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Back to Life

After having gone dark for, I dunno, feels like a year, the Stone Soup Novelist is struggling back to life. Here’s what’s happened in the interim: I’ve mothballed my original, galaxy-spanning epic science fiction blockbuster. It turns out that creating your own universe, complete with civilizations, histories, and cultures across many planets, is a lot of work, and doing that while learning how to write a novel and hold down a full time job was just too much. So, I’ve dialed it back and decided to tackle something a little more familiar. The new idea is a mystery set in present-day North Carolina. The first chapter is here: http://stonesoupnovelist.com/sample-chapter/.  More to come later.

Where in the galaxy is a good place to have an adventure?

In the story I’m writing, there are 2 planets, neither of them Earth, and a round trip between them takes about 5 years. Spaceships don’t have warp drives, just constant acceleration. Where in the Milky Way is a plausible location for my story? Or where else in our galaxy would you want to visit? What do you think the  night sky would be like there?

Free Jack Vance eBook at JackVance.com

Jack Vance is one of the undisputed masters of Science Fiction, and one of my favorite writers. At his official web site, you can purchase many of his best known books in eBook form – epub and kindle (i.e. mobipocket).

In exchange for registering at JackVance.com, you can get a free copy of The Chasch.

The Chasch is one of my favorite Vance  novels. It’s pure adventure, extremely well told. The hero, Adam Reith, crash-lands on a planet where humanity is subservient to alien races, and must use his wits to find a way back to Earth. It is the first of a series of four books, each one featuring Reith’s adventures among one of the four dominant races on Tschai. For my taste, the first book is by far the best of the 4, and can be read as a stand-alone story.

I’ve seen the series published as Planet of Adventure elsewhere, and book one published as City of the Chasch. In general, the eBooks on JackVance.com will have Vance’s preferred title, which in many cases was not the title used when the book was first published.

I particularly recommend the Dying Earth books.

A scene: The Besjian in the Bar

landscapeExcept for the sign over the door and the crowd inside, the bar could have been one of the city’s ancient ruins.

A Besjian was talking to Duck in their own language. “Hey, how I’m supposed to eat looking at that flat-faced thing you bring in here, ah?”

“What is he saying?” asked Joshua.

“He’s never seen an alien. Heard how tall you are, doesn’t believe it. Just get up, he’ll go away.”

Joshua pushed his chair back and stood.

The Besjan looked up at Joshua’s chin. “Is he done standing?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, that’s good.”

“He says he never saw a sword like that. Wants to know what it looks like.”

This short scene is for the Friday Fictioneers flash fiction meme. Every Friday a bunch of online writers write 100 words on a given topic. In this case, the picture above. Then we link and comment on each others’ posts. Check it out here. Links to other peoples’ fiction should start appearing in the Comments to this post as well.

Criticism is invited! Tell me what you think of my prose. How can it be tightened up? I . . . sort of blew out the 100 word limit on this one; sorry!

To read more about the novel in which this scene will be set, look under “The Story” tab at the top. If you’d like to contribute ideas for my book, just drop them into the Comments and I’ll work them in as best I can.

Serious Science Question: How do you blow up a space monster using 18th century technology?

So, in this scene from my novel, the heroes are attacked by a horrifying creature, and they’re limited to ~18th century levels of technology to deal with it. The monster floats in air by means of a hydrogen bladder; its metabolism breaks down water into hydrogen and oxygen. I’ve devised a spear that lets them pierce the creature’s skin and send a spark into its hydrogen bladder to blow it up. I figure there would be no oxygen inside the bladder though, so the weapon sends a spray of saltpeter (KNO3) to act as an oxidizer.

My question for any chemistry buffs out there: how far-fetched does this sound? Okay, okay, I realize the whole thing’s pretty-blinking far fetched, but I mean specifically the way I’m blowing up the monster? Is there some basic fact about the combustion of hydrogen that I don’t understand? Is there some easier way? If you have any ideas, please drop them in the Comments below. Thanks!

If I haven’t said it before, thanks to Michael P for the idea of deepstaria enigmatica as a model for an alien life-form, and to novelist Michael R Wilson for the image of a cloud bank stretching across the horizon like a wall.  Those two images together formed the nucleus of this scene.

A Scene: Over the Cloud Sea

blimpThe airship Eclipse sailed east, over the Cloud Sea. A high bank of clouds, almost straight-edged like a wall, rose ahead.

Joshua called to his first mate, “I don’t like to see a high cloud, Franklin. Not in these skies.”

“Slow down and we’re dead anyway,” said Franklin. “Every ship in Cascay will be out for us by now.”

The ship sailed on, into the misty bank. Tendrils of cloud poured over the decks, and white fog surrounded them. Joshua kept the wheel while Franklin and Carsen manned the sails.

Clovis ran from port to starboard, peering over the side. “I don’t see anything,” he said.

Franklin shook his head and gritted his teeth. “You never do.”

The sweat had beaded on Joshua’s face, and his eyes darted side to side as he spoke. “Clovis, take the oilcloth off that barrel. Just cut through the cord with your knife. Now, take the spears in it and pass them out, one to each man.” Clovis took four wooden spears out of the barrel and carried one to Franklin and another to Carsen. He examined his own and saw that it was really two rods, one fitted inside the other so that it could slide. Fixed on the tip of the inner rod was an iron blade. At the top of the outer rod, next to the blade, was a flint. A bulb at the base of the stick kept the inner rod from sliding more than an inch.

Joshua grabbed his spear and held the wheel with his knee. “Stand behind me and watch,” he said. “There’s saltpeter packed inside spear. Hit the base hard enough, you spark the flint against the blade and make the powder spray out. If you ever have to use this, you want to raise it over your head and strike down with one hand. Make a fist with the other hand and hit this bulb as hard as you can. See?”

Joshua turned, and screamed in terror.

He saw behind him the headless body of Clovis, standing impossibly, its hands grasping out toward him. The ship’s wheel spun free, the mainsail swung around behind them, and the illusion was broken. Outlined against the black sail, the blue and white swirls still pulsing along its subtle skin, there appeared the billowing shape of the Hydra. Its tentacles twisted and searched out from its floating body, blending invisibly with the mists that surrounded them, and one wrapped around the head of Clovis, smothering him.

Joshua raised his spear over his head and ran toward the creature’s body screaming “One’s aboard!” A tentacle tripped his legs and he fell sprawling. The spear shot out of his hand and slid across the deck toward the monster. Joshua sprang after it, but he felt his leg jerked back. The Hydra had his right foot in its grip. He grabbed the planks of the deck with his fingernails and kicked desperately with his left boot but the Hydra pulled him back.

Joshua strained his arms till the veins stood out on his neck like cables. With his free foot he struck back at the trapped boot again and again, bloodying his right leg. The creature pulled again, but this time, the bloody foot came free.

He lunged forward, grabbed his spear, and plunged it into the body of the monster. The spear struck deep. Joshua drew his right foot up under his body, stood, and kicked the base of the spear with all his strength.

Inside the monster, the spark of the flint and the oxygen from the saltpeter met the hydrogen that kept the body of the Hydra afloat. The creature burst in every direction with a loud concussion, knocking Joshua back to the deck.

Clovis pulled the gray, dying tentacle away from his face. “Whuh! Was this . . . what I was supposed to use the spear on?”

Joshua, lying on his back, grinned. “I was getting to that!”

This short scene is for the Friday Fictioneers flash fiction meme.  Every Friday a bunch of online writers write 100 words on a given topic.  In this case, the picture above.  Then we link and comment on each others’ posts. Check it out here.  Links to other peoples’ fiction should start appearing in the Comments to this post as well.

Criticism is invited!  Tell me what you think of my prose.  How can it be tightened up?  I . . . sort of blew out the 100 word  limit on this one; sorry!

To read more about the novel in which this scene will be set, look under “The Story” tab at the top. If you’d like to contribute ideas for my book, just drop them into the Comments and I’ll work them in as best I can.

A Scene: Something on the Horizon

Smoke rose from the top of the icy mountain as Joshua and Clovis reached the ridge.
“I have seen strange things,” said Joshua. “And I’ve been away too long. Watching an airship come into port would set my heart right.”

Clovis pointed to the eastern horizon, and Joshua followed his gaze to a gray dot hovering over the Cloud Sea. The speck dipped suddenly into the clouds, and reappeared. “Ships don’t fly that way,” said Joshua, “but it’s too big for anything else.”

The distant shape came closer. Joshua shook his head and whispered “They died a long time ago.”

This short scene is for the Friday Fictioneers flash fiction meme.  Every Friday a bunch of online writers write 100 words on a given topic.  In this case, the picture above.  Then we link and comment on each others’ posts. Check it out here.  Links to other peoples’ fiction should start appearing in the Comments to this post as well.

Criticism is invited!  Tell me what you think of my prose.  How can it be tightened up?

To read more about the novel in which this scene will be set, look under “The Story” tab at the top. If you’d like to contribute ideas for my book, just drop them into the Comments and I’ll work them in as best I can.

Government Employees on Starships: What Will Their Benefits Package Look Like?

Thanks to Cat over at Cat’s Liminal Space for a gracious link and for the notion that Government officials who spend their entire journey across the galaxy in suspended animation will probably want a crew (which I’ve taken to calling Employees) who stay awake for the long trip in case of trouble.

The Light-Speed Barrier: It’s Hip

One of the first things that I decided when I sat down to write my own science fiction novel was that faster-than-light travel would be impossible. The book I’m writing isn’t “hard” science fiction, more planetary adventure, but the tropes used to get around the light speed barrier just seemed like magic wands to me, and I didn’t want to use them.

I became interested in having my characters traveling across the galaxy at near-light speed, and seeing civilizations rise and fall while they stayed more or less the same age (due to the time dilation effect). That gave rise to the notion of a galactic Government so vast that its bureaucrats take centuries to fly from one assignment to the next.

After a little thought and googling, however, I realized that even at ludicrous rates of acceleration – 5G, 10G – the subjective time for a trip across a significant portion of the galaxy could still take more than a human lifetime. More on this topic over at the World page.

So (here’s the funny part) I decided I would introduce some kind of suspended animation that allows the characters to “sleep” through the long journey in their starship. That is, of course, likely just as impossible as faster-than-light travel, for a whole host of reasons. It did not bother me one jot. I’m sure this says something about my psychology and nothing about science, but I’m glad to hear I’m not alone. Here’s an article on the trend toward obeying the light-speed barrier in SF.

Giant Man-Eating Jellyfish of the Air

Thanks to Michael P for the suggestion of deepstaria enigmatica as a real animal that should be an alien.  Over on the World page (choose The Story | World from the menu), it’s become a floating, carnivorous jellyfish that hides itself in clouds and attacks unwary air sailors. I’m picturing a desperate life-and-death struggle in the air somewhere in the third act.

(Note: I’ve come to the conclusion that my posts and post titles have been a little too understated up to now, so I’m unleashing my inner Stan Lee here.)