Posted on: 07/26/26 05:14PM
I'm into the
Viriconium series lately, some semi-obscure sci-fi fantasy. Finished the first book
The Pastel City not long ago and am chewing thru
A Storm of Wings, the sequel which took a decade to come out.
Perfect thing for me after I finished the LotR trilogy last year, though the first book in particular reminded me of a much grittier and gorier
Star Wars which it predates by about six years. It also has energy blades, robots, and a royal who's also a cute brunette working with the main male group, but the vibes are cooler in general.
Unconcerned by such questions, Canna Moidart’s black mechanical butchers moved implacably toward the first engagement in the War of the Two Queens: a war that was later to be seen as the mere opening battle of a wholly different—and greatly more tragic—conflict.
Their impact on Waterbeck’s army was brutal. Already disorganised and disconcerted by the airboat raid, scattered, separated from their commanding officers, the Viriconese milled about their ruined encampment in a desperate and feeble attempt to form some sort of defensive position. Faced by a human antagonist, they might have held their shaky line. Certainly, there burned in all of them a hatred of the Northmen which might in other circumstances have overcome their tactical weakness and stiffened their resistance.
But the chemosit slaughtered their self-possession. They sobbed and died. They were hastily conscripted, half-trained. Powered blades cut their swords like cheese. Their armour failed to armour them. They discovered that they did not belong there.