A Watership Down-esque epic fantasy about an ant colony under threat.

I don't expect talking animal books to be totally faithful to actual animal behavior, but I do want them to at least evoke the general concept of the animal in question. Peter Rabbit may wear a blue jacket, but he also sneaks into danger to get carrots. T. H. White's ant colonies are strictly regimented, with dissent literally unthinkable; they're metaphors for fascism, but it feels intuitively correct that ants could sort all things into DONE/NOT DONE.

The closer the animals are to actual animals, the more faithful I expect them to be to actual animal behavior. I expect less rabbit-ness from Peter Rabbit, who wears a blue jacket, than from the Watership Down rabbits, who don't wear clothing and live in burrows. If the animals are clearly intended to more-or-less be real animals, I definitely expect their biology/anatomy to be correct. Even Peter Rabbit shouldn't have an exoskeleton or thumbs.

Hawdon's ants are clearly intended to be real ants, except talking and intelligent. They climb blades of grass. They live in a colony. They are in danger of being stepped on.

1. WORKER ANTS ARE ALL FEMALE, HAWDON. YOU DON'T GET TO MAKE ALL THE ANTS MALE EXCEPT FOR THE QUEEN JUST SO YOU CAN AVOID HAVING MORE THAN ONE FEMALE CHARACTER IN THE ENTIRE BOOK.

2. Ants do not have lungs.

3. Ants do not have skulls.
“It’s getting near octopus time.”

Several ships sink with all hands lost, in the same area, after sending out an SOS mentioning “bad whether.” Biggles finds this very fishy. But investigating it, let alone doing anything about it, requires a big combined operation, so he gets himself temporarily commissioned as an Air Commodore so he can command both ships and planes.

This book focuses on Biggles’s responsibility as a commander of a large operation rather than a small team. There are some real losses, and he takes the deaths of men under his command personally. After getting a deathbed report from a young sailor, he walks off to cry, then pulls himself together to figure out his next move.

Despite a serious theme, it’s overall a very fun book, with excellent and inventive action sequences, some terrific settings, and plenty of creatures. Ginger is chased by a crocodile again, Algy is attacked by ants, and a decapod decamps with a dinghy.

To swim for it with that ghastly creature about was unthinkable. He knew what it was, of course: either an octopus or a decapod, perhaps the most loathsome living thing in all creation.

I don’t think Johns ever encountered an actual octopus because I am pretty sure they cannot actually chase people over dry land. Or if they can, there’s no need to flee in terror as you can just walk away. But maybe that’s just octopuses, not the dreaded decapods!

A swift glace backward revealed both monsters not thirty yards behind, moving swiftly over the ground in a sort of rolling motion.

Decapods aside, the book has some lovely descriptive writing. Below, the islands of the Mergui Archipelago lay like a necklace of emeralds dropped carelessly on a turquoise robe.

There are some racist bits but they’re individual lines or scenes rather than pervasive.

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[personal profile] sholio recommended it to me on the basis that the heroine is an alien raised by humans who ends up stranded in another dimension with a bunch of her friends who don't remember who she is due to magic. This intrigued me enough to check it out. Excerpts from emails to [personal profile] sholio follow:

Rachel: I just started reading it. You didn't mention that the heroine looks human but is actually a giant bug!

Rachel: She has no heart, no blood, and no circulatory system! Because she's a bug.

Sholio: A bug with boobs, which you will be hearing about at length.

Rachel: I look forward to the explanation of the boobs' existence. Or maybe I don't.

Also, there are orders of mice priests. I am unexpectedly charmed.

Rachel: Ah. The bugs lactate, due to "a quirk of evolution."

Rachel: I just hit the respectful pronouns for zombies.

Rachel: And the question of whether the word zombie is culturally appropriative.

Sholio: Worrying about zombie pronouns is exactly how you get eaten in the zombie apocalypse.

Rachel: I am at the 50% mark of the Seanan McGuire book and 60% of it is the heroine delivering exposition, either internally or to the other characters who don't remember her. Another 10% is the mice clergy delivering exposition. This is surprisingly entertaining. So far this is the only Seanan McGuire book I have ever actually enjoyed.

The rest consists of 10% action and 20% angsting about consent.

Sholio: This makes me want to make a pie chart.



This is book 10 of an 11-book series, so the massive amounts of exposition were more interesting than they would have been had I read the previous nine books.

Sarah Zellaby is a "cuckoo," from a race that evolved from wasps and are generally sociopaths who dump their children into human families; the cuckoo children invariably murder those families. Sarah is one of only two known non-sociopathic murderer cuckoos. She is telepathic and can mind-control people, so her human adoptive parents drummed it into her that consent is the highest value, with respect for others a close second. This results in her being very concerned over things like not misgendering zombies who are currently attacking her, plus a tendency to martyr herself.

She ends up stranded on another planet, along with a college campus, assorted students, a bunch of zombie cuckoos, and several friends and family members, one of whom is her true love (they're not biologically related), none of whom remember her due to magic but all of whom do remember that cuckoos are very dangerous. Hence the First Half of Exposition.

The second half of the book is about 50% giant bugs, 30% action, and 20% angsting about consent.



It heavily features giant flying millipedes, an extremely adorable giant spider, and plenty of angsting over the ethics of mind-controlling non-sapient giant bugs. Sadly, the mouse clergy get forgotten about for most of it.

I enjoyed this book despite a number of odd quirks of the sort that normally put me off McGuire's books. The heavy-handed lecturing about consent actually made sense for this character and her situation. Other quirks were just peculiar, like the breast thing. Female characters comment on their own breasts a lot. Sarah is obsessed with finding a bra for the first third of the book. I get that she specifically would feel very uncomfortable without one, presumably because she has behemoth bug boobs, but she narrates at great length about how ALL women need bras, that sports bras are not real bras (apparently underwire is superior - not an opinion I share), and that ALL superheroines would want to wear bras at all times.

I will just say that for most of 2020, when lots of people did not have to go anywhere, most of the women in my apartment complex, myself included, did not wear bras most of the time.

The book has a novelette at the end narrated by Annie, who turned out to be insufferable as a POV character, so much so that I only got a few pages in. In general, I really liked Sarah, the mouse clergy, and the giant bugs, but I was not so big on her family. So while this individual book was fun, I probably won't be continuing with the series.

rachelmanija: Image: baby praying mantis. Text: Hatching (Hatching)
( Jul. 21st, 2020 11:19 am)
When [personal profile] scioscribe informed me that Saul Bass, the noted movie credit sequence and poster designer who worked on everything from North by Northwest to Casino had also directed a horror movie about ants that was free on Amazon Prime and had an ending so bizarre that the studio cut it and it was only released a couple years ago, I promptly watched it over lunch and liveblogged over email.

Ants begin behaving strangely in the desert, building towers and cooperating to kill predators. Two scientists move into a geodesic dome to study this phenomena. This goes about as well as you'd expect.

Phase IV was released in 1974 and OH BOY can you tell. It's essentially a '50s monster movie filtered through an incredibly '70s sensibility, so it swerves between standard horror moments (dialogue like, "Oh my God, they're huge! ANTS!!!!!") and a dreamlike, allegorical trippiness.

There are moments that are genuinely haunting and beautiful, such as the towers built by the ants, a girl stumbling barefoot through the desert and singing hymns in a wobbly voice, and a lot of the ant photography.

The ants are real ants, and they're shot to highlight their strange beauty and to tell little stories about them that make sense within the plot but also function as self-contained stories. An ant relay in which they drag insecticide to their queen, one ant taking over for the next as they succumb to the poison, is halfway between Viking saga and the Chernobyl repairmen; a sequence involving a praying mantis is a perfect little masterpiece of misdirection, suspense, and a satisfying reveal. When the scientists try to kill the ants, we see it from the ants' perspective and it's shot like a classic war movie. All these sequences are like movies from an alternate world in which ants are the dominant species.

[Note: ants are most definitely harmed in the making of this movie.]

And then there's the human story. There's a scientist who wants to communicate with the ants, a scientist who wants to kill them, and a teenage girl who survives an ant attack. (Despite the massive 70s-ness of the film, there is no sex or romance THANK GOD.) I think it may have been an allegory of the war in Vietnam. It's definitely an allegory of war and how men who'd rather wage war than make peace ruin everything.

The movie as a whole was so 70s that I kept emailing [personal profile] scioscribe moments that I thought were peak 70s, only they kept getting topped.

"2 dudes and a girl naked in a decon shower wearing nothing but giant goggles while ants fall in slomo = quintessential 70s."

"On second thought, glowing pink crystal pyramids next to a geodesic dome is the most 70s thing ever."

And then I hit the ending. Both endings.

Cut for spoilers and ant-related body horror movie poster. Read more... )

Over a month ago, I bought a praying mantis egg case and stuck it in the rosemary. It never hatched, and I gave up on and then forgot about it...

...until I just now discovered a bazillion adorable praying mantises in the rosemary! Just look at them!

I had heard that baby mantises can be cannibals, so I madly rushed back and forth with mantises in my hands, one by one, to deposit them in particularly bug-infested parts of the garden. My garden is scattered all over and the rosemary is upstairs, so I am now soaked in sweat but more importantly, the wee mantids are everywhere and will hopefully thrive and eat all the aphids.

They are so so tiny. And they jump, in addition to taking standard mantis poses. I hope to be discovering them for many months to come. There were at least twenty of them.
I keep trying and failing to do a proper review of this, so I will just say that I loved it and found the ending very satisfying. I could have read ten books of it—let’s be real, I could have read an infinite number of books of it—but it was also perfect as was.

Massive spoilers under cut.

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Tchaikovsky has gotten a lot better at writing romantic relationships. I actually shipped people in this book, while in the kinden books I was mostly anti-shipping them, especially the canon romances.

The Hyena and the Hawk (Echoes of the Fall Book 3)

A 1969 children’s book about three kids and an absent-minded scientist having scientific adventures. In this case, they (plus the excitable terrier one of them is dog-sitting) fall into Professor Bulfinch’s smallifying machine.

I loved this series as a kid and the ones I’ve re-read have held up very well. They have accurate science presented in a fun way, they’re funny, they have a lot of sense of wonder, and while they’re obviously set in a particular time, they’re otherwise not particularly dated.

This book, for instance, has exactly one line about “girls are a nuisance except Irene who’s great,” but that is literally it as far as sexism is concerned; while Irene is the only girl, she is indeed great and is never looked down on, sneered at, stereotyped, or left out of the action. Which is a whole lot better on that front than a lot of current media.

The Smallifying Machine is unsurprisingly one of my favorites of the Danny Dunn books. It’s chock-full of sense of wonder, in this case exploring the world while you’re teeny-tiny. Far from many books that don’t really explore the premise, despite its very short length this book has the kids riding butterflies, eating nectar, whacking a pool of water with a tiny nail to get some droplets to drink (this is the book that taught me about surface tension, in a way that ensured that I’d remember it), being knocked off their feet by an earthwormquake, and much more. It’s entirely delightful.

Also, I think Irene should be introduced to Adrian Tchaikovsky. Here she is explaining the tarantula wasp (which, thankfully, they do NOT meet in their adventures):

“Ugh,” said Joe. “How grisly.”

“It isn’t!” Irene said, warmly. “Not any more than people wanting to eat fresh meat. It’s wonderful. You just think about it. The wasp will never see those babies of hers. [more horrifying description] Long after she’s dead, her children are all taken care of.”

“That’s the most touching story I ever heard,” said Joe. “I’m going to write a poem about it. I think I’ll call it M is for the Million Spiders You Gave Me.

Now available on Kindle for $3.99: Danny Dunn and the Smallifying Machine

The morning glory
has captured my well-bucket;
I go to the neighbor for water.

- Chiyo-ni


I have a neighbor with a green Jeep that he spends an enormous amount of spare time tending. When he does so, I have to make him move it so I can get in and out of my garage, as his garage is next to mine and he has to park it behind them. (The garages are so small that the vehicle completely fills the space. Layla can testify to that as she once attempted to extract my car from it.)

Yesterday I pulled up and asked him to move his car so I could get in the garage. His hood was up, so he laboriously pushed the Jeep out of my way. I went to open my garage door (it's manual), and saw...

Cut for praying mantis )

I haven't seen a mantis in my neighborhood in years, and there this little fellow was, climbing steadily up the crack between the garage and the garage door, feeling for each hold as carefully and deftly as any good climber. I stood and watched it for a while, hoping it would get high enough to be out of danger, but it was really taking its time. I finally went and parked on the street. My neighbor clearly thought I was insane.

When I walked back (I had to search for parking, then park a block away) I found that the brave little mantis had completed its trek and was poised triumphant at the summit.

Cut for praying mantis )
Complete in three volumes, this manga is a cozy post-apocalypse tale about the adorable adventures of a young girl and her beloved pet giant mutant tentacled spider.

It’s also a cooking manga.

12-year-old Nagi is living alone and lonely in the mountains since her dad wandered off. But luckily, she encounters and adopts a giant mutant spider baby, which she names Asa. Asa doesn’t speak, but they and Nagi communicate just fine anyway. (Nagi uses “they/them” pronouns for Asa; it’s not stated whether it’s because Nagi doesn’t know Asa’s gender, or if she does know and Asa is nonbinary.)

Each chapter features Nagi and Asa having some kind of adventure and also cooking, so you get titles like “Danger & Pita Pockets.” Recipes included. That is, Nagi or people who Nagi meets cook, and Asa helps out, eats, and carries trays of food on their back.

I only read the second two volumes of this—Lyda and Mason left it with me, along with other manga, to mail back to them. But it was easy to pick up on earlier events, which I gather prominently featured pumpkin dumplings.

Giant Spider & Me is bizarre and also extremely sweet. Some people think Asa is a dangerous monster, but nothing ever gets too threatening and the love between a girl and her giant spider always carries the day.

Adrian Tchaikovsky would enjoy this. I did too. It’s like there’s some kind of conspiracy afoot to make me fall under the spell of our new many-legged overlords, I mean our adorable arachnid friends.

Giant Spider & Me: A Post-Apocalyptic Tale Vol. 1

Avrana Kern had only limited and artificial emotional responses, being dead and a computer composed at least partially of ants.

Shine on, crazy bug-shaped diamond. Shine on.

Tchaikovsky’s sequel to Children of Time is similar enough to be delightful if you enjoyed the first book, while different enough to recapture the original’s sense of wonder and mind-expanding qualities. It catches up with the next generation of spiders and humans, while introducing some new sets of humans and uplifted societies:

The population of the planet now stands at some thirty-nine billion octopuses.

The octopus civilization is marvelous, and rather more alien than the spiders.

At first she was baffled and almost offended: this is not, after all, how sentience is supposed to work. Humans and Portiids agree on these things. Now, after enough time to reflect, she wonders if the octopuses are not happier: free to feel, free to wave a commanding tentacle at the cosmos and demand that it open for them like a clam.

There’s a lot of really funny bits in this story, mostly involving the octopi. I was cracking up at the early stages of their uplifting, which involve one guy who really likes octopi and his baffled colleagues. There’s also some absolutely terrifying horror. And a whole lot of uplift (in both senses of the word), touching human or rather touching sentient being moments, a vast scope, and more sense of wonder than you can shake a stick at.

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This is what science fiction exists to do. Just marvelous.

Feel free to have a spoilery discussion in the comments.

Children of Ruin

Two collections of short stories about my beloved bug people.

The first, Spoils of War, takes place entirely during the Wasp invasion of the Commonweal and is unsurprisingly gloomy. My favorite stories were about a Thorn Bug woman’s private war, a Wasp soldier and his Dragonfly opponent who share a moment of respect and understanding in the middle of the war, and a Roach’s search for his kidnapped daughter. But a lot of them blurred together into “war is hell.”

A Time for Grief covered a much wider span of time and so was less gloomy, though still often fairly dark. A number of the stories are in distinct genres, like a noir private eye story, a backstage theatre story, a western horror story, kitchen sink gritty realism in the slums of Helleron, etc. This was really fun and I liked those stories a lot.

I really hope Tchaikovsky writes more stories (or full novels!) in this world. He clearly has it all so well worked out, and there’s so many corners still unexplored.

Spoils of War (Tales of the Apt Book 1)



A Time For Grief (Tales of the Apt Book 2)

A kind of fix-up novel in the Apt world about a Beetle professor/explorer and his Fly assistant Fosse, written by the latter. It’s in the style of old-school pulp adventures and consists of their explorations in corners of the Apt world that we either never saw in the novels or saw only glancingly. The conceit is that Fosse is writing these as essentially serials, and occasionally mentions the reception of previous installments. She’s a really fun narrator, adventurous, put-upon, and with an eye for handsome men.

Rather hilariously, the stories take place before, during, and after the events of Shadows of the Apt, and extremely important events in that become mere backdrop for these stories. At one point a gigantic battle going on in a city, which is the subject for an entire novel in Shadows, just means that to Fosse’s annoyance, her planned vacation there gets canceled in favor of an expedition into nearby forests where there won’t be any fighting going on.

The worldbuilding and the kinden was one of my very favorite aspects of Shadows, and this book is almost 100% about that, plus fun characters having adventures. One story, “Spires of the Builders,” contains a kinden and Art that is hands-down the most horrifying and nightmarish thing in the entire series, so thanks I GUESS for putting that in my head. I can’t quite regret reading it because it’s so damn clever, even though it will probably haunt me forever.

There are two previous volumes of stories which are more scattershot, tales of various kinden without a narrative throughline or recurring characters. The first one, Spoils of War, was pretty gloomy so I skipped ahead. You don’t have to read these books in order.

Spoilers! Read more... )

For Love of Distant Shores (Tales of the Apt Book 3)

A book about intelligent spiders by Adrian Tchaikovsky… oh wait, all his books are about intelligent spiders. You have to admire a person who has a niche enthusiasm and really goes for it. I applaud his commitment to all things entomological and arachnid, and if he ever visits Mariposa he can sleep in the Spiderhouse.

If you do not want to read about spiders, skip this entire post.

This book is fantastic. I am arachnophobic and I loved it anyway, though admittedly my issue with spiders is how they look, not reading about them. (In fact, the parts of the book I found squicky and horrifying and phobic-triggering all involved ants, not spiders.) I can’t believe how attached I got to the valiant spiders and their civilization, and how much I was rooting for them to succeed.

[OH SHIT as I am typing I noticed my cats staring at something and there is a GIANT FUCKING BLACK SPIDER ON THE OUTSIDE SCREEN OF MY DOOR!!!! IT’S GOT A BIG FAT BODY AND THICK LEGS AND IT’S FUCKING HUGE!!!! I am not making this up. Um, so I guess this book did not cure my arachnophobia. Luckily someone came to the door and the spider scuttled away. Welp. Guess I won’t be using the back door any time soon.]

So, back to Children of Time. It’s old-school, big-picture, sweep of history, cool ideas, sense of wonder anthropological science fiction – something I haven’t enjoyed in ages. It reminded me of how much I used to like it.

The premise is that Earth has been largely trashed by wars and environmental damage, and there is currently a war between the humans who are trying to terraform other planets, and humans who are trying to stop this from happening. One woman is doing an experiment in which she plans to seed a terraformed planet with monkeys and

[AAAAAH I JUST NOW REALIZED THAT THE GIGANTIC SPIDER IS INSIDE THE DOOR, BETWEEN THE GLASS AND THE SCREEN AND THERE IS A BIG CHUNK OF GLASS MISSING ON THE INSIDE OF THE DOOR SO IT CAN GET TO ME. I just ran and grabbed tape and taped the inside of the door so it can’t get in. Hopefully there is a way out that it can use to get out the same way it got in. And thanks to decluttering, I knew instantly where my tape was. Marie Kondo just saved me from the spider.]

Um, so, this scientist, Dr. Kern, intends to seed a planet which has already been terraformed with Earth plants, bugs, and some small mammals like mice with a literal barrel of monkeys and a nanovirus which will enable them to evolve extremely fast, so what would normally take millennia will occur over a few thousand years. Her intent is to create a monkey civilization that will be intelligent but not as much as humans and can be used as servants. But things go drastically wrong, the entire Earth civilization blows up, and the monkeys never make it to the planet. But the nanovirus does. And it turns out to be quite compatible with spiders…

Meanwhile, a motley handful of human refugees flees the now-destroyed Earth in a generation ship. They have cryogenic sleep, so the story of the same few humans continues on their ship over a period of thousands of years, as they wake up for a few days or months or years at a time. At the same time, the spiders are evolving. We follow generation after generation of spiders as they fight wars and plagues, develop new technologies, and try to communicate with the mysterious thing in the sky—the AI that’s all that remains of Dr. Kern—that keeps sending them messages…

I don’t want to say too much about the spider civilization is because it’s so much fun to discover it on your own, but as a lure, I just want to mention that they figure out how to make colonies of nonsentient ants work as living computers. But seriously, the spider technology and culture is SO FUCKING COOL.

It took me longer to warm up to the human characters, and I was almost always more into the spiders’ story. But I did end up enjoying the humans’ story too. But the spiders? I LOVED the spiders. And not just as a civilization, but as individual, complex characters.

The nanovirus also uplifted some crustaceans, and in the midst of all the spider and human drama, every now and then we get an update about how the crustacean civilization is living out its own grand epic underwater and 99.9% off-page. It was delightful and slightly hilarious.

Spoilers: Read more... )

[Okay, my door spider is now out of the door and has been swept off the balcony. Pretty sure it’s fine and will live out its spidery life, hopefully very far away from me.]

More book spoilers. Read more... )

Only $2.99 on Kindle! Children of Time

The cover is both correct and not really representative of the experience of reading the book. However, an accurate cover would probably make at least a quarter of the intended audience flee screaming, so there's that.

A well-executed but somewhat standard science fiction novella on the old trope of “person from seemingly magical/primitive society gets exiled from it, discovers it’s actually a terraforming project gone wrong.” (This isn’t spoilery – readers will pick up on the overall premise, if not the exact details, way before the protagonist does.)

It’s an enjoyable read but there’s nothing really special here other than some nice flourishes involving Tchaikovsky’s favorite thing, bugs. The ancient technology is executed via bugs, the plot revolves around marking people as outcasts in a way that I think was inspired by how ants can tell that another ant is from a different colony, and there are some fucking creepy descriptions of the native bug life. Contains some unsettling body horror in addition to bugs, bugs, and more bugs.

Though this is short and so seemingly a good gateway drug, it doesn't really show off Tchaikovsky's strengths. Unless someone has a different shorter work they'd suggest, I'd start with one of his full-length novels instead.
Gave up on writing a coherent review; incoherent notes below cut. Extremely spoilery! Read more... )

What a wild ride. So glad I heard about these books via Layla. Darkness and tragedy notwithstanding, they were wonderful and I wish there were ten more of them.

War Master's Gate (Shadows of the Apt Book 9)

Seal of the Worm (Shadows of the Apt Book 10)



Oh, my brave and heartbreaking bug people!

Book 7 was fantastic and had me biting my nails every other chapter; Book 8 was probably my single favorite of the series so far, despite zero appearances from two of my three favorite characters (but my third had a huge role). It was even more of a nailbiter and heavily featured one of my favorite things, the culture of fighter pilots in a time period when you can actually see the faces of your opponents.

All else is spoilers. Read more... )

Heirs of the Blade (Shadows of the Apt Book 7)



The Air War (Shadows of the Apt Book 8)

All is spoilery. Except that I fucking LOVED the worldbuilding in this particular book.

Only in this series, unlike most, the worldbuilding itself becomes a spoiler after a certain point, at least to me, because I so enjoyed finding for myself which kinden we'd be introduced to next. So even saying "This is the one with the [some kind of bug] people" is spoilery. And so I will put that behind a spoiler cut.

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The Sea Watch (Shadows of the Apt Book 6)

I took a break from the series after The Scarab Path and just picked it up again, so this isn't a review, just some flaily notes inspired by having just dived into the series again.

I'm glad I'm reading it right now, because the themes of doing your best in incredibly dark times and trying to make the right choices when it's not at all clear what is the right choice, is really something I want to read now.

It's a series largely about war, and without being very gory/gruesome, doesn't sugarcoat it at all. It's emotionally rough, but not despairing. So far at least, it's actually very hopeful about the good in humanity, and is that rare fantasy war series in which the characters who want peace and think it's possible to negotiate with the enemy are not presented as naive morons.

The brutality of the war is also offset by the sheer glee and exuberant inventiveness of the world. I fucking love the kinden, and every time a new one is introduced I share in the author's obvious delight. There's an especially good one in The Scarab Path.

Please don't spoil me for any new kinden introduced after The Air War! Especially, the nature of what's under the seal, which has not yet been confirmed. I love discovering them for myself.

I am not big on bugs in real life, but I admire and enjoy Tchaikovsky's obvious enthusiasm for all things insectile. Can you imagine his room as a young boy? It would be like my parents' cabin only on purpose.

Also, once I got over the hump of the Apt/Inapt divide being 1) essentially magical and so not based on Earth logic like how one defines a machine, 2) being based more on time period, i.e., people from the Bronze Age existing at the same time as people from the Industrial Revolution, than on literally how machines work, it became really fascinating and I love how he's exploring it and introducing new aspects of it.

I've read through book 8 (The Air War) by now, and my book notes include spoilers through that. Please no spoilers past that point! I am delighting in not knowing WTF is going to happen next.

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