to play a gig at the equally picturesque King’s Arms Hotel
with my band Stealer. Our presence had been announced beforehand
along with other forthcoming attractions including this:
Meanwhile in other news, sales of Siege of Stars, first volume of my SF trilogy, are going well (find out how to get hold of it here) and the publisher is preparing the sequelae for publication. The impatient can get an advance proof of volume two, Scourge of Stars. And today he sent me a cover concept for volume three, Rage of Stars. Here it is:
It’s an interesting feeling, getting cover art for one’s own fiction as interpreted through the eyes of another. It’s especially gratifying that the artist, Clay Hagebusch, has taken pains to read the story, as the cover art illustrates a specific event in the book.
Now so close, the aliens were discernible (against a luminous background) as individuals, in the way they had not been during the remote observation of Lac 9352. Domingo would never forget the image of a swarm of black specks swirling around the King of Planets like a mockery of a shrouded gossamer ring, before a column of them plummeted like a spearhead into the Great Red Spot. It only took a few moments for the rich russets and browns of Jupiter’s cloudscape to be drained of all color; only a few more for the giant planet to implode and disappear into nothingness, as if it had never been.