Tyche’s Ghosts is Out!

Humanity’s greatest fear has come to pass. Earth has fallen to the Ezeroc. Grace Gushiken and Nathan Chevell travel to Mercury. They seek the hub of AI civilization, and the intelligences that control it. The planet is in ruins, torn apart by civil war. The insect-like Ezeroc have corrupted everything. Grace and Nate find the mind of the machine-world missing. The Ezeroc control the AI. Against the combined power of insect and machine intelligences, humanity is outmatched. One shred of hope remains. The remains of the Ezeroc homeworld still smolders in the hard black. The AI control mind is there. If Grace and Nate can wrestle it from the enemy, the Empire may prevail. If they can’t, the universe will fall before the might of the insects. Tyche’s Ghosts is the second book in Richard Parry’s gripping Tyche’s Progeny trilogy. Read More …

The Power of Names

Ever since I read Le Guin’s amazing A Wizard of Earthsea, I’ve been captivated by the idea of names having a kind of power. (Side note: if you haven’t read the Earthsea books, you’re missing out. I don’t use ‘amazing’ lightly; this is a series I re-read often. The writing is brilliant, the characters captivating, the stories both beautiful and poignant). Hobb has her own take on this with her Liveship books (also excellent). Same but different, you know? Worth your time (and I needed to look up ‘Fitz’ when I started on these books). Me, I’m pretty much a hack compared to those two. But I still want the names of my characters to have meaning. In my Tyche books, I named the crew with a purpose. Some of the characters were renamed from their originals (did you know, Hope used Read More …

Something Wicked

I’ve started work on Tyche’s Demons, the first of the Tyche’s Progeny series. Here’s a real, real, like fucking real rough start. First draft, usual caveats apply: this is brain to page, and the brain is based on a fifty-million year old design. Be kind. Something Wicked Five minutes. That’s all it took from we’re having a good time to we’re going to die, horribly. El entered the bridge, swagger dialed up to eleven, and gave her second a practiced glare. “Price. Report.” “Captain on the bridge.” Price, for his part no stranger to the Captain of the Skyguard wanting a little bridge time, stood from the command couch and slipped sideways into Tactical. “Captain Roussel, sir. We’re about to jump into Paloma. Still nothing on scan.” Not that nothing on scan was a surprise. The Troy floated in the hard black, somewhere Read More …