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Darian Frey is down on his luck. He can barely keep his squabbling crew fed …
Darian Frey was a man who understood the value of a tactical retreat.
— The Black Lung Captain by Chris Wooding (Tales of the Ketty Jay, #2)
Frey is the captain of the Ketty Jay, leader of a small and highly dysfunctional …
The smuggler held the bullet between thumb and forefinger, studying it in the weak light of the store room.
— Retribution Falls by Chris Wooding (Tales of the Ketty Jay, #1)
There are only three real powers in the Spiral: the corporate power of the Trust …
Somewhere in Jal’s file was a note from an old crewmate that read, Jalsen Red will either be the reason you die, or the reason you live. Good fucking luck.
When a mudslide strands a train, Baxter, a queer Black sleeping car porter, must contend …
Standing next to his step box, Baxter hovers: immobile and elastic, ready to spring forward to lift a suitcase, dissect a timetable, point to the conductor, nod, lift more suitcases, now hat boxes, answer more questions, and nod, nod, nod.
o fix the world they first must break it further.
Humanity is a dying breed, …
On activation each morning Charles’ first duty was to check his master’s travel arrangements for the day.
Anna Sinjari―refugee, survivor of genocide, disaffected office worker―has a close encounter that reveals universe-threatening stakes. …
What do you do when you meet an alien in Central Park?
— Exordia by Seth Dickinson
"A daring post-apocalyptic novel from a powerful rising literary voice. With winter looming, a small …
A crack echoed through the boreal landscape, a momentary chaos in the still afternoon air.
Fetter was raised to kill, honed as a knife to cut down his sainted father. …
The moment Fetter is born, Mother-of-Glory pins his shadow to the earth with a large brass nail and tears it from him.
A bestseller in South Korea, Bo-Reum’s English-language debut is a tranquil if meandering slice of …
A man was loitering outside the bookshop.
— Welcome to the Hyunam-Dong Bookshop by Hwang Bo-reum, Shanna Tan
Anything at the mercy of such a divine female must, to them, necessarily be a man.
— Steelflower at Sea (The Steelflower Chronicles) by LILITH SAINTCROW
The fat-sailed high-prowed Taryam’ajak of Antai bit salt swells, singing of rigging and canvas strained by pressure, bound for home across the wide blue desert of the Lan’ai.
— Steelflower at Sea (The Steelflower Chronicles) by LILITH SAINTCROW
Thief, assassin, sellsword—Kaia Steelflower is famous. Well, mostly famous, and mostly for the wrong reasons. …
I woke from a fuzzy trance with my mead-filled head ringing and four Hain Guards seeking to separate said head from my shoulders.
— Steelflower by LILITH SAINTCROW (The Steelflower Chronicles, #1)
Amateur detective Mallory Viridian’s talent for solving murders ruined her life on Earth and drove …
Nobody ever believed murders “just happened” around Mallory Viridian.
— Station Eternity by Mur Lafferty (The Midsolar Murders, #1)
Nigerian God-Punk - a powerful and atmospheric urban fantasy set in Lagos.
Since the Orisha …
This is going to be a bad job.
An eccentric detective and her long-suffering assistant untangle a web of magic, deceit, and murder …
The walls of the estate emerged from the morning fog before me, long and dark and rounded like the skin of some beached sea creature.
— The Tainted Cup by Robert Jackson Bennett (Shadow of the Leviathan, #1)
