Well, I’m feeling rather terrible at the moment. A couple of weeks ago, the lovely Jim Webster asked me to join in a blog tour for the release of his new book, and I happily agreed to it. But then life happened, and the post I meant to share on Sunday (or Monday) didn’t go up…
I hate messing up.
An action packed investigation, from Delta mud to the palaces of Merchant princes, Haldar is back in War 2.2
Haldar Drom is starting to worry. The long running insurgency in the Zala Delta suddenly starts to spiral further out of control. Who is arming the insurgents? How and why? Then a leading local politician who is using his influence to try and keep things calm is threatened with assassination. It’s obvious that things are moving to a climax.
All Haldar has immediately available is a third year university student who gets given a dissertation project she’ll never forget; young journalist who he convinces to investigate the situation of the ground; and a retired marine librarian whose job is to keep the politician alive. As the investigation proceeds, from the mud of the Delta to the luxurious surroundings of the Drake Islands, Haldar comes to realise that he may be facing Wayland Strang’s counter-attack. Faced with a coup d’état spearheaded by off-world mercenaries Haldar has to react quickly to stop a major war.
Sounds exciting, doesn’t it? Wanna sneak a peek? Then read on! 🙂
The flitter was hardly luxurious. It was a battered Steg and Snorsin D20, the open topped utility model. The engine labored; the elderly craft was badly overloaded. Alpan, the pilot, glanced over his shoulder. There were a dozen men of the Delta Gendarmerie sprawled on the bench seats. Scattered around them was the panoply of war: personal weapons, support weapons, cases of ammunition, cases of ration packs, water containers, water sanitizers, hastily rolled up camouflage sheeting, and miscellaneous items Alpan couldn’t recognize.
The men were largely asleep. Dirty, disheveled, unshaven; in spite of the noise of the engine, they slept in helmets and long armor coats. The one concession to sleep was that they had all ignored the seat belts.
They weren’t the only reason for the laboring engine. Along the sides and rear of the flitter were the hastily applied panels of ceramic armor, a recently adopted field expedient.
Alpan turned his attention to the view in front; they were the second flitter in line, with three more flitters following them, flying low but not particularly quickly above the Zala Delta. Below was one of the major channels, its silt-rich water a green-brown. He spared time to check on his two crewmen. One to the left of him, one to his right, each sat in a little barbette, their light power cannons covering the riverbanks as the convoy flew onwards.
The flitter ahead dropped lower, closer to the water and Alpan followed suit. They were coming in to land at Maggville, the small village that had been turned into a forward operating base. Now they were close to the water, Alpan could see the clumps of slowly floating debris which cluttered the Delta channels in low season. The vegetation on the riverbanks was a green wall, occasionally broken where someone had felled trees to make way for a rice paddy. A voice came over the vehicle comm. “Yessa to all flitters, you hear me?”
Alpan pressed the stud on the throat mike. “Hear you Yessa.” He heard other voices over the comm, all confirming their presence.
“Swampies, attacking camp perimeter: we’re going in wide to get behind them, follow me.”
The lead craft swung right, climbing slightly, Alpan eased the controls to match its course. He turned and shouted behind him “Wake up boys, Swampies attacking the camp, we’re going to get behind them and spoil their day.”
And now, let’s meet the author! Jim’s guest posted here before, but for those of you who are new to these parts, here’s what he has to say about himself:
I’m Jim, I’m fifty something (I have to check what year it is before giving my age) and I’m married with a wife and three daughters. I’m notorious for my lack of dress sense and I have a tendency to bluff when I think I’m probably right.
I live in South Cumbria, on the coast just south of the Lake District, so we’re in the most beautiful part of the world. Luckily everybody is in a hurry to get to somewhere else so they never stop here. I’ve been a livestock farmer all my life and since the mid 1970s I’ve also been a freelance journalist. I’ve five fantasy ebooks out on Amazon, but then a friend told me Safkhet were looking for writers. I approached them and they wanted Science Fiction. The result was ‘Justice 4.1’ (The Tsarina Sector.) It was well received and so ‘War 2.2’ has now been published.
It’s going to come out in paperback as well but there is also a range of white metal miniatures planned to go with it, so the paperback and figures will get a separate launch later this year.
Ooo, figurines! I love figurines. 🙂
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