So, This Happened
Needless to say, I am very excited, and I will stand quietly in the shadow of Neil Gaiman, trying not to disturb him while unobtrusively breathing this rarefied air.
Thanks all to those who bought Empire’s End and have said nice things about it.
The book also landed at #26 on the USA Today list, and #1 on Audible.
Aftermath debuted at #4 on the NYT when it debuted.
Life Debt debuted at #9.
And now, Holy Huttslime, Empire’s End at #3.
I will gladly take that, thank you.
And for some other news:
Tor.com reviewed Thunderbird — and basically gave one of the greatest opening paragraphs to a review of one of my books ever, ever, ever:
“You don’t know it yet, but you’re about to fall in love with a woman named Miriam Black. It won’t be an easy relationship, no siree. She’s going to enchant you with her psychic abilities, splinter you with her vicious tongue, lure you in with her firecracker attitude, and frighten you with cruel circumstances. Sometimes you’ll need a break from her all-consuming intensity and sometimes you’ll be so obsessed you won’t be able to let her go. The longer you stick with her, the more her icy heart will melt until she drowns you. And you’ll love every. fucking. moment.”
(Also amazing, the concluding paragraph:)
“For me, reading one of Wendig’s books, especially the Miriam Black series, is an act of complete absorption and total abandon. Your whole world narrows down to Miriam and trying to figure out how she’s going to get out of her latest death-defying scrape. Little else matters. While the book was in my greedy hands I didn’t eat, I didn’t sleep, I didn’t even more from the damn couch. I needed to know what happened to Miriam Black as badly as she needed a nicotine fix. Do yourself a favor and buy the whole series. And if Saga hasn’t formally picked up books 5 and 6 yet, OMGYOUREKILLINGMEDOITALREADYINEEDTHEM!”
(Saga has totally picked up the 5th and 6th books, btw.)
You will also find me over at Scalzi’s Secret Internet Hut, where I talk about Thunderbird — in particular, about when your book becomes eerily prescient in ways you did not expect, and what it means to find optimism in such troubling revelation.
More as I have it.