus, here’s a short story from Freya Robertson:

“BEATRIX!”

The voice bellows in my ear. I jump and turn around to find the source, but realize it’s coming from inside my head.

“No need to yell,” I scold, somewhat grumpily. My stomach is churning, and I still dislike the blurred vision and spinning head that accompanies each time-hop.

“Sorry.” Matt’s voice is apologetic. “I’ve been trying to contact you for a while, but I couldn’t get a connection.”

“Well, I’m here, what do you want?”

“We’ve found the source of the virus,” he explains. “I’m running the clean-up program now, so it shouldn’t be long before we establish the recall link.”

“You mean you can finally get me back?” Relief rushes through me. I’ve been travelling for an eternity, and it’s been ages since I’ve seen my kids. At least, I think it’s been ages. I’ve journeyed across millennia, but I could have been missing mere hours back in my own time.

“That’s the plan. Just a couple more jumps, I think. You should be landing now.”

As if to confirm his words, my vision begins to clear. Yellow lights dance in front of my eyes, and voices rise around me as if someone’s turning up the volume.

“Make it quick,” I say to Matt. Although the thrill of travelling through time hasn’t quite worn off, I’d prefer the adventures to be my decision rather than being forced upon me.

“Over and out.” The shell in my head hisses, crackles, and his voice fades.

I blink, and the view before me sharpens into focus.

I’m standing at the edge of a crowd in a huge stone building. The ceiling is supported by huge pillars carved and painted with vines and leaves. When I look down, my gaze falls on a mosaic floor made from tiny pieces of tile. The picture is mostly hidden beneath people’s feet, but they can’t hide the beauty of the craftsmanship. I’m pretty certain it’s Roman, although these floors have been found in Europe from Cornwall to Germany, so I could be anywhere.

I look around the building, and I’m stunned by the amount of candles I can see. On every statue, every wall, every shelf, there are hundreds of white candles, filling the air with flickering light and a veneer of smoke that drifts slowly to the high ceiling. The candles highlight everyone’s faces, and their eyes shine as they look up to the figure on top of the dais at the front.

I turn to look at him, and flinch as I see him holding up blood-covered hands. Something gross hangs from them—innards of some description—and my stomach clenches.

Next to me, a person sniggers. “You have turned whiter than milk. You have such a weak stomach!”

“It is the smell,” the person whose head I’m inside says in a deep, male voice. I have to agree—I’ve never liked the odour of fresh blood.

The man on the dais—a priest, I’m gathering, judging by the way he’s just sacrificed the lamb lying dead at his feet—declares the entrails to be clean and clear of decay, and the crowd cheers.

The sacrifice and the lettering carved around the building confirm to me my first thought—I’m in Rome. I’m standing in a temple, and I look around for signs of who it’s dedicated to. My gaze falls on the large statue next to the dais. The man looks a little like Father Christmas, with a thick curly beard, and he carries a scythe. Saturn, then—and this must be the festival of Saturnalia—the equivalent of our Christmas.

Normally, everyone would be wearing togas, but today these have been exchanged for colourful clothes, and everyone wears conical felt hats called pilleus. The priest’s head, however, is uncovered, and as I watch, he and a couple of others remove some wool bindings from the feet of the statue of Saturn. This, I know, symbolises liberation. Following this, the men lift the statue and lay it on an elaborate couch, as if Saturn himself is about to take part in the festivities.

“Come on,” the voice beside me mutters. “Before we get crushed in the crowd.”

I turn and follow the man through the throng of people. The front portico of the temple consists of eight enormous columns, and as we walk through them, I found myself in a huge open square—the Forum Magnum, and I know I am truly in Rome.

I glance up over my shoulder, and my gaze falls on the pediment above the pillars. It bears the inscription Senatus Populusque Romanus incendio consumptum restituit. I struggle briefly with the Latin—it means “The Senate and People of Rome have restored what fire consumed”. It confirms to me that it is at least the late third century, as this is the third temple to stand here, rebuilt after a fire destroyed the previous one in 283AD.

The Forum is packed with rows of wooden tables heaped with plates of food, and the atmosphere is carnival-like. There are people singing and playing instruments, groups of others gambling with dice and knucklebones, and everyone is eating. At first glance, it looks as if everyone is dressed the same, but when I peer more closely, I see that those serving the food are wearing elaborate jewellery and their clothes are of a far finer material. Saturnalia was a festival of role-reversal, and the masters are serving the slaves, although I am certain the slaves would have prepared the food themselves.

“You want something to eat?” The man I inhabit seems oddly out of place here. He fidgets at the edge of the festivities, his hands behind his back, either nervous or uncomfortable, I’m not sure which.

“In a moment.” My friend also hangs back. I glance across at him. His gaze is distant, looking out to the hills. “Do you think they will come?”

I shrug. “Nothing is certain.” I hesitate. “But the priest predicts good news, so we should not worry.” I am conscious of trying to reassure my friend. I wonder to whom he is referring. Who is coming? And why are they not welcome?

“I miss my wife,” my friend says glumly. “She will have roasted a whole pig, and my son will have organised a play. Did I tell you he writes?”

“You did. I hear he is much to be admired.”

“He has talent, that is true. I am proud of him, although sometimes I wish he had a little skill with a sword. If the tribes do cross the Rhine, they will head for Gaul, and it would be good to know he was able to defend his mother.”

“They will have to get through us first, Gaius,” I say, somewhat fiercely. We are soldiers then, awaiting the hordes of barbarians who nibble at the edges of the Empire, trying to find a weakness.

Gaius nods. “They might not come.”

“No. They might not.”

Our silence suggests neither of us believes that.

Common thought is that the Vandals, Alans and Suebo tribes crossed the Rhine in 406, possibly on the thirty-first of December. If that is the case and it is indeed that year, then the soldiers are right and we are standing on the brink of an invasion, observing the Empire as it teeters around us, about to crash around our ears.

“I will be a grandfather soon,” I say. “I am expecting word any day now.”

“We grow old, my friend,” he says with a smile. “We have seen good times, have we not?”

“We have.”

We lapse into wistfulness, watching those around us celebrating, but the shadow of invasion hangs over our heads too heavily for us to join in. I muse that it has always been the same at this time of year. Everyone wants to be with their families, to watch their children and grandchildren grow up, and to be at peace.

“Come on,” my friend says eventually. “We grow morbid. Let us play at dice, and you can lose all your coins to me, and that will make me cheerful again.”

Laughing, we descend the steps, and lose ourselves in wine and dice in an attempt to forget the doom that hovers over us.

*

The Temporal Chronicles are a series of free short stories about Beatrix Viator – a time-traveller currently lost in time. Follow her adventures through history over at http://www.withrifleandpack.com/temporal-chronicles—short-stories

 

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So far, our 12 Days of Christmas ebook promo has gifted you bargain copies of books from Andy Remic, Justin Gustainis and Adam Christopher, and today we have the mighty combo of Joseph D’Lacey and Matthew Hughes. Mighty indeed as on offer is Matthew’s To Hell and Back omnibus ebook as well as Joseph’s Black Dawn duology, Black Feathers and The Book of the Crowman.

Here’s how to take advantage of our seasonal special offer:

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Our 12 Days of Christmas ebook promotion started yesterday – with deals on Andy Remic‘s books, and for today’s offer we have Justin Gustainis‘ trio of titles, Hard SpellEvil Dark, and Known Devil.

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Today we have a cracking start to our 12 Days of Christmas ebook promotion with the first  in  Andy Remic‘s fantastic The Rage of Kings series, The Iron Wolves, on offer. Please check back in as soon there will be more of Andy’s books included in this offer…maybe even the entire Clockwork Vampire Chronicle series!

Here’s how to take advantage of our seasonal special offer:

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4. Click the ‘update basket’ button and the discount will be applied

And for a festive bonus, here is a Guest Post from Andy Remic:

30 Years – As Author and Spectrum Addict!

Christmas 1984. Like many other kids, I got a ZX Spectrum 48K, along with the most amazing game ever created – Knight Lore. Forget your COD headshots and your Minecraft blocky blocks – you kids never had it as good as we did, this was the beginning, and the Speccy was an intravenous mainline to expanding imagination. Knight Lore: Not only was this the first 3D isometric game, it fuelled my imagination with its central protagonist – a dude bitten by a werewolf. What a fun game! What a fun Christmas! What a brilliant little computer! For me, writing novels, the ZX Spectrum, and Christmas have always been an intrinsic part of contentment. Aged 13, I soon turned from playing games to converting my little books into adventure games. In my mind, the two mediums meshed; writing stories and writing games were perfectly entwined, and I loved doing both. I wrote my first three novels on a rubber keyed Spectrum, saving every chapter (maximum of 3000 words!) to tape. Ouch. Printing was performed courtesy of a Citizen 9-pin dot matrix. I can still hear the cacophony, a vampire’s claws scratching the inside of a nailed coffin lid!

Fast forward 23 years. Wow! That went quick… In 2007, when my SF novel Biohell was published, I booted up my old Speccy and wrote an accompanying adventure game, surprisingly enough entitled: Biohell – A ZX Spectrum Bio-Adventure. A few Spectrum industry veterans reviewed it (unnecessarily kindly) and I formed a new friend in Joffa – Jonathan Smith, who wrote original Spectrum games like Cobra, Green Beret and Mikie. A true gent, he didn’t horribly massacre my humble rubber-key stabbings (as maybe he should).

Speccy Biohell 2007

As the 30 year anniversary of that little Spectrum computer and that fabulous game and Christmas loomed close, I dug out the machine with the intention of introducing my children to Knight Lore exactly 30 years to the day after I played it. I fancied I would film the footage, and include it in a documentary I’m working on – Memoirs of a Spectrum Addict (http://www.spectrumaddict.co.uk/). It would feel like I’d come full circle in some weird way, and I’d be introducing my kids to a certain part of my mental clockwork; a certain element which made me tick and tock.

Imagine my AMAZEMENT to discover this dude, Luca Bordoni, had only gone and written Mire Mare as a tribute to Ultimate. Mire Mare, for those not in “the know”, was the game cited as a follow-up adventure when an eager munchkin completed Knight Lore. I waited years for Mire Mare – which was never coded.

Now, I downloaded Luca’s game, drooled over the graphic screenshots, was tempted by Mister Beep’s tempting music (I’ve heard his work before, and he’s a Spectrum music maestro!) and my hand hovered trembling over the mouse as this, truly, to a cynical old goat like me, was an awe-inspiring moment…

Speccy Mire Mare

BUT WAIT FOOLISH REMIC! What about loading Mire Mare up on Christmas day 2014 – exactly 30 years after playing the original Knight Lore? Now THAT would be something special. Even better than my impending iPhone 6, Specialized MTB, and well matured single malt whisky!

So that’s what I’m going to do, peeps. My children and I will play Knight Lore – and then Mire Mare. Everything goes in cycles. The snake eats its tail. And hopefully, 30 years from now, my children will share this nostalgic experience with their little ’uns.

Merry Speccy Christmas!

And maybe soon I’ll sort out some bona fide ZX Spectrum versions of my latest Angry Robot dark fantasy novels….. The Iron Wolves and The White Towers. Now there’s an interesting concept……….

Check out www.andyremic.com for more ramblings by the retro-obsessed Angry Robot author.

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Over the past few years we’ve brought you some great 12 Days of Christmas treats and this year is no different. From tomorrow, Saturday 13 December, we will be releasing at least one book on our Robot Trading Company site at only £1 , or the currency equivalent. As we celebrate this festive ebook promotion, each day one of the selected authors will be on this site with a special guest post, whether it be a Christmas memory, family tradition, or a short story.  To redeem this offer, simply use the special code which will be featured on each day’s blog post.

In the advent calendar tradition we’re not going to tell you which authors or books have been selected, but the posts will be released at 12pm BST each day and you can find out what goodies are on offer.

We hope you enjoy these festive posts by some of your favourite authors and pick up some bargains!

Happy Christmas from all at Angry Robot HQ.

C: http://www.thedoorknobsociety.com

 

Angry Robot Books is delighted to announce the signing of a World English two-book deal with Arthur C. Clarke award-nominated Matthew De Abaitua, acquired from Sarah Such of Sarah Such Literary Agency.

The first of these two novels, If Then, is a novel in two parts, bringing the First World War to an English town of the near-future, where an economic collapse has left the citizens under the control of an algorithm known as the Process. If Then will be published in September 2015. Matthew’s second SF title, The Destructives described as Mad Men in space, will be published in 2016.

MDA author photoMatthew De Abaitua: “The disturbing contours of the future are becoming clear. Angry Robot are publishing tremendous novels that explore this strange, exciting, terrifying territory, and I’m excited that they will include my next two new novels If Then and The Destructives on that map.”

Marc Gascoigne: “I was and am a big fan of Matthew’s debut novel The Red Men, so leapt at the chance to read his new novel, If Then. I think I was about two chapters in when I knew we had to buy it for Angry Robot. Then the swine let me read the opening of The Destructives too, and of course we bought that as well. He reminds me of the very best boundary-pushers of English SF, including Christopher Priest and M John Harrison, and I’m delighted we will be bringing you his exceptional novels soon.”

About Matthew De Abaitua: Matthew lived and worked as Will Self’s amanuensis in a remote cottage in Suffolk, after he graduated with an MA in Creative Writing. His short story ‘Inbetween’ was included in the best-selling anthology Disco Biscuits and adapted as a short film by Channel 4. His first novel The Red Men (Snowbooks 2007, Gollancz ebook 2013) was shortlisted for the Arthur C Clarke Award. In 2013, the first chapter was adapted as a short film ‘Dr. Easy’ by directors Shynola (produced by Film4 and Warp Films) as a precursor to a feature film, currently in development. ‘Dr. Easy’ has had over 250k views on Vimeo. He currently lectures on Creative Writing at Brunel University and Writing Science Fiction at the University of Essex.

Reach Matthew on Twitter: @MDeAbaitua and his website: http://harrybravado.com
View Dr Easy here: http://tinyurl.com/o79wl6t

If Then

James has a scar in the back of his head. It’s where he was wounded in the Battle of Suvla Bay in August 1915. Or is the scar the mark of his implant that allows the Process to fill his mind with its own reality?

In IF, the people of a small English town cling on after an economic collapse under the protection of the Process. But sometimes people must be evicted from the town. That’s the job of James, the bailiff. While on patrol, James discovers the replica of a soldier from the First World War wandering the South Downs. This strange meeting begins a new cycle of evictions in the town, while out on the rolling downland, the Process is methodically growing the soldiers and building the weapons required to relive a long lost battle.

In THEN, it is August 1915, at the Battle of Suvla Bay in the Dardanelles campaign. Compared to the thousands of allied soldiers landing on this foreign beach, the men of the 32nd Field Ambulance are misfits and cranks of every stripe: a Quaker pacifist, a freethinking padre, a meteorologist, and the private (once a bailiff) known simply as James. Exposed to constant shellfire and haunted by ghostly snipers, the stretcher-bearers work day and night on the long carry of wounded men. One night they stumble across an ancient necropolis, disturbed by an exploding shell. What they discover within this ancient site will make them question the reality of the war and shake their understanding of what it means to be human…

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Dec
01

Cyber Monday Nook Sale!

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Cyber Monday presents you not one, or two, or even three, but FOUR Angry Robot books for sale at a bargain $2.99:

Click through to Nook to buy these fantastic titles at a bargain price.

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Nov
27

Giving Thanks, Angry Robot Style

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Thankful little robotAs you may know, us Angry Robots are mostly a British-based concern but at least one of our number is caught up in Thanksgiving deep in the American heartland. (Waves cheerily at Mike Underwood, no doubt already buried under a prodigious heap of turkey, biscuits, trimmings, fixings, hominy grits, pop tarts, roasted possums and whatever other extraordinary foodstuffs they eat over there in the Colonies.) Regardless of our current post code, however, after the kind of year that we’ve had, all of us here have massive reasons for giving thanks about now.

Thank you to everyone at Watkins Media, who came along just when we needed you. You’ve proved in these few short months to be 100% supportive of our publishing plans, our ongoing plans for innovation, and also our commitment to openness. We took some knocks over the summer, as our previous owners made some… unusual decisions in the run-up to breaking up the group to which we belonged, so we’re doubly grateful for everyone’s support. Thanks too to our colleagues beside us on the front line at Osprey across those months.

Immense thanks to all our amazing authors, who stuck with us during those unforeseen circumstances, even when we were forbidden from talking to you about what was happening. Your loyalty and understanding have been humbling. Here’s to more amazing books in 2015 and beyond!

Thank you to our book biz partners – our salesmen and distributors at Random House and Faber, GBS and EPubDirect, audiobook teams at Brilliance and Audible, and our export friends in far-off lands. To our translation partners in many lands, who are making brilliant editions of our books in their own languages. To the gang at Gotham in LA who handle our (many) movie deals. To the freelance editors and designers, artists and tech types.

And of course, massive robot thanks to you readers, bloggers and convention runners, members of the Robot Army and the Robot Legions, all of you. A book only comes to life when it is read. Whether you collect every single Angry Robot book or have only read a handful, we give thanks on this special day to every last one of you.

Marc & Caroline & Mike & Phil
Your Robot pals

Some more Angry Robot books to give thanks for, coming very soon…

Flex by Ferrett SteinmetzUnseemly Science by Rod DuncanThe Buried Life, by Carrie PatelDream Stalkers 72dpi

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Not only do we have a third Gas-Lit Empire book to tell you about, but we also have an exclusive Cover Reveal for the second, Unseemly Science, over on Tor.com right now! Click here to see the cover, and below for all the new title news.

Angry Robot Books is delighted to announce the re-signing of Rod Duncan for a third book in the Gas-Lit Empire series, The Custodian of Marvels (April 2016), acquired from Ed Wilson of Johnson & Alcock.

The first in the series, The Bullet-Catcher’s Daughter, was released in September 2014 and has won the Leicester Writers’ Norman King Award as well as receiving rave reviews from readers and reviewers alike. Unseemly Science, the much anticipated second in the series, will be published in May 2015.

Rod Duncan: “Being part of the Angry Robot family has been a joy, so I am delighted to be signing up with them for the third novel in the series. Significant secrets will be revealed in this book. I can also promise a daring crime. But this time it’s Elizabeth, our protagonist, who’s going to be committing it.”

Marc Gascoigne: “In Elizabeth Barnabus, as readers of The Bullet-Catcher’s Daughter have already discovered, Rod Duncan has created a wonderfully engaging and resourceful heroine, and in the Gas-Lit Empire a tremendous alternative version of English history. Angry Robot has Unseemly Science, its miraculous sequel, on our list for Spring 15 but we couldn’t leave the story there, so I’m delighted to have snapped up another installment, The Custodian of Marvels.

The Custodian of Marvels
(The Gas-Lit Empire #3)

Elizabeth Barnabus is in hiding, outside the borders of the Gas-Lit Empire. Her late father’s nemesis, the Duke of Northampton, is using all his influence to have her arrested and ragged back to the Kingdom. To fight back against him, Elizabeth will have to put her trust in that most dangerous of men, John Farthing, agent of the dreaded Patent Office.

Praise for Rod Duncan

Chris D’Lacey: “If I had a bowler hat, I’d take it off to the author of this beautifully crafted steampunk novel.”

Graham Joyce: “Rod Duncan’s The Bullet-Catcher’s Daughter is itself a magic box pulsating with energy. Compulsive reading from the get-go, the blend of steampunk alternate history wrapped in the enigma of a chase makes for first-rate entertainment in this finely crafted novel. A superb book.”

SFX Magazine: “a breath of fresh air is the setting… It does what the very best steampunk does: it creates an alternate reality with a firm grounding in history… set against such a strikingly different, well-crafted background it’s really engaging.”

Publisher’s Weekly: “Steeped in illusion and grounded in an alternative history of the Luddite Rebellion, Duncan’s strong supernatural mystery serves ably as both a standalone adventure and the start to a series.”

Washington Post: “It’s all steampunk and circus wonder as we follow the adventures of Elizabeth Barnabas… The double crosses along the way keep the plot tight and fun, and the conclusion sets us up nicely for book two.”

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When our publishing schedule picks up again in March 2015, we kick off with some fantastic books: Carrie Patel‘s The Buried Life and Ferrett Steinmetz‘s Flex.

Today, we’re excited to be releasing the cover of Flex, or more specifically to have the fantastic SF Signal do the honours.

Head over to SF Signal and not only will you see this great cover – by Steven Meyer-Rassow – but you can also enter to win one of five ebooks of Flex. I’ll leave you now with this teaser…

ShFlex-300dpi-2

Categories : Angry Reboot, Cover Art
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