All posts tagged: Science Fiction

Top 5 Tuesday: Books Set In Space

Oh boy, am I excited about today’s Top 5 Tuesday from Shanah over at the Bionic Book Worm, because the focus is on books set in space—a topic squarely in my field of vision. And, as someone who read a lot of SFF over the years (check out the SFF books in my Library) I can now share some of my favourite titles with you. #1. RIMRUNNERS — by C. J. Cherryh is one of Cherryh’s numerous Company War novels. But this one is dark, gritty and a great view of military ‘grunts’ in space. As WO Bet Yeager, from the losing side, is forced to hide in plain sight aboard an enemy ship—with a death warrant on her head—and try to figure out a way to survive long enough to get off. #2. THE HITCHHIKER’S GUIDE TO THE GALAXY — by Douglas Adams, yes, I’ve mentioned this before, and I’ll probably mention it again at some point in the future DON’T PANIC! This classic is a fun (and at times yes, silly) read in …

Fictional Friday #1

P R O P H E C Y THE ELECTRICAL STORM raged across the darkening sky, in complete contrast to what Arianrhod felt. Or, to be more exact, what she didn’t feel. She didn’t feel anything. In fact, she felt empty, devoid of any emotion. A fact which bothered her on many levels. Had she compartmentalized them all—as was her want in times of stress—or did she just not feel anything as many seemed to believe? It had been four weeks to the day since her mother—who they were now calling the great Don—had passed away. And, in that time, all hell had broken loose. In many ways it was fitting that a storm should rage tonight of all nights. The night she had to give her final answer to the Council. Would she, as her mother’s heir, give up the life she led and take up the reigns of power to become the next Mhor Rioghain? The next Great Queen? As Captain of the prestigious Star Cruiser, the Bright World, pride of the Prydain …

A Lady of Letters: Part 1

10 St James’s Sq, London November 26, 1852 Dear Mister Turing, You arrived in a fluster on my doorstep yesterday without so much as a gentlemen’s calling card nor, may I say, wearing anything approaching gentlemen’s attire. And an uncovered head in public, Mr. Turing? Tut-tut. But let us set aside how scruffily dressed you were. You then proceeded to badger and cajole my butler, Samson, physically and forcibly gain entrance to my home, and chaotically open and slam nigh on every room door on the premise instead of waiting, as Mr. Samson suggested you do, in the hallway. As any proper person might. But, as I have found out to your detriment, you are neither polite nor a gentleman, Mr. Turing. What you are, I have yet to determine. Forcible? Most certainly. Irascible? Without question, and quite possibly, incoherent to a point of madness. You most certainly are in need of either a calming tonic or a dose of Madam Pompadour’s French Gin. Either way, it is what I finally discerned after deciphering the …