Right to review . . . ?

I’ve been meaning to write this blog for a little while, initially after this internet kerfuffle involving Strange Horizons, and now reminded by this one between Christopher Priest and the Arthur C. Clarke Award. I don’t mean to downplay how hurtful either incident – or the many similar ones which happen regularly on the internet – has been for the people involved because, for them, it is clearly not a light matter. But it is the ‘kerfuffle’ element in each case, more than the subject, which has made me think. More specifically: to think about reviews. In both cases: #…

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Songs of the Earth- Chapter Five: Magic

Chapter Five: Magic Magic, rising, swelling into many voices. It filled the air around Gair and time slowed. Tiny details became sharply, painfully clear. Gorse-flowers blazed bright as flames on the viridian bushes. A billion motes of dust spangled the air. Hooves rose and fell as if through treacle and each hoof-beat boomed round his head like the fall of empires. Oh Goddess, help me. Sunset burned his eyes. All he could see through it was red – red as roses, red as blood, drenching the Knights and tipping their lances with gore. Goran’s captain swung his arm to urge…

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Songs of the Earth- Chapter Four: Gatekeeper

Chapter Four: Gatekeeper Masen breathed out slowly. His breath curled into steam on the frosty air and disappeared into the bare branches of the trees around him. He had to be careful now, not make the slightest sound, or his quarry would hear him, despite the chatter of the stony river. The stag’s hearing was exceptional, even for one of its kind. No wonder it had been hunted so unsuccessfully for so long. He watched it pace through the trees ahead, a flicker of white amongst the winter-black trunks. The beast was a long way from home. This forest stretched…

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Songs of the Earth- Chapter Three Goran’s Hound

CHAPTER THREE: GORAN’S HOUND Panic fluttered a wing in Gair’s chest. ‘I’ll need some clothes.’ ‘Already taken care of.’ Alderan pointed at a bundle on the settle by the hearth. Wrapped up inside a stout winter cloak, Gair found several plain shirts, some breeches and a sheepskin jerkin, hardly new, but all neatly mended. They were also his. ‘Where did you get these from?’ he exclaimed. Everything was there, from smallclothes upwards. Even his boots. ‘The Chaplain’s poor-box. I reckoned the Order owed you a little charity. I think this is yours as well.’ From the back of his chair,…

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Deadlocked Cover Reveal!

It’s that moment of the year again! The new, the final, Deadlocked cover is here in all its glory! Last year we kicked off the brightest, boldest new cover look on the shelves, to celebrate the publication of the unmissable Sookie Stackhouse novel Dead Reckoning . . . . . . and now, with no further ado, here it is. The brightest, boldest cover of 2012 is here, and you saw it on the Gollancz blog first!

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