I met Mr. Shepherd at Dragon*Con after one of his writing panels, and his description of his Cassandra Kresnov series intrigued me. I'm a sucker for good, action-y sci-fi (one of the series that I really got me into sci-fi was Douglas Hill's Young Legionary books) and the cover had a very Mass Ef...
Cassandra Kresnov is a highly advanced hunter-killer android. She has escaped the League and fled to Callay, a member of the Federation. Because of her fighting skills she was able to save the president's life and is now a trusted member of the security forces. However, not all Tanushans are happ...
Which would be interesting for the pilot, because CSA SWAT's emergency lanes privilege couldn't be working, so how they were doing it without crashing into people, Poole didn't know. Captain Arvid Singh was having a harsh conversation with someone back at HQ, probably Dire...
They hammered and cranked to get the bolts in place, all second-shift crew, though some of first-shift were up and watching, bleary-eyed but intense. The carcass itself was just the forward part that contained the head, indistinct from the rest of the body save that the techs had sawn it clean th...
The crowds grew even thicker, a sea of humanity across a four-lane road that would normally be filled with evening traffic. The Rue Bercy cafe and restaurant staff manned the front of their premises, customary tables and chairs cleared well back from the moving throng lest they be overturned or s...
It felt like waking up, but she wasn’t tired from sleep. It was just that one minute she wasn’t conscious, and the next she was. The play room was like her own, only different. Bean bags and cushions were in different places, and the toys were different. Everything was in the same bright colours ...
Positioning was not radically different from last he’d seen them, ships in similar places. Abigail was twenty hours out from closest approach. He checked Lisbeth, and her uplinks informed him she was asleep, and in Trace’s quarters. Trace was still on the rock, with Bravo and Delta. &...
In the style of a French eighteenth-century chateau, it was originally built with private money as a place of entertainment by business interests and as a six-star hotel for VIPs. But most VIPs, it turned out, liked to stay in Tanusha’s multitude of thriving commercial hubs, not here amidst the l...
Sandy jogged briskly along the sidewalk, dodging raincoated pedestrians beneath huddling umbrellas. Rain fell along the wet gleaming street, the mirror reflection of blazing light and neon broken by the hissing passage of passing cars. Streetlights ribbed the roadside far down its length, and col...
Downslope, the great tent city spread across the paddocks like a forest of pointy white mushrooms on a green hillside. Flags flew above each provincial contingent, colourful banners against a summer blue sky. The air was warm, the breeze welcome, and the hills beneath the walls of Baen-Tar were a...