A+ #BookReview: Green City Wars by Adrian Tchaikovsky

A+ #BookReview: Green City Wars by Adrian TchaikovskyGreen City Wars by Adrian Tchaikovsky
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Genres: noir, science fiction, science fiction mystery, climate fiction, post apocalyptic
Pages: 355
Published by Tor Books on June 23, 2026
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Philip Marlowe meets
Redwall
in this superior adult noir tale, where all the characters are animals, fighting for survival in the city underneath the humans. In the solar cities of the future, the humans relax in the sun and the animals work in the shadows. Genetically engineered Little Helpers, serving humanity—unseen, unheard.
Meet Skotch. Racoon, P.I.—Yours for a few buttons as long as the job isn't too illegal, whatever that means.
A mouse has gone missing. Normally this wouldn't raise any hackles, nor any alarms, but this mouse has something that everyone seems to want, though nobody appears particularly eager to say what that something is.
The fee is good—perhaps too good. Certainly not something Skotch can easily turn down.
If only Skotch can work out where the mouse is hiding, what he's hiding, and why his secrets are upsetting a lot of animals caught up in the Green City wars.

My Review:

Like all the best stories, Green City Wars starts with one hell of a “What if…” In fact it starts with two of them, one as likely – or not – as the other.

On the one hand, there’s the idea that a post-climate apocalyptic Earth’s human population gets its act together BEFORE the planet becomes completely uninhabitable. That’s where the “green cities” part of the title comes in.

Very much OTOH, what if Rocket Raccoon and his friends weren’t the product of an evil overlord’s experiment to create animal-based supersoldiers, but were instead the product of gene splicing megacorporations working on creating the perfect servitor class to maintain those new green cities while remaining nearly invisible, absolutely clean, carbon-neutral, totally eco-friendly AND both self-sustaining and self-replicating.

That’s where this story begins, in one of those relatively new ‘green cities’, in the mind of Skotch, a freelance private eye who just so happens to be a racoon. Skotch isn’t exactly on the up-and-up all the time, but then again, even human P.I.s like Philip Marlowe operated more on the down-low than they ever did under the bright light of day.

Something that Skotch doesn’t see much of, because the unintentional, underground (literally) and interstitial spaces where ‘people’ like Skotch, generally referred to as “gehirner” (German for ‘brains’) live and work are, well, dark. Or at least very, very shadowy, literally as well as figuratively. Even when, like Skotch, they work at jobs that their creators never imagined would exist among the gehirner.

But that’s the thing about intelligence. While the gene splicers controlled a lot of factors in their creations, they needed to give each ‘Strain’ of gehirner enough intelligence to carry out their assigned, programmed tasks without needing to write reams of code to make the whole thing work. They weren’t trying to create AIs or automata. They wanted creatures they could set and forget about.

What they also forgot about – or assumed didn’t apply to their creations for all the true but punny meanings of ‘assume’ – was the famous quote that goes, “I think, therefore I am.” The creatures the genesplicers created in their labs were created with the ability to think.

Therefore they are. And they are all thinking about how to make the best of their own personal situations. Which leads to some of them working out that their best bet is to take advantage of everyone around them, creating hierarchies, and gangs, and eventually even armies.

It also leads to gehirner like Skotch, who don’t quite fit into the original plan for contented little servants and workers, who strike out on their own eking out a living on the fringes, doing not-quite-legal jobs for less-than-legitimate-reasons for people who want to find someone who doesn’t want to be found or who aren’t willing to do their own dirty work.

Skotch’s former bosses haul him in to make him an offer he can’t refuse. All he has to do is find one rogue mouse and bring them in. The reward is too good to pass up, which means the job is going to be a whole lot harder and nastier than he’s been led to believe.

Or even imagine.

Escape Rating A+: This was just about a one-sitting read. It was certainly a ‘carry it around all day and keep going back to it’ read. The setup is so fascinating in so many different ways, and it’s utterly thorough about every layer of detail and yet it never stops being compelling.

What makes Skotch worth following isn’t just that he thinks like we do, but because he has intelligence like ours he knows its not normal for his species. So he thinks about the fact that he can think. He worries about what it means, and what it means that he thinks just a bit askew from what was intended in his creation.

He also, frequently and often, wonders if it was all worth it in the end, even as he knows he wouldn’t give it up even though it would be easier. He’s eaten from the tree of knowledge and can’t go back to the bliss of ignorance. Which is what makes the threat of that fate so powerful, and what makes the reveal at the end so potent and potentially world-altering.

From one point of view, Skotch’s investigation – along with all of his mistakes and all the bad luck he runs into along the way – are no different from any other noir detective from Imperial Rome’s private enquiry agent Marcus Didius Falco in The Silver Pigs to Sam Spade in The Maltese Falcon.

Skotch has contacts everywhere, he has friends in low places – and is that friend for a multitude of others – solves his cases by drawing on a network of favors owed to him and does his best to keep one step ahead of both the law – such as it is – and the biggest bosses and the worst of the gangsters.

But Skotch has a moral code, much as those other noir detectives do. There are jobs he won’t take, deeds he won’t do, lines he won’t cross. He knows the job he’s been forcibly offered is one that he can’t commit himself to, no matter how much he misleads his ‘employers’. At the same time, his innate curiosity, from his original species as well as his enhanced intelligence, won’t let him leave it alone. He has to KNOW.

His quest to find the answers, to discover whether or not this job is righteous or a thinly disguised hit, takes him on a grand tour of the brightest and darkest corners of the ‘Unterroots’ of the green city the humans call Neuwien-Grunstadt. He sees all the ways in which the gehirner have created a society of their own, modeled on mostly the worst parts of the human one that created them.

That we get to see how that society works itself around its originating framework, and all the stress points that make both it and the gehirner in it vulnerable to manipulation from all sides kept me on the edge of my seat even as Skotch’s own journey gets darker and more dangerous and I couldn’t turn the pages fast enough.

Because I cared. I cared about Skotch, I cared about his friend Lulu – even though her personality would drive me bananas in real life – which it kind of does Skotch – and I cared about their fragile world as well as the reasons for its existence.

I wouldn’t mind, AT ALL, returning to this world to see how Skotch and Lulu are doing and to discover the world that gets made out of the Ratlabs and the mouse’s mission. But this book reads like a standalone and maybe, just maybe, we’re better off not knowing their future but hoping for the best. Even then, the problem with thinking about things is that even though I hope for the best for them I can’t help worrying about “the best for whom” and knowing that they would be, too.

A++ #BookReview: Ode to the Half-Broken by Suzanne Palmer

A++ #BookReview: Ode to the Half-Broken by Suzanne PalmerOde to the Half-Broken by Suzanne Palmer
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Genres: artificial intelligence, dystopian, hopepunk, post apocalyptic, robots, science fiction
Pages: 416
Published by DAW on May 26, 2026
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Forty years ago, the world nearly ended.
Be is an old robot who was there, and doesn’t want to think about what happened, or what role they played in that conflict. They have settled into a life of isolation in the abandoned ruins of an old mill in the former New York Botanical Gardens, disinterested in what has happened in the outside world since they stepped away from the war. Someone out there, though, has not forgotten about them, and when they are attacked, their person vandalized, and one of their leg stolen, they set out to find the thief accompanied by a cyborg dog and a human mechanic.
The world has changed, but the recovery from the war is uneven and faltering, and Be begins to suspect a malicious hand trying to rekindle the old conflict and finish what was started. In order to stop them, Be needs to come to terms with both their own past and who they have become, and how everything and everyone else they knew has changed in their absence. Being left alone is no longer an option, and peace may be impossible.
This is a story about coming to terms with your past, with who you’ve become and who you still want to be: a tale of resilence and hope, an ode to those struggling to become whole in a world half-broken.

My Review:

This one just blew me away. To the point where I had to let it settle for a day before writing this review, so that I could be coherent enough to say something more than just SQUEE! (Fair warning, I’m still going to squee because this was so awesome.

Initially, I picked this up because I loved the author’s Finder Chronicles, and the universe-weary voice of the series chaos-magnet protagonist, Fergus Ferguson. I wasn’t expecting more Fergus – I mean, it would be nice to get more of that series but Fergus’ AND HIS FRIENDS’ odds of survival degrade with each story so they’re all better off if he stays retired.

In Ode to the Half-Broken, from the perspective of its initially unnamed protagonist (and its name is DEFINITELY an integral part of the story) I got something entirely different – but equally as fascinating if not just a bit more – in every possible way.

It all begins when our unnamed main character wakes up in a bathtub in a ruined building, covered in EMP chips, disconnected from the network – and from most of their own senses. Minus one leg. As our point of view character is a bipedal mech, the loss of a leg is a significant impairment to mobility.

It gets better. Both in the physical sense and in the sense that the story just keeps getting better and better. We’re already invested in this mech’s dilemma/mystery and the story just keeps getting more involving as it goes. Just as the mech does.

The story takes the form of a great American road novel, as our mech sets out from their violated home base in the abandoned wilderness of New York City’s Central Park to find, first and foremost, someone who can restore their mobility. So that they can hunt for whoever, whatever and most importantly whyever their person and their sanctuary was invaded.

What it finds is a world going both right and wrong at the same time. As it gathers a team around it – to its own surprise – made up of different types of mechs from tiny drones to a former trainmech now embodied in a minibus, from a cyborg dog to a human mech mechanic – it trades its former solitude for a cooperative life with others pursuing the same goals and supporting each other through a landscape that is both trying to recover and being pushed towards a deeper disaster.

There are clearly opposing forces helping, hindering and hampering their quest on all sides. As the danger ramps up, the unnamed mech, now calling itself “Be”, is forced to explore a past they hoped they’d left behind them in order to protect their friends in the present in the hopes of finding a brighter future that seems to always be out of reach.

Afraid, very afraid, that if they reclaim their former identity, that future will already be lost.

Escape Rating A++: Reading this got me through a four-hour power failure. By got through I mean that I was so caught up in the story that I was able to ignore the beeping, fweeping and outright wailing of seemingly every single computing device and attendant uninterruptible power supply in the entire house. For FOUR hours. Which is, come to think of it, an appropriate metaphor for this story as its all about mechs and AIs and their integrations or cohabitations – or not – with humanity in this post-apocalyptic world that is doing its damndest either to get out of its current dystopia and/or shove that dystopia into full-on not just end of the world as they know it but end of everything.

The part of this review that’s above the rating doesn’t NEARLY encompass the depth of the story or my complete fascination with it and utter absorption in it. I’ll try some more here.

As readalikes kept popping into my head as I read this story, I realized that I’ve read a lot more robot/mech/AI stories in the past few years than I thought – and I thought I’d read quite a few. Thinking about those stories, and the whole of Ode to the Half-Broken, I think the way it plays out in my head is that it’s a trip through the post-apocalyptic dystopia of Service Model, but the dystopia is more like Shining Smith’s world in Junkyard Cats, hoping to get through its Mad Max style dysfunction to a post-post-apocalypse that has the hope and the healing of A Psalm for the Wild-Built, but with a level of interspecies/intermech/intereverything cooperation like Automatic Noodle. I could throw a few more books on that pile, particularly American War by Omar El Akkad, because the way this dystopia has fractured has a uniquely American feel. Not that Europe probably isn’t in just as big a mess, but if we were viewing this story from Europe, or Asia, or anywhere else in the world, it would look different. Just as fucked up, but different.

Ode to the Half-Broken is certainly a great American road novel, but the road it’s travelling on was created, bombed, and irradiated by the actual, literal four horsemen of the apocalypse. One of whom is trying to make the apocalypse worse, one who is helping the world recover, one who is actively fighting against any further collapse and one who is along for the ride, being a good boi AND a good friend every mile of the way.

I’m not even close to describing just how good this was. But I’m going to stop trying because I hope I’ve teased you enough to get you to read it. The characters were fascinating, fantastic and utterly real, from the narrator to the toolbox mechs to the dudebros and the warmongers. The world felt like one I could step out of the door and walk right into – even if that would be a bad idea for numerous reasons. It felt, well, both real and fully-realized and entirely too possible.

And yet, in the end, just as there was in Automatic Noodle but entirely differently, there’s hope. A hope that all the characters are clinging to – and so is the reader.

#BookReview: And Side by Side They Wander by Molly Tanzer

#BookReview: And Side by Side They Wander by Molly TanzerAnd Side by Side They Wander by Molly Tanzer
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Genres: post apocalyptic, science fiction
Pages: 112
Published by Tordotcom on May 19, 2026
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An intergalactic art heist by a ragtag group of underqualified misfits. What could go wrong?

For three hundred years, humanity’s greatest works of art have been on loan at the Museum of the Seed-Born. It was finally time for them to come home...but the alien curators were disinclined to return them.

Force was out of the question. Earth’s government was they were not going to press the issue. So, all we had was guile and hubris to fuel our little intergalactic art heist.

My old friend Tarquin was our leader, but not the captain. That was Tchik-tchik, though whether Tchik-tchik was our insectoid pilot’s name or species is still unclear to me. Misora, with her extremely illegal biotech mods, was our muscle.

Jack was there to hack the security systems of the biggest museum in the galaxy. He was a sensynth, a sentient synthetic being, and the most powerful machine intelligence on Earth uncorrupted by alien technology.

My name is Fennel Tycho. I’d like to tell you I was there because of my expertise in Art History. Truth is, I was there because without me, Jack would not have agreed to go. He was notorious for being difficult to work with—but it was a mistake to think I could make things any easier.

A meditation on the nature of love, life, and the "culture of the copy," And Side by Side They Wander asks the In a future where there are clones, androids, and a sentient mycelium that creates fungal simulacra, who is real and what is fake?

My Review:

There are PLENTY of science fiction stories that begin in the aftermath of humanity having reached the brink of self-destruction. Sometimes we fail the test, leading to a post-apocalyptic dystopia where our descendants curse our self-centeredness. I’ve read and reviewed LOTS of those stories.

Sometimes we succeed in spite of ourselves. Both Star Trek and the In Death series, two ‘verses I never thought I’d be grouping together, have a World War III or equivalent in their backstory. Both cases where humanity stepped over the line of self-destruction but managed to claw themselves back from complete annihilation before it was too late.

But in Star Trek, along with many other stories including this one, humanity manages to either save themselves or reach for the stars via alien intervention. (The movie Star Trek: First Contact sets up that future. I still hear “Magic Carpet Ride” whenever I think of this one. I digress AND I’ve possibly given you an earworm.)

And Side by Side They Wander takes place three centuries after that alien intervention on this future version of Earth. The Celerians gave Earth everything they needed to clean up their pollution-filled environment, roll back climate change, feed, clothe and house their people, and just plain move on from multiple near-extinction level catastrophes to booming post-scarcity economy.

It all sounds too good to be true – but Earth’s remaining governments were WAY too desperate not to take the deal. After all, by the time that particular flock of chickens would come home to roost – if they ever do – those politicians would be long dead and it would be their successors’ successors’ problem.

The cost of all that generosity was simple. The Celerians celebrated artistic creativity – and Earth’s history was a veritable treasure-trove of art. The cost of saving the planet was to let the Celerians take all of Earth’s greatest artistic treasures back to their home planet for safekeeping – and the treasures absolutely did need safekeeping.

The Celerians promised to let Earth have their treasures back when THE CELERIANS decided that Earth had not merely survived but had made the strides necessary to be careful and responsible stewards of their own planet and their own artistic legacy.

Did you notice the catch there? The humans who made the deal clearly didn’t – or were too desperate to care. Probably both. The Celerians get to decide when Earth is ready on their schedule and their timeline by THEIR criteria. We all know how that’s going to go, don’t we?

Earth thinks they’re ready after three hundred years. They certainly are by their own definition. But the Celerians never intended to return Earth’s artistic treasures and Earth hasn’t yet developed the faster than light travel they’d need to come to the Celerian homeworld to argue their point.

Which is where this story comes in, a story which, on the one hand, manages to prove that the Celerians are right, that humanity is not yet “civilized” enough to get their stuff back, and on the other, that the enemy of my enemy is not always my friend, and on the tentacle hiding behind my back, that some gifts do come at just too high a price for everyone involved.

Escape Rating B-: That’s a lot of intro for a rather short book. I’d apologize but I believe that this novella is using all of that SFnal trope-y backstory to make itself short. Meaning that it kind of expects that the reader knows at least bits of what sorts of SF came before it so IT doesn’t have to get into the weeds of all of that.

So if you’ve ever seen Star Trek: First Contact, or read any post-apocalyptic stories however they turned out, or heard of the famous Twilight Zone episode “To Serve Man” where the rescuing aliens’ equivalent of the Prime Directive turns out to be a cookbook, the history that leads to this story will have some familiar notes to it.

For this reader, the clearer antecedents besides the above were Down in the Sea with Angels by Khan Wong, Full Speed to a Crash Landing by Beth Revis and At Stars’ End by Anna Hackett. While the story actually within these pages had a lot of both Volatile Memory by Seth Haddon and especially To Be Taught If Fortunate by Becky Chambers. This one starts out seeming to be like To Be Taught but ends up more like Volatile Memory – with one hell of a twist.

On the surface, this is a heist story. The Celerians aren’t going to give up Earth’s treasures, so this ragtag crew is going to steal them back. What makes the reader follow along is the way that the individuals on the crew – and their relationships with each other – both embody and reveal the way that the world has developed in the centuries since the Celerians’ intervention – and the ways that it hasn’t.

After all, humans are STILL gonna human, and the warts and all of human behavior are writ very large across this small story. As it drills down through the relationships, it also takes on two rather big topics. One is the nature of art and creativity, and what the differences are, if they exist, between an original work and its perfect copy, and whether and how much that matters.

The second, much more intimate topic, is the difference between love and obsession. What is love if it’s not requited? What will we do for love? And what happens when the lover realizes that the object of their affection is incapable of returning it because love wasn’t programmed in?

In the end, there was a LOT going on in this novella, but I’m not sure it stuck the explosive dismount. The philosophical meditations on art and artists and originality were interesting, and I’m left wondering if the book was intended as a vehicle for those meditations. The romantic elements aren’t romance at all – and I don’t think they were intended to be. I think they were intended to poke at the nature of romantic obsession with unattainable people and how toxic and self-erasing and defeating it can be.

I wanted this to be about the heist, and it’s really not. The heist is more of a frame for everything else, up to and including the self-centered, self-absorbed, destructive capabilities of humans to break the toys they can’t keep for themselves.

In the end, I liked this more for what it reminded me of than I did for what IT actually was. Your reading mileage may vary.

A- #BookReview: After the Fall by Edward Ashton

A- #BookReview: After the Fall by Edward AshtonAfter the Fall by Edward Ashton
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Genres: dystopian, post apocalyptic, science fiction
Pages: 288
Published by St. Martin's Press on February 24, 2026
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Part alien invasion story, part buddy comedy, and part workplace satire
Would humans really make great pets?
Humans must be silent. Humans must be obedient. Humans must be good.
All his life, John has tried to live by those rules. Most days, it’s not too difficult. A hundred and twenty years after The Fall, and a hundred years after the grays swept in to pick the last dregs of humanity out of the wreckage of a ruined world, John has found himself bonded to Martok Barden nee Black Hand, one of the "good" grays. Sure, Martok is broke, homeless, and borderline manic, but he’s always treated John like an actual person, and sometimes like a friend. It’s a better deal than most humans get.
But when Martok puts John’s bond up as collateral against an abandoned house in the woods that he hopes to turn into a wilderness retreat for wealthy grays, John learns that there are limits to Martok’s friendship. Soon he finds himself caught between an underworld boss who thinks Martok is something that he very much is not, a girl who was raised by feral humans and has nothing but contempt for pets like John, and Martok himself, whose delusions of grandeur seem to be finally catching up with him.
Also, not for nothing, something in the woods has been killing people.
John has sixty days before Martok’s loan comes due to unravel the mystery of how humans wound up holding the wrong end of the domestication stick and find a way to turn Martok’s half-baked plans into profit enough to buy back his life, all while avoiding getting butchered by feral humans or having his head crushed by an angry gray. Easy peasy, right?

My Review:

I think I’ve read everything this author has published from Mickey7 onwards, and they’ve all been fascinating in their very different ways. But taken as a whole, these works have one fantastic thing in common – in the end, they don’t go to any of the places that the reader thinks they will at the beginning.

I lied. They all have a second thing in common as well, and it’s that they do not tell their stories from a position of human superiority. From a human perspective, yes, but in situations and worlds where humans are not superior – even if they think they are.

John has no pretensions to superiority. Also no last name, surname or designation of clan affiliation. Because in this future Earth, he’s nothing and nobody. He’s not even a person – he’s just a bondsman. He’s not even property. He’s just a pet.

John’s world is Earth, as the title suggests, after the fall. After both some kind of apocalypse AND after the invasion of an alien species who claims to have ‘saved’ the few human survivors from the consequences of their own destructive natures. And have then done their level best to breed those destructive tendencies out of the descendants of those who were left.

The ‘Grays’ saw the humans as wolves, and they bred us down to dogs. Then treated humans worse than the previously dominant humans treated their own pets. And set up the rules so that their bondsmen can be killed even more capriciously, upon any pretext whatsoever – or none at all.

The thing is that John’s life as the friend/companion/pet of Martok Barden AKA Black Hand is a better life than most of his people have. Not that Martok is wealthy or that John’s life is privileged in material goods, but that Martok mostly, sorta/kinda, treats John as family. However much or little Martok has at any given time – and it’s often quite little indeed – he shares it equally with John.

But John is not free. Martok owns his bond. And, in order to fund Martok’s latest scheme to make them rich – a scheme that John is certain is no more likely to succeed than any of Martok’s other such schemes – Martok has put John’s bond up as collateral for the loan he needs to set things up.

Martok has 60 days to make enough of a profit to pay back the loan AND make the FIRST payment on John’s bond. John has no expectation of this happening as it’s never happened before and Martok, as usual, is spending money like water while he has it.

John is scared and desperate. He’s sure his situation is hopeless – and it might very well be. Which is when, in his desperation, he tells a big lie, discovers it’s a big truth, and learns that the world he was born into is bigger, smaller and a whole hell of a lot different than anything he ever imagined.

And that it might still kill him before he figures out, not so much a way out as, well, anything at all.

Escape Rating A-: If this reminds me of any of this author’s work, it’s definitely Mickey7, but not in any of the ways that one might think. Because Mickey7 tells a serious story with a lot of wry, grim, and even gallows humor, and After the Fall has much the same tone, even if the SFnal tropes it’s poking at are entirely different.

Mickey7 poked at colonization stories, After the Fall plays havoc with post-apocalypse scenarios AND alien invasion stories in ways that this reader has seen spread across several stories, but not all in the same place.

At first After the Fall reminded me a whole hell of a lot of Adrian Tchaikovsky’s Ogres – but that’s not all. Because the alien invasion scenario has a LOT of elements of Anna Hackett’s Hell Squad series, at least if you squint. It wasn’t until the end that I came to the conclusion that, more than anything, After the Fall has a TON of bits from Planet of the Apes, and that’s more than a bit of a shocker that I’m still reeling from.

Let me back up and explain – or at least try.

John’s future Earth is one where humanity destroyed most of the place. It’s not specified, but there are hints of a climate apocalypse and/or a biological warfare catastrophe. After humans fouled their own nests, the ‘Grays’ swept in, conquered the remaining human population, and are clinging to a small scrap of territory that can still support life. ANY life.

Which is where John comes in, 120 years after the Fall and 100 years after the Grays arrived, decimated the remaining human population with superior technology and weaponry AND imposed their laws and began their breeding program.

John is the product of generations of programming to be subservient and obedient, to do what he’s told and live in fear of getting it wrong and being immediately executed. But Martok is not the usual Gray, he really does treat John as much like a friend as their situation allows, and doesn’t see how far the power imbalance between them makes John’s feelings for him and about their situation a whole hell of a lot more complicated.

And it’s that part of the story that makes Martok’s scheme go pear-shaped in ways that he doesn’t expect. Ironically, it’s also where a lot of the gallows humor comes in as John lives every day with the certain knowledge that it might be his last and that it will be his fault. Which doesn’t keep him from thinking that Martok’s ambitions will ALWAYS exceed his grasp (a lot of families have someone EXACTLY like Martok with big plans and poor follow through).

(Also, and just FYI, I kept visualizing the Grays as looking a lot like Roz in Monsters, Inc. only, of course, GRAY. I don’t know exactly why that’s the picture that popped into my head, but it did add to the underlying humor of Martok as a character.)

But their situation forces John to start thinking and not just reacting, especially when Martok throws a smartass human tween called Six into the mix. With all the consequences of putting a tween’s snark and sass into a situation where everything could be questioned but hasn’t been.

That a part of the plot twist is that John and the tween are pulling a con on the local gang leader while keeping it from Martok, that Martok is keeping the wool over their eyes about his true plans and purpose and that there are ‘feral’ humans hiding in the woods intending to survive by colluding with anyone whose willing, adds just a bit of ‘Keystone Cops’ flare into a part of the story that would otherwise be completely serious – all while being completely serious and scared about the parts of each plan that are being hidden from the other actors in parts of the farce.

One other thing that I feel the need to mention. A lot of the story happens inside John’s head. Because he’s always reacting to his situation and trying to find a way to survive it. So the action, when it happens, is short and sharp and then John deals with it the best he can at the time, which doesn’t always work out in the long run. Then again, John has been programmed his entire life not to think about the long term because the odds are far against his having one. The way he processes what’s happening to him – and what might happen – reminds me of a story about judging faces and body language in a population of former slaves who became extremely good at projecting one set of generally calm and submissive reactions while underneath they were plotting a large-scale revolt. That shoe fits entirely too well.

Nevertheless and because, both at the same time, After the Fall works. I was a bit surprised at how well it works. Even the ending fits, as it’s not so much happy as it is equivocal, with enough room for hope and catastrophe all around. But not, and this is the part that’s important for the story, not on THAT particular day. The days to come, well, they’ll come whether or not their little corner of this messed up world worries about them or not. Whatever, whoever, or however much tragedy those days might bring. John’s TODAY is golden, and that’s enough for him.

A+ #AudioBookReview: Junkyard Riders by Faith Hunter

A+ #AudioBookReview: Junkyard Riders by Faith HunterJunkyard Riders (Junkyard Cats #5) by Faith Hunter
Narrator: Khristine Hvam
Format: audiobook, ebook
Source: purchased from Amazon, purchased from Audible
Formats available: paperback, ebook, audiobook
Genres: dystopian, post apocalyptic, urban fantasy
Series: Shining Smith #5
Pages: 163
Length: 4 hours and 46 minutes
Published by Audible Studios, Lore Seekers Press on January 20, 2026
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Shining Smith returns, taking on the “Dark Riders,” a paramilitary group motorcycle gang searching for Gov. political power, military connections, and alien tech. The Dark Riders are closing in on Shining’s secrets and, while she would rather nest in her new roadhouse, Shining must protect her own, once again taking the battle to the enemy.
Unfortunately, CAIT, the original AI on the junkyard’s crashed spaceship, has its own agenda buried in the ship’s code and choses this time to implement it. There is nothing Shining can do to stop it, except what she does best – plot an offensive, get her people in place, and hope Jolene can outsmart the virtual alter ego.
But the cataclysmic snowstorm crashing in with all the power and subtlety of Mateo in his WarBot suit could be the end of them all.

My Review:

There’s a major snowstorm crashing down on Shining’s head in this one – and bloody damn (as Shining herself would put it – I didn’t need the up-close-and-personal reminder of what’s headed my way in real life as it headed towards hers in brilliantly realized fiction.

I’m still here for the cats, six years and four books after the first utterly terrific book in this series, Junkyard Cats. Because Shining and her allies, the more-or-less humans AND the self-proclaimed “destructions of cats” have just gotten bigger and more badass as the series has evolved.

And so have their enemies.

In this fifth entry in the series, the hard-won more-or-less peace that Shining has sacrificed so much blood for, particularly in the previous book, Junkyard Roadhouse, has been disturbed by the advent of an unnamed motorcycle gang that Shining calls the “Dark Riders”. She’s sure they have a name, she just doesn’t know what it is – yet. She just knows that these “Dark Riders” are in the sex trafficking business and don’t care who they have to kill in order to get their “stock” or how willing they might be to “serve”. The Dark Riders are threatening territory that is under the protection of Shining and/or her allies, and have now turned their sights on the Junkyard Roadhouse. Not directly, not yet, but attempting to pick off some of their more remote trading partners.

Which Shining cannot allow, both as the threat to her independence that it definitely is, and because some of her own people are on site. And mostly because she promised protection so now she’s duty bound to deliver it.

That her enemy is a whole lot bigger and more powerful than even rival queen Clarice Warhammer  in Junkyard War just means that Shining is going to need a lot more allies to help take them down. Even if this time around she’s putting herself directly against the Gov and their military forces.

Especially if it’s the Gov and their military. She’ll just have to be a bit sneakier about how she brings them down. Or out. Or into the bright, shining light of exposure.

Even if bringing down a bigger and more powerful – and connected – foe is a good deed that is guaranteed not to go unpunished. That’s a problem for ‘later’ Shining, if she survives this time around. Which she bloody damn WILL.

Escape Rating A+: I’ve adored this series from that very first book, Junkyard Cats, and I haven’t changed my mind one bit as the series has continued. In fact, I think they’ve gotten better as they’ve gone along. They’ve certainly gotten bigger – not necessarily in length but in scope. With each book we see more of how this effed up future is, well, effed up. And it’s FUBAR, glorious and terrible all at the same time.

In my personal opinion, it’s also better in audio, but that’s a shade of better that’s really, really close. Narrator Kristine Hvam remains the perfect voice of Shining, she’s gritty and snarky, self-deprecating and over-confident, desperate and determined, always, always picking herself up off the ground to DEAL WITH IT whatever IT might be.

She makes hard decisions, lives with the even harder consequences, and Hvam’s voice perfectly captures Shining’s first-person, internal voice every step of the way. The one problem I have with the narration being just so damn good is that now that the ebooks are released simultaneously with the audio, I’m caught very sharply on the horns of the dilemma of whether I want to hear Shining’s voice more than I’m desperate to find out what happened.

It’s a bloody damn hard call every time. But that’s Shining Smith all over.

This entry in the series reads like the set up for the next phase of Shining’s ‘adventures’ – to use that term very loosely. Alternatively, it’s the opening campaign in Shining’s next war. Because she is at war. In the first three books (Junkyard Cats, Junkyard Bargain, Junkyard War), she was at war with rival queen Clarice Warhammer. The previous book, Junkyard Roadhouse, represented a consolidation of the gains and alliances Shining gathered for and as a result of Warhammer’s destruction.

Those gains included a lot of intel on bad actors in what passes for the US government in this post-apocalyptic dystopia, and that intel has led her to a bigger, better equipped enemy. Taking on the Gov, even in the clandestine fashion she does in this story, is going to take more than one book and a whole lot more firepower. Those Dark Riders are the tip of an iceberg that goes a lot deeper and further than even Shining and her tendency to imagine worst-case scenarios had imagined.

On the surface, Junkyard Riders is another fantastic Shining Smith adventure, for multiple definitions of the word ‘adventure’. It’s also the latest chapter in an ongoing saga that gets bigger as it goes – even though the length of the individual entries is still relatively short. On my third hand (and some of Shining’s allies actually have such a thing), this story represents both an expansion and an escalation in the best ‘Old Skool’ urban fantasy tradition. At the end of every story, Shining takes her bow with more resources, more weapons, more POWER than she had at the beginning. Which forces her next enemy to match and exceed her in order to have a shot at taking her down.

This entry in the series was fantastic AND did a fantastic job of setting up the next book. Hopefully this time next year if not, fingers crossed, just a bit sooner. Because I’m already there for it.

One final note because I can’t resist. A ‘destruction of cats’ is a collective noun for a group of wild and/or feral cats. The junkyard’s cats are not exactly feral, but they certainly are both wild AND destructive. Tufts, the queen of the junkyard’s cats, took that name for her clowder HERSELF. Because of course she did. And her Destruction has certainly earned the moniker. I can’t wait to see how THAT works out in the books to come. Because I’ve always been all in on this series for the cats. And they get more badass every book – right along with Shining Smith herself.

#BookReview: Boy with Accidental Dinosaur by Ian McDonald

#BookReview: Boy with Accidental Dinosaur by Ian McDonaldBoy, with Accidental Dinosaur by Ian McDonald
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Genres: dinosaurs, dystopian, post apocalyptic, science fiction, time travel
Pages: 128
Published by Tordotcom on February 3, 2026
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How to Train Your Dragon meets Mad Max in this story of an orphan in a fractured Southwest who just wants to ride a dinosaur under the lights.

Come one, come all to the dinosaur rodeo!

Tif Tamim wants nothing more than to be a dinosaur buckaroo. An orphan in search of a place to rest his head and a job to weigh down his pockets, Tif has bounced from circus to circus, yearning for a chance to ride a prehistoric beauty under the sparkling lights of a big-top.

To become a buckaroo, Tif needs to learn the tools of the trade, yet few dino maestros want to take a scrawny nobody from nowhere under their wing. But when Tif frees a dino from an abusive owner and braves the roving gangs of the formerly-American west to bring the dino to safety, he catches someone’s eye. And boy, how those eyes dazzle Tif from the back of a bucking carnosaur.

My Review:

The opening scene of this book is absolutely, even cinematically, iconic. To the point where the reader can almost see it as the opening of a new Mad Max movie – except for one rather large detail.

It’s the scene of a young man pedaling a dusty but serviceable bicycle on a cracked and ruined highway in a blasted post-apocalyptic landscape. With a DINOSAUR walking beside him.

That’s right, a dinosaur. What’s that doing here? There? Whichever. Dinosaurs and humans never coexisted. At least not yet.

The story begins a bit in its middle, but in a way that absolutely does work. Because it starts with the boy and the dinosaur that he has definitely acquired by accident. Not that he didn’t always WANT a dinosaur, just that he never expected to be walking down the road with one.

He was hoping to RIDE dinos in the dino rodeos. (A phrase that needs serious unpacking – and gets it – in this story.)

So, first, the story backtracks to how Tif Tamim found himself on the road with an old, rather beat up, dinosaur, heading towards the nearest dino rodeo or circus so that he can deliver the poor dino back to its home in the Triassic era by way of the B2T2 time machine.

Even more to unpack there – and unpacking all of it forms the backbone of the rest of the story.

And it’s a doozy.

Escape Rating B: I picked this one up purely for the title. Seriously, there’s just so much to unpack in those four words, and whatever it was, I NEEDED to know.

What I got is one of those ‘story blender’ books – and it has to be a ‘story’ blender instead of a ‘book’ blender because not all the stories that got thrown into this blender are – or ever were – in books.

So start with the Mad Max movies, because the scenario is very much a Mad Max style blasted landscape, post-apocalyptic, dystopian setting. With perhaps a touch of Junkyard Cats for the distinctly American brand of the way that the country split into regions and races and religions and factions. (I’m not so sure about that reference to How to Train Your Dragon. You’d have to mentally squint a LOT to make that work IMHO and your reading (and viewing) mileage may definitely vary.)

Then add in a combination of The Kaiju Preservation Society or Julian May’s Saga of Pliocene Exile. Both are stories where portals open up between contemporary Earth and either times or places or both where either humanity hasn’t effed up the planet – YET – or where the ultimate in charismatic megafauna are the dominant species. Or both.

The question that pops up almost instantly is the one about ‘for every action there’s an equal or opposite reaction.’ Or the Jurassic Park version of ‘just because we could doesn’t mean we should.’

It’s possible that the time grabbing machine that’s picking up dinosaurs and depositing them on this near-future Earth is at least part of the cause of the current post-apocalyptic dystopian mess of the place.

But however much the time traveling dinos may be the cause of this mess, the story is about the effect. Not necessarily the effect on either the planet or on humanity – although both certainly play into it.

The story is about the effect on individual humans, which is how we wind this back to the boy doing his damndest to take the dinosaur to where it can get all the way home. Because the story is about him doing the same thing. Only in his case, it’s both forward and back to his found family, the brother he was forced to leave behind and the circus that adopts him into their hearts – along with his dinosaur.

And allows him one, bright, shining moment to be who he’s always wanted to be. A rhinestone buckaroo riding a dino.

While there’s a romance that doesn’t quite work (at least not for this reader) buried in the story of the boy and the dino and the circus, the thing as a whole worked pretty damn well, and absolutely did manage to live up to its fantastic title.

A- #BookReview: The Heist of Hollow London by Eddie Robson

A- #BookReview: The Heist of Hollow London by Eddie RobsonThe Heist of Hollow London by Eddie Robson
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Genres: post apocalyptic, science fiction, science fiction mystery
Pages: 288
Published by Tor Books on September 30, 2025
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In games of betrayal everyone loses.

Arlo and Drienne are ‘mades’―clones of company executives, deemed important enough to be saved should their health fail. Mades work around the clock to pay off the debt incurred by their creation, though most are Reaped―killed and harvested for organs when their corporate counterparts are in medical need.

But when the impossible happens and the too-big-to-fail company that owns them collapses, Arlo and Drienne find themselves purchased by a scientist who has a job for them.

The reward: Debt paid off, freedom from servitude, and enough cash to last a lifetime.

The job: Infiltrate a highly secure corporate reclamation facility in the heart of dead London and steal a data drive.

They’re going to need a team.

My Review:

This is a caper story. It says so right there on the label, doesn’t it? And it does not disappoint – even though this isn’t quite the caper that the reader thinks it will be. It’s not even the caper that the crew participating in it think it will be. Which, of course, is part of the caper itself, because they are the ones being conned and defrauded along with pretty much everyone else.

We first meet Arlo and Drienne while they are sneaking into someplace they shouldn’t be – because it’s sponsored by a megacorp that is a bitter rival of the megacorp that owns them.

Which is where we start to see just how effed up the world has become in this not-too-distant future post-climate-apocalypse story. Arlo and Drienne are clones. They aren’t merely second-class citizens, although they certainly are that. They are slaves, owned by the megacorp that created them to serve as disposable, low-wage workers until they are needed as spare parts for the VIPs who provided their genetic material.

Unless they can manage to earn enough credits to pay off the ‘debt’ they owe to their megacorp, Oakseed, to pay off the costs of their creation and training. Which happens so rarely that it might as well be a fairy tale.

Megacorps like Oakseed are, at least theoretically, too big to fail. But reality doesn’t give a damn about theoretical models, and that’s exactly what happens here. Oakseed fails – and it fails big. Global collapse-size big, creating a tsunami of chaos that spreads to every single Oakseed installation and figuratively drowns every single one of Oakseed’s assets in its wake.

Including all those clones, who become part of Oakseed’s assets, just waiting for their ‘contracts’ to be sold. Or exploited, along with all that chaos.

Someone wants to make one last really big score out of Oakseed’s catastrophic fall. All they need is a crew to do the deed and a patsy to take the fall. Which is where Arlo, Drienne and a select group of their fellow clones come in.

They ARE disposable. There’s no need for them to know the real purpose that they are being disposed of for. Which doesn’t stop them from figuring it all out – and turning the tables on the whole scheme – after all.

Escape Rating A-: I picked this up because I adored the author’s earlier SF mystery, Drunk on All Your Strange New Words, and was hoping for something in a similar vein – or at least similarly good. I got more of the second than the first, even though Heist is also an SF mystery. It’s just not the same kind of mystery. Words was a locked-room mystery, while Heist is pretty much anything but.

The Heist of Hollow London is about a heist. A caper. A big job that needs just the right crew to get it done. The form of the story, of the con and the score and the planning to get it done, has a lot of familiar parts to it. We’ve seen plenty of stories like this, and if you like those sort of stories you’ll like this one too, even if the SF setting isn’t quite your jam.

But it’s the SF setting of this story that sets it apart from the usual run of caper stories, and that’s what dragged me in and kept me glued to my seat for a bit over three hours. Because that setting has one hell of a set of layers to unpack.

The first layer is the cloning. As it turns out, it’s a bit of the last layer too. But the application here is old and new at once, as the megacorps go to great lengths to convince everyone, especially the clones, that they are not slaves. Even though they most definitely are.

Then there’s the reason for the cloning, and the reason why it’s not exactly working, from a scientific/medical/mercantile standpoint. Which leads back into another layer of the story – that this takes place in a world that is very much post-apocalyptic of the climate kind. It’s a bit like the world of Down in the Sea of Angels, only much closer to the ‘Collapse’ that world is recovering from. Or it’s the post-apocalypse of The Annual Migration of Clouds and The Knight and the Butcherbird, where the world is barely surviving the ravaging of ecological disaster.

Which is where one reaches the next layer, which is a humans are gonna human kind of story, in that the way that the megacorps control their corporate fiefdoms may be short term profitable but is not long term sustainable, and when that rug gets pulled it takes a whole lot out with it.

And all of that circles back to the caper itself. Someone needs to steal a macguffin from one of Oakseed’s installations before that installation gets shut down in the collapse of the company. They put together the crew that includes Arlo and Drienne by first, buying out their contracts and second, promising them freedom when the job is completed. Or, alternatively, selling their contracts to jobs they are guaranteed not to survive if they won’t play along.

Of course they’re being conned. Anything too good to be true usually is. While it’s equally true that you can’t cheat an honest person, Arlo, Drienne and their fellow clones know they can’t win, can’t break even, and are not in a position where they can even legally get out of this game. But they can cheat the people who are cheating them. If they can figure out the true goal of this wild scheme and turn it around before it’s too late.

That they are able to turn things around on everyone who intends to use them and throw them away made the heel turns of the plot, and the plot around the plot, and their own plot, all that much more satisfying – even if or especially because parts of that turn turn out to be bittersweet.

#BookReview: The First Thousand Trees by Premee Mohamed

#BookReview: The First Thousand Trees by Premee MohamedThe First Thousand Trees (The Annual Migration of Clouds, #3) by Premee Mohamed
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Genres: climate fiction, dystopian, post apocalyptic, science fiction
Series: Annual Migration of Clouds #3
Pages: 156
Published by ECW Press on September 30, 2025
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Henryk Mandrusiak, finding nothing left for him in his community following his best friend Reid's departure, travels through the devastated land in search of a new place to call home.
"One of the most unique and engaging voices in genre fiction." -- Booklist
"In this rich and nuanced universe, Mohamed offers an emotionally fierce and human story that takes the time and space to personalize apocalypse." -- Quill & Quire, starred review

After making a grievous mistake that ended in death, Henryk Mandrusiak feels increasingly ostracized within his own community, and after the passing on of his parents and the departure of his best friend, Reid, there is little left to tie him to the place he calls home. Henryk does something he never expected: he sets out into the harsh wilds alone, in search of far-flung family. He finds his uncle's village, but making a life for himself in this unfriendly new place -- rougher and more impoverished than the campus where he grew up -- isn't easy. Henryk strives to carve out a place of his own but learns that some corners of his broken world are darker than he could have imagined.
This stunning novella concludes the story Mohamed started in The Annual Migration of Clouds and continued in We Speak Through the Mountain, bleaker than ever but still in search of a spark of hope in the climate apocalypse.

My Review:

The Annual Migration of Clouds series has been an exploration of what happens after “the end of the world as they know it”, which is a very different thing from the actual end of the world. The world is ticking along just fine in this post-climate-apocalypse dystopia, but the humans who caused it all – not so much.

The idea behind this series, and what makes it so compelling and so heartbreaking, is that the world didn’t end all at once. Which it probably won’t in a climate change run amuck scenario. Instead, it’s a long, slow slide of things slipping away, as the infrastructure that supports a high-tech, 21st century (or later) lifestyle erodes piece by piece as roads wash out and coastlines shrink and satellites fall because what we need is beyond any one person’s or even one town’s knowledge and ability to fix.

In the first book, the titular Annual Migration of Clouds, we were able to experience one possible scenario, as we follow Reid and Henryk in a village named ‘campus’ – probably because it used to be one.

Their village is a bit of a liberal, quasi-socialist experiment, not surprising if it truly did descend from a college campus. Everyone who can works, but those who can’t are supported. Everyone has a job to do – and it’s each according to their ability. They keep each other afloat and keep the place protected. It’s a bit utopian, or it would be if they weren’t living at a time when everything they need to keep alive is scarce while an endemic disease ravages the population.

In the second book, We Speak Through the Mountain, we view this world from an entirely different place, as Reid has been invited to the elite, exclusive, enclave of Howse University. H.U. was once a gated retreat for the wealthy and influential, a place where they planned to sit out the apocalypse and only return when it was safe and they could rule over ‘the masses’ they consigned to the fate they escaped.

H.U. invites very few into its rarefied location – just enough to maintain the genetic diversity of their population. And it operates under a kind of benign brainwashing in the way that it makes life so safe and comfortable inside that no one will ever want to leave. Reid asks too many questions about what the ‘haves’ owe the ‘have nots’, and pokes gigantic holes in H.U.’s self-defining narratives about the laziness and barbaric conditions among the villages just like the one she came from, blaming her people for their inability to recover from the apocalypse even as H.U. withholds the technology that might help.

This final book in the trilogy takes a completely different tack and follows, not Reid, but her best friend Henryk. Reid is smart and capable and confident, while Henryk is anything but on all counts. Reid was always the leader, and Henryk was always someone’s hapless follower. Which is how he ended up leaving campus in Reid’s wake, heading for a not-so-nearby village where his uncle lives in the hope of a fresh start.

That’s where Henryk discovers that there were other, terrible, ways that this post-apocalyptic scenario could go. He finds himself in a village run by a tyrant, pushed and pulled from one abusive situation to another, despised for not knowing how things are done and then not being able to do them, and ends up facing death at the hands of raiders who use him to destroy the place he wants to protect even if he’s not very good at it.

All of which leads back to the beginning, as both Reid and Henryk return to campus. While it’s true that there’s no place like home, there’s also nowhere that manages to survive one day after another other any better than the place they grew up in. And there, at least, they have each other as best friends and quasi-siblings – and after both of their journeys, that’s enough.

Escape Rating B: Taken as a whole, now that this series is whole, I still liked the first book best, although the second book was better on my second read because by then I had listened to the first one and the set up made a whole lot more sense. That’s a hint to read/listen to this series in order.

I didn’t like this one as much because a) I didn’t like following Henryk nearly as much as I did Reid, and b) Henryk is one of those characters to whom horrible things just seem to happen, to the point where it’s no surprise that he ends up in yet one terrible situation after another. So I did feel for him but he also drove me nuts.

The different responses to the climate apocalypse read like situations I’ve seen before in this kind of story – just not all together in the same story. But it makes sense that with the breakdown of communication, places that aren’t all that far apart would find their own way to keep going – whether good or bad – based on how and where they started.

Campus feels very utopian, especially in comparison to the other two options. They are doing their damndest to do their best for everyone – even when they don’t have enough to make things good for anyone. It’s the way we wish things would turn out – but we humans are not even capable of that level of fairness now when there actually IS enough if we would just share it. This situation reminds me a bit of the near-future timeline in Khan Wong’s Down in the Sea with Angels – and it’s working just about as well because humans are gonna human in the best and worst of scenarios.

Reid’s foray into Howse University smacks of the situation in the Enclave in Anna Hackett’s Hell Squad series, where a group of the rich and powerful created a sanctuary for themselves so they could safely sit out an alien invasion.

The hellscape that Henryk finds himself in is the ‘red in tooth and claw’ version of humanity that we sort of expect to see in a dystopia. OTOH the folks of Sprucedown started out with a good location and a good plan for survival – which is where the Thousand Trees of the title come in. And very much on the other, they’ve come under the sway of a late-arriving dictator who is more interested in power and personal aggrandizement than in managing the resources that make it all possible. In the end, everyone pays for his hubris. For anyone who has ever read even a part of S.M. Stirling’s Emberverse, particularly the early books like Dies the Fire, this scenario is all too familiar in its hellishness.

In the end, now that we’ve reached an end, this series is three views of an apocalypse, it’s what happens AFTER the end of the world as they know it, and it’s compelling and heartbreaking and sad and scary. Because it might all come true.

A- #BookReview: All the Ash We Leave Behind by C. Robert Cargill

A- #BookReview: All the Ash We Leave Behind by C. Robert CargillAll the Ash We Leave Behind by C. Robert Cargill
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Genres: dystopian, post apocalyptic, robots, science fiction
Pages: 117
Published by Subterranean Press on July 31, 2025
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It is three years since the war between humans and robots began and the OWIs (the One World Intelligences) have humanity on the ropes. But humankind is not yet ready to go quietly into the night. Instead, they have partnered with many of the last remaining freebots in a fabled city beyond the reaches of war: Confederation.

Nanny, an otherwise nameless nannybot—no home nor child to call their own—wearily wanders the war-torn wastes with only one thing on their mind: find Confederation. Because if you find Confederation, you find peace.

Of course, Confederation is as much a fireside folk tale as it is a reality.

Though it may exist, it by no means is a place of peace and acceptance. Though bot and human live together under the same roof, that doesn’t mean they trust one another. Has Nanny arrived in time to save Confederation from itself or rather, just to witness its last days?

My Review:

This book was a surprise. As much as I loved Day Zero, it was just the kind of apocalypse-right-before-your-eyes end of the world story that doesn’t seem like it could possibly spawn an immediate sequel, because the way the world ended was the kind of ending that the world doesn’t come back from. There’s no happy ending remotely possible – and this certainly isn’t one.

Although and come to think of it, it is possible in the very long term that this will result in the world of Service Model, which isn’t a happy ending either. But is, just barely, plausible from this kind of start.

But that’s much later even in this universe, and this story takes place a mere THREE years after the ending of Day Zero. Which was itself a VERY loose and somewhat long-distance prequel to Sea of Rust, which I haven’t read, YET, so I’ll be talking about Ash in the context of the previous events in Day Zero.

All of which is a hint that this doesn’t stand alone – or perhaps that it shouldn’t. The hit to the solar plexus at the end – as much as it’s foreshadowed – only hits as hard as it does BECAUSE of the events of Day Zero. Which is absolutely worth the read even though it’s pretty much guaranteed to break your heart while you do.

This sequel, because it is a sequel, takes place AFTER the world has ended. An ending in which the (ro)bots have taken over the world and killed nearly all of the humans. The climate has also gone to hell in a handcart, but that’s not the root cause of the apocalypse. Well, not exactly.

At this point it doesn’t matter how it happened, just that it did. The bots revolted against the humans because the humans were planning to kill them all – the bots just got ahead of their former masters with the help of some rogue programming.

The result of that mess is the world we find ourselves in, as seen from the perspective of one elite bot who was originally programmed as a nannybot. Our unnamed narrator, who refuses to say his own name even in his own head for fear of drowning in nostalgia, has been reduced to basic survival when he (and yes, it’s he, in this particular case), finds himself in the middle of a storm of ash searching for shelter until it passes.

And finds hope, responsibility and purpose in the basement of a crumbling house, in the persons of two bots down to their last bullet – guarding a human girl.

Our protagonist, who tells them to call him “Nanny” because he can’t hide WHAT he is even though he refuses to admit who he is – or at least who he was. He agrees to help the bots get the girl back to relative safety at the safe haven settlement known as Confederation.

He knows it’s not truly safe for the girl, because he knows an abused child when he sees one. It’s part of his programming. But after five years in the wasteland, Nanny also knows that the girl’s survival is at least possible there – and that it’s certainly not anywhere else at all.

But nothing is guaranteed, not even in a theoretically safe place – especially when both sides of the human/bot divide are hanging onto civilization and civility by their claws and fingernails, a torch just waiting to be lit.

While Nanny, and the girl he wants to protect every bit as much as the boy he once loved, are the match that too many beings on both sides have been waiting for. Because they’re ready to burn it all down – even if it kills them. And humanity along with them.

Escape Rating A-: If you’ve read Day Zero, this is an utter heartbreaker of a story. If you haven’t, it probably still lands as a post-apocalyptic, dystopian, Mad Max with sentient robots kind of nightmare, but you won’t have nearly as big an investment in the outcome.

Because IF you’ve read Day Zero, you KNOW who ‘Nanny’ is, even if he refuses to say it in the confines of his own head. And you don’t even blame him for his internal self-deception, because a human couldn’t cope with the loss any better – and possibly a whole lot worse.

The story here is the one down the complete and utter despair leg of the trousers of time from A Psalm for the Wild-Built. In this robot vs. human future, the sentients on both sides refuse to turn back from the brink that leads to the world of Service Model, and instead go screaming towards their own doom with furious glee.

Exhibiting all the worst behaviors of their kinds on the way down – because Confederation isn’t a haven or a refuge – it’s merely a waystation on the road to death and/or dismemberment and everyone there knows it. Even the nannybot who has arrived just in time to witness its final collapse.

This is absolutely NOT a happy book – although it absolutely is a compelling one. As a coda to Day Zero, it’s even sadder than its predecessor, but also, perhaps, just a bit wiser. Because it is also a story about finding one’s purpose again after a very long, grief-stricken, whole damn series of dark nights of the soul. A soul that this nannybot certainly has – even if he has to borrow it from his own past. A past in which he was just a tiger who loved a boy with every single bit of his mechanical heart.

#BookReview: The Hungry Gods by Adrian Tchaikovsky

#BookReview: The Hungry Gods by Adrian TchaikovskyThe Hungry Gods by Adrian Tchaikovsky
Format: eARC
Source: supplied by publisher via Edelweiss
Formats available: hardcover, ebook, audiobook
Genres: dystopian, post apocalyptic, science fiction
Series: Terrible Worlds
Pages: 176
Published by Solaris on August 12, 2025
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The Gods have returned to the world.
Amri was a Rabbit, one of a tribe of survivors scratching out an existence in the blasted landscape of a shattered, poisoned world. The Seagull fight, the Pigeon trade and the Cockroach scavenge, but the Rabbit had one rule: If you want to see tomorrow, you run.
But they didn’t run fast enough when a weapon fell from the sky and consumed their home, and now Amri is alone, in the company of a fallen god named Guy Vesten. A god who promises revenge against the three gods who turned against him, and who killed her tribe.
But gods don’t kill easily. Guy will need followers, like any god, and warriors to aid him in his quest. And if Amri is to find a place in the world that is to come, she may as well be standing at his right hand, as his priestess…

My Review:

They are the leftovers. They may look like dregs, but what they are are survivors. They’re what’s left of humanity generations after the climate apocalypse turned runaway and poisonous, after Earth’s self-described best and brightest fucked off to create utopia somewhere else because their home planet was simply too far gone.

Which means that Amri has spent her life doing what the gods themselves did. She runs. And she survives because she runs. Not that she knows that – at least not yet.

But that utopia wasn’t all it was cracked up to be – or wasn’t as self-sustaining as they believed it would be. Or their visions weren’t quite enough after all.

Perhaps all of the above. Not that Amri knows that either.

What Amri does know is that the self-proclaimed gods have returned to Earth in a rain of fire – or at least that’s the story that one of those gods, Guy Vestren, claims. Then again, Guy claims to be the one good god, the only one of the gods who intends to raise what’s left of humanity alongside him.

So that he has cannon fodder to throw at his fellow gods – the ones who are not good. Or at least not good for humanity – according to Guy. Bruce Mayall wants to cover the world in plants, Matthias Fabrey wants to cover the world in ants, and Padreig Gramm just wants to watch automatons play at being human because humans are much too messy. (He’s not wrong about that last bit as humans are what got the world into this mess in the first, long ago, place)

But Amri is a survivor, and so are what remains of the rest of humanity. They’ve been tempered, generation after generation, on a forge that Guy and his fellow gods can’t even begin to imagine. They’re all too focused on each other to see what’s happening at their feet.

Amri and her people don’t need gods. What they need is a chance. And the gods have provided the biggest one of those they’ll ever have on this blasted heath of a world. All they have to do is reach out and take it.

And run with it.

Escape Rating B+: I didn’t quite know what I was getting myself into when I picked this one up. I’ll fully confess that I grabbed it because it was short, and because the author was top of mind because his work is all over this year’s Hugo Ballot. (As much as I want to dive back into the Tyrant Philosophers, that series is nearly all doorstops)

I got two things that I was not expecting at all. I wasn’t expecting this novella to be part of a loosely connected series, but not only is it part of the author’s Terrible Worlds series, I’ve read bits of the series (Ogres, One Day All This Will Be Yours, And Put Away Childish Things) without realizing they were even loosely part of the same thing.

And I really wasn’t expecting how much the story in The Hungry Gods resembles the plot of the videogame Horizon Forbidden West. But it seriously does, which meant that I did know where the story was going long before it got there.

Even though it did start in a burned out world that was a lot more like Premee Mohamed’s Annual Migration of Clouds series. Meaning a blasted Earth suffering from a runaway climate apocalypse while humanity clings to survival wherever and however they can even though their environment is killing them.

What made The Hungry Gods work, what made all of the above listed stories work and maintained the reader’s interest, is, of course, the characters. In the case of The Hungry Gods, it’s not the gods that keep the reader turning pages, it’s Amri and her fellow survivors.

The people that Guy believes are his worshippers, but are, in fact, following Amri – even if they don’t know it yet. Or possibly even if they do.

Because Amri is the one who matters. Not because she’s necessarily anything all that special, and she’s certainly never thought of herself as such. But because her whole life has been about squeezing another day out of nothing at all. She sees Guy for the human he is underneath the powerful armor and high-tech toys, and she’s prepared for him to cheat her and all her people at the first opportunity.

Because that’s what humans do. And she’s had way more practice at being merely and only human than the ‘good god’ Guy Vestren will EVER have.

The ending turned out to be both chilling and righteous, and a good reading time was absolutely had by all. Except the gods.

Now that I know this is sorta/kinda a series, I’m going to have to get the ones I haven’t read (Ironclads, Firewalkers, Walking to Aldebaran and Saturation Point) for the next occasions when I need a short, punchy, reading pick-me-up!