Great Review of Pay Me, Bug! at The Review Hart

Submitted by Christopher Wright on

The Review Hart is an indie book review blog. I'd submitted Pay Me, Bug! for a review a while back, and I've been a bit nervous about it ever since: The Review Hart, you see, is a site that doesn't pull punches. It's not a mean-spirited site by any means, but if the reviewers (Shen Hart and Michael Keenan) don't like what they're reading they'll tell you exactly what they don't like and why they don't like it.

Today The Review Hart reviewed Pay Me, Bug!:

This is a book for people who enjoy light-hearted sci-fi where classic characters are given a fresh twist. The range of characters is familiar, yet the author brought them to life and made them entirely his own. The races that were represented within the finely woven world were clearly given a lot of thought and are different to the stock that has come to be expected. The plot is well-paced, and the author makes the most of the world and characters to bring about interesting twists and multiple facets that lead to a very enjoyable read. All in all, this is a book that many sci-fi fans will love.

(There's more to the review here.)

I'll take two, thanks!

Patreon: Because November Isn't Busy Enough

Submitted by Christopher Wright on

Things I did yesterday:

Why would I even think of doing this in November, you ask? Because when I make poor decisions, I make them enthusiastically.

A Game of Secrets: Part Four

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Unknown, Tropical Climate

David Bernard wakes up remembering his last rational thought the night before: don’t sleep here, it isn’t safe. Everything after that is a blur, vague images obscured by ever-thickening layers of pain and exhaustion. He’s lying on a mattress with clean sheets. The low hum of an air conditioner kicks in and cool air washes over his face. The constant, faint sound of tropical birds calling to each other can be heard just beyond the bedroom’s window.

I guess I didn’t take my own advice.

He sits up, surprised to feel neither pain nor dizziness. He obviously needed the rest, and it’s done him good—his vision is clear and sharp, and he’s thinking more clearly than he remembers in a long time. Even Crossfire’s special medical treatment, as remarkable as it was, hadn’t worked this well. That thought provokes a sudden surge of relief, as he realizes that the day before he couldn’t actually remember that part of his life. His memory is back—he remembers getting hurt the first time, the second time, seeking out Crossfire, working with them, agreeing to help LaFleur in his investigation, and then they—

David frowns. Then they—there was a—

He’s sitting in the cargo bay of a plane, checking the straps to his parachute for the seventh time. LaFleur is sitting across from him, doing the same.

“After we jump it’s likely we’ll be separated.” LaFleur has to raise his voice to be heard over the engines of the plane. “I’m sorry for that. It’s going to be a difficult transition…”

It’s the same thing he remembered yesterday, after reading the paper, but nothing more. So his memory hasn’t returned, not completely. He shrugs. Where he is today is remarkably better than where he was yesterday.

A little too remarkable, perhaps.

A Game of Secrets: Part Three

Submitted by Christopher Wright on
Farraday City Bunker

“Again,” Red Shift says.

Jenny grits her teeth, narrows her eyes, and swings at him with all her strength.

She isn’t trying for finesse, and Red Shift isn’t trying to dodge. He’s moving just enough to keep his force field active, but he takes the blow square in the chest. The force of the impact staggers him, but he recovers quickly.

“Again.”

“Why?” She tries to conceal the frustration in her voice, but she knows it isn’t working. She doesn’t understand why he’s making her do this. She’s much stronger than she used to be, but that’s not how she should be fighting. Her great-grandfather hadn’t used brute force, he used discipline and finesse. That’s how she was trained to fight. That’s how she should be fighting.

“You need to know what it feels like,” Red Shift says.

“What are you talking about?” Jenny’s frustration boils over and her volume rises considerably. “What am I supposed to feel?”

“Your limits,” Red Shift says.

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