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Under The Empyrean Sky: Out Now!

Fear the Corn. And everything that floats above it.

Under the Empyrean Sky is now out. Purchase the book at:

Amazon / B&N / Indiebound / Add on Goodreads

If you like this site and want to buy me tacos keep my son in diapers, please tell folks!

The Official Description

Corn is king in the Heartland, and Cael McAvoy has had enough of it. It’s the only crop the Empyrean government allows the people of the Heartland to grow — and the genetically modified strain is so aggressive that it takes everything the Heartlanders have just to control it. As captain of the Big Sky Scavengers, Cael and his crew sail their rickety ship over the corn day after day, scavenging for valuables, trying to earn much-needed ace notes for their families. But Cael’s tired of surviving life on the ground while the Empyrean elite drift by above in their extravagant sky flotillas. He’s sick of the mayor’s son besting Cael’s crew in the scavenging game. And he’s worried about losing Gwennie — his first mate and the love of his life — forever when their government-chosen spouses are revealed. But most of all, Cael is angry — angry that their lot in life will never get better and that his father doesn’t seem upset about any of it. Cael’s ready to make his own luck . . . even if it means bringing down the wrath of the Empyrean elite and changing life in the Heartland forever.

What People Are Saying

Kirkus:

“A chilling post-apocalyptic adventure set on an Earth devastated by poor agricultural practices. For teenager Cael, a good day might be killing a shuck rat for dinner and sailing a land-boat above ultra-engineered cornfields to scavenge parts from a wrecked motorvator. A bad day is watching the girl you love become Obligated to your archrival. Welcome to the Empyrean world, where the haves hover above ruined Earth in luxurious flotillas and the have-nots toil below in the Heartland, told whom to marry and what to grow—those “endless…everything” fields of corn that threaten to swallow towns and must be beaten back with “Queeny’s Quietdown,” an ominous herbicide. It’s all just “[l]ife in the Heartland,” resigned citizens say of violent “piss-blizzard” pollen storms, stillborn babies and the tumors that grow like strange fruit on their bodies. When Cael and his friends discover a trail of precious, prohibited vegetables growing deep in the corn, they stumble on a secret that may save them—or get them killed. Wendig offers vivid glimpses of authentic teen emotion and snappy, profanity-laced dialogue set in a grim-yet-plausible wrecked world. With last pages that offer more late-breaking revelation than resolution, this story’s dangling threads will no doubt entice readers to reach for the next book in the Heartland Trilogy. A thoroughly imagined environmental nightmare with taut pacing and compelling characters that will leave readers eager for more.”

Booklist:

“The first book in Wendig’s Heartland trilogy sets the stage. Flotillas, peopled by the wealthy Empyreans, float above the Heartland, allowing the lowly Heartlanders to grow only Hiram’s Golden Prolific corn. This monstrous crop has taken over everything, leaving deformed, malnourished farmers and their families to survive on the government’s stingy handouts. [Teenager] Cael and his longtime enemy Boyland and their crews are constantly pitted against one another, striving to earn the title of best scavengers. When Cael discovers an amazing row of real garden fruits and vegetables, he unearths not only a possible death sentence for him and his friends but also torture for his family and other Heartlander citizens. It’s a tense dystopian tale made more strange and terrifying by its present-day implications. The Heartland teens understand that they are pawns in the hands of the powerful, fed an insidious combination of hope and coercion to keep them all under Empyrean control. Escape only brings retribution to their families and friends. Cael has two more books to conquer this perversity, and it will be interesting to see how he does it.”

Libba Bray, Author of The Diviners and Going Bovine:

“Wendig brilliantly tackles the big stuff—class, economics, identity, love, and social change—in a fast-paced tale that never once loses its grip on pure storytelling excitement. Well-played, Wendig. Well-played.”

John Hornor Jacobs, Author of The Twelve-Fingered Boy and Southern Gods:

Under the Empyrean Sky is like a super-charged, genetically modified hybrid of The Grapes of Wrath and Star Wars. Wendig delivers a thrilling, fast-paced adventure set in a future agri-dystopia. Fascinating world building, engaging and deep characters, smooth, electric prose.”

Tom Pollock, Author of The City’s Son and The Glass Republic:

“A lunatic, gene-spliced, biofueled thriller. Wendig’s story flies faster and slicker than his teen crews’ hover racers. Fear the corn.”

Joelle Charbonneau, Author of The Testing:

Under the Empyrean Sky is an imaginative, page-turning adventure that will delight science fiction fans and have them impatiently waiting for the next installment.”

Why I Think You Might Like It

Because it contains hopefully awesome things like: hobos, plant-human hybrids, hover-boats, secret gardens, food politics, naughty little jabs at Monsanto, literally bloodthirsty corn, fake profanity (“Lord and Lady!” “Jeezum Crow!” “King Hell!”), real profanity (“piss-blizzards!” “shit-biscuits!”), robotic farm equipment, class warfare, slingshots, forced marriages, drunken mayors, broken hearts, love quadrangles, all packed in the sunniest agricultural dustbowl dystopia you ever did see.

Because the second in the series, Blightborn, is twice as big and twice as crazy.

Because you’re curious just how I might handle a YA book and audience.

Because it’s cornpunk, and you wanna know what that means.

Because dang, that’s a pretty cover.

What Other Reviewers Have Said:

52 Reviews says: “delivers on all levels with a cast of rich characters, a setting that seems limitless in possibility, a message that rides confidently beneath the current of the story and a real understanding of what it is to stand between being a child and an adult, complete with the requisite indecision and ugliness of youth. There’s action, adventure, and even a bit of romance in this tale and I’m looking forward to the next installment in the Heartland Trilogy. And I’ve learned not to scoff at the plans of the incredibly versatile Chuck Wendig.”

Bibliosanctum says: “I had to wonder, Is he going to be dialing it back for this? My guess was that he would have to, for a YA novel. And if that’s the case, how much? Is this still going to read like a book by the Chuck Wendig I know and love? The answer, thankfully, was yes. The story here is definitely all Wendig, but just imagine it tweaked a bit around the edges to make it more appealing to the YA reading audience.”

All About Urban Fantasy says: “With YA fiction I often find myself rolling my eyes at the idealized teenage life the authors portray in the books. When I was sixteen I cursed, did stupid things and generally acted like someone who was too old to be a child and too young to be an adult. In UNDER THE EMPYREAN SKY Wendig does a fantastic job of portraying his teenage characters as, well, teenagers. They swear, talk about (and have) sex and make the kind of rash decisions that you probably would have made as a teenager.”

Books From Emma says: “I believe this may be the next big alternative dystopia series to hit the shelves in the next couple years. I’m definitely looking forward to the next installment.”

Bandelier Girl Reads Everything says: “Hunger Games meets the Heartland: Loved the unique take on the dystopian future – the “Heartland” is now a seething mass of corn crossed with kudzu, and the land is too toxic to grow anything else. The rich are all in their flotillas in the sky as the people in the Heartland are left to scavenge for survival. Tumors abound, the pollen storms are poisonous and young couples become “Obligated” to each other when they turn 18. Cael, our hero, and his friends and family struggle under this scenario, getting by until things get nasty.  The first in a trilogy – this book set up the characters, their world and the plot, and got me so hooked that I was jonsing for the second book as I reached the ending of this first one. Really interesting, fast paced, well written – fun YA read!”

Pabkins at My Shelf Confessions says: “The premise is crazy interesting, I could totally picture this as being some whacked out American future because it takes place in ‘The Heartland.’”

The Geek Girl Project says: “I’m glad I decided to go ahead and read it because it was one of the most imaginative, enjoyable books I’ve read in some time.”

Exploring All Genres says: “I will be eagerly waiting for the next book to come out so I can see just what happens next.”

Leanne from Literary Excursion says: “It throws you right into the mix of things, into the whirlwind that is the life of teens. They use profanity, are prone to explosive emotions (anger, lust, hatred, jealousy, betrayal, love), go against society’s wishes, and are part of intimate encounters. They face real issues, that are relatable to teens today — even if those teens are (arguably) not living in a dystopian society. While the profanity may seem excessive at times, it is not, and tapers off more as the story progresses. There is also a huge element of hilarity in the words the teens of the Heartlands choose… ones unfamiliar to us in their pairings, but that get their meaning across loud and clear. I lost track of the times I found myself laughing at insults hurled from Cael and the other characters, from the combination of ridiculous phrases and the vehemency with which they were said. Some of you may think of it as my adolescent traits showing through, but the Heartlanders’ profanity is just the right type of fodder for my funny bone.”

Crowdsourcing The Essentials: Dystopian Fiction

Last week, we crowdsourced your favorite space opera.

And this week, because I’m totally shameless (seriously, the Martians destroyed my Shame Gland in the Second Mars-America Temporal Freedom War of 2018), I feel like we should talk about your favorite dystopian reads.

From adult (Handmaid’s Tale!) to young adult (Hunger Games!).

So: your top three dystopian reads.

Drop ’em in the comments. Let’s make some recommendations.

(And I might just have my own dystopian tale coming out tomorrow, hey, huh, weird.)

News-Flavored News Nuggets Slathered In Sweet-N-Sour News Sauce

*dons rubber newscaster mask*

*stands behind a news desk made from the bones of my enemies*

It’s time for a newstastic roundup. Let’s see, where to begin?

First, hey, if you’re going to Lonestarcon / Worldcon or are a supporting member, you have one more week to vote (click here to do so). I’ll just casually nudge you — tickle tickle — to remind you that I am in some very good company in that I am nominated for the John W. Campbell Award for Best New Writer. Ahem. Wink wink. *does an erratic tap dance*

Next up: in advance of next week’s release of Under the Empyrean Sky, I stop by Tor.com to answer their Pop Quiz at the End of the Universe. There you can learn my secret not-so-shameful shame, my secret nickname, and other wondrously magical trivial — er, trivia! — tidbits about me. (Pro-tip: anybody who calls me “Chazz” gets facemurdered.)

Oh! Speaking of Under the Empyrean Sky… it’s totally out next week! AAAAAAAAAH. Ahem. Anyway! It’s still up for pre-order at a very low, very cozy prize. Only $3.99 for the Kindle edition, and $10.79 for the hardcover edition. I don’t suspect those prices will remain after it goes on sale next Tuesday, but what the hell do I know? Check it out here. (Just, umm, ignore those nasty reviews where people are cranky at me for being all vulgar and sexy and stuff.)

Also: I stop by Publishers Weekly radio this week (hosted by publishing icon Rose Fox) and talk about urban fantasy and writing advice. Go listen!

What next? Ah! Yes. I’ll be at the Joseph E. Coleman Northwest Regional Library on Saturday, September 21st from 3pm – 5pm talking about writing and books and signing books and performing heretical rituals to forbidden gods. Details on the event –> here.

Finally! My novel Bait Dog (featuring cracked Southern belle teenage detective-slash-vigilante Atlanta Burns — think Veronica Mars on Adderall) has dropped in price — right now it’s at $2.99 for the Kindle edition riiiiiiight here. Note that with this novel you also get the first Atlanta Burns story, Shotgun Gravy, included in the e-book.

And that’s that.

*disappears in a puff of eye-stinging Axe body spray*

Flash Fiction Challenge: Four Random Items

Last week’s challenge: “Plot Scenario Generator.”

This week’s challenge is pretty straight-up simple:

I’m going to give you ten random items.

You must pick four and incorporate all four into a single piece of flash fiction (~1000 words).

Those items are:

An unopened envelope.

A dead man’s guitar.

A rocking chair.

A chess piece.

A road sign.

A child’s toy.

A leather mask.

An animal skull.

An iron horseshoe.

A police officer’s badge.

Your story is due by next Friday, August 2nd, noon EST.

Post at your online space and link back here. Whaddya waiting for? Get writing!

Ten Questions About The Reluctant Reaper, By Gina X. Grant

I dig this cover. I love the idea. Super-fun-sounding digital-only release. So it was an easy “yes” when it came time to decide whether or not to lend Gina and her book a slot here at the blog. Here she is talking up her Reaper trilogy: 

Tell Us About Yourself: Who The Hell Are You?

I was born very young… and I’ve been writing ever since.

Not true. (Why do author bios say they’ve been writing since they were kids? No other profession does this. If my gynecologist said he’d been… but I digress.)

Truth is, I’ve been writing since we accessed the internet via stone tablets, about 1999, beginning with fanfiction for a TV show called The Sentinel. Anybody even remember that show? At first my stories were pretty awful, but like the John Cleese character in Monty Python and the Holy Grail, “I got better.” In 2009, my first full-length novel, a gay romance titled Gym Dandy, was published. But not before being contracted and uncontracted and contracted again… It was ever thus in publishing, eh?

Now I write funny urban fantasy under my (mostly) real name, Gina X. Grant.

My hobbies? I read, I write, I walk the dogs.

Give Us The 140-Character Story Pitch:

Death is what happens while you’re making other plans.

Where Does This Story Come From?

I cast about for a mythical creature that hadn’t been done to death (ha!) and hit upon a Grim Reaper. Naturally, I decided to take an ordinary gal and send her to Hell!

And if you’re going to set a book in Hell, then who better to be your hunka-hunka-burning love interest than 700-year-old Inferno poet, Dante Alighieri?  (Forget it, Dan Brown. I saw him first!)

How Is This A Story Only You Could’ve Written?

Because I’m funny. Life of the party even before they break out the alcohol. I craft and collect puns and other witty lines in a Word doc that’s now 27 pages long — single-spaced!

What Was The Hardest Thing About Writing The Reluctant Reaper?

The romance. I wanted it to stretch out until the fourth or fifth book in the series, but my agent asked me to bring Dante and Kirsty together in the first book. That was hard.

Then my editor at Simon & Schuster decided too much was happening for a single book and had me split the book in two. And still have Kirsty and Dante get together in that new first book. Yikes!

But I did it. They move quickly, oh, these Reapers of easy virtue, but it’s twoo wuv. The kind that lasts forever, literally. Till Death do us part? Would mean separate assignments from their boss.

What Did You Learn Writing The Reluctant Reaper?

That I can write. After doing the agent shop dance for several years, I was beginning to despair. Let’s do the math: roughly forty rejections per book, times three full-length novels, is, forty-two, carry the twelve… Yup. I am now repped by the same agent who represents Suzanne Collins of THE HUNGER GAMES fame.

That I can get an entire trilogy ready in six months. That’s three books, folks, split, re-written, new one written, edited, copy edited, line edited, and galleyed all in six months. I turned in the galleys on Book #3, Esprit de Corpse only days before the first book released. Wasn’t traditional publishing supposed to take 18 months a book?

What Do You Love About The Reluctant Reaper?

The characters, the plot, and the humor. Oh, and I thought the cover artist did an amazing job. These suckers are bright and shiny even when reduced to Amazon icon size.

What Would You Do Differently Next Time?

I’m not sure I would have added the romance. I seem to be getting different responses from male and female readers. Because of the level of humour, it’s just not your typical urban fantasy.

Give Us Your Favorite Paragraph From The Story:

The love scene, from the end of the book:

The Earth moved. So did Hell. And possibly some of the furniture. In fact, the sex was so good even the neighbors had a cigarette!

Oh, what the Hell, there’s so many good lines, it can’t hurt to give you a couple more:

From their trip down the slippery slope which is paved with good intentions:

Dead or alive or somewhere in between, I could still kick a guy in the brimstones. Dante dropped to the ground, clutching what was probably his crotch under that stupid Snuggie he’d no doubt bought from a late-night infomercial.

And the inevitable:

Oh, Dante. Is that a scythe in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?

What’s Next For You As A Storyteller?

Books 1 and 2 are available now, with Book 3 releasing August 15.

Book 1. THE RELUCTANT REAPER: Death is what happens while you’re making other plans.
Book 2. SCYTHE DOES MATTER: Be careful what you wish for, it just might get you!
Book 3. ESPRIT DE CORPSE: Hell is where the heart is.

I’ve written Book 4 of the Reaper trilogy. (Hey, it was good enough for Douglas Adams who had, what? Five? No, six books in his trilogy.) Tentatively titled ONE SCYTHE FITS ALL. In it Kirsty d’Arc must travel to Heller, the next Hell dimension over, to rescue Dante. (Why yes, my heroine does rescue my hero — sort of.)

I’m about to send my agent the first book of a new series.

And I’m poking away at a futuristic steampunk idea with lots of buckle in its swash. So keeping busy, yeah.

Thanks, Chuck, for letting me play in your sandbox today. I look forward to your upcoming speaking engagement here in my hometown of Toronto in May 2014. (Open to the general public, folks. Contact me if you want to participate in a full day workshop with Chuck!)

Gina X. Grant: Website

Reluctant Reaper: Amazon / B&N / Kobo Books

How Indie Bookstores Can Add Value By Partnering With Authors

I want indie bookstores to survive.

Actually, fuck that. I want indie bookstores to thrive.

And I don’t think that’s impossible. Honestly.

Okay, yeah, the Internet has changed everything — it was a lightning strike that set the whole forest ablaze, and out of the fire and ash came the snorfling hell-beast known as Amazon and that monster tromped everything with its big hooves while also delivering packages crazy fast using Prime delivery (“RAAAR SMASH FIRE RAZE THE LANDSCAPE oh hey here’s your copy of The Cuckoo’s Calling, a weed-whacker, a bulk order of Lapsang Souchong tea sachets, seven smoke alarms, and an inflatable radio-controlled talking moon-buggy, all for 40% off and swift two-day delivery thanks for using Amazon RAAAAR STOMPY STOMPY STOMPY”).

Despite all that, I think indie bookstores are gonna rock the next century. I think we’re veering back away from Big Bulk One-Size-Fits-All services and we’re finding folks returning to The Niche — whether that’s a niche filled with artisanal gin, farm-fresh eggs, hand-painted clit-ticklers, whatever. I think as capitalists we have an unhealthy fear of the niche, as if it suggests marginalization of product. But hey, fuck that. I’m an author. The niche is my wheelhouse, whatever the hell a “wheelhouse” is. I live in the niche. This is where I lay my head at night.

Art grows stronger under the pressure of a niche.

Hell, if the Barnesandnoblepocalypse happens, I think indie bookstores will rise up — hot and shrieky like a fire-winged phoenix! — and fill the void with love and passion and probably lava.

Still. Still. That’s easier said that done. And it’s not going to be a guarantee that bookstores will automagically survive — the Internet has forced everybody to up their game, to evolve or die, to embrace the Jurassic Park ethos of life will find a way.

I’ve got some ideas for indie bookstores. These aren’t genius recommendations and, frankly, many great indie bookstores already do them. These are suggestions from an amateur hour pontificator — a guy whose job is writing shit down, not running bookstores.

Just the same, here I am, writing some shit down.

Some thoughts, then, on how indie bookstores survive, then thrive.

Can’t Be All About Selling Books

You’ll never really beat Amazon on price. Nobody will beat Amazon on price. Maybe, maybe you can match them. But you’re trying to beat the 800-lb mecha-gorilla at the game of being an 800-lb mecha-gorilla. Bookstores that try to exist solely on the basis of “just selling books” are the bookstores that I think you see quietly wither on the branch like a sun-crushed plum.

Be The Bridge Between Author And Audience

Blah blah blah, social media, Faceyspace and Twatter and AnonymousHumpFinder-dot-com, yes, I know, authors and their readers are able to interact all the time any time on the weird wide web of the Internet.

Still, meatspace has enormous value for authors — and not just because it’s a space filled with meat. Fostering real world connections — signing books, meeting fans, having drinks, hunting non-readers for sport — is way more memorable for both author and audience.

Newsflash: one of the best places for this to happen is at bookstores. Indie bookstores in particular! An indie bookstore feels like a comfortable neighborhood bar where the drug of choice is words on pages instead of boozes in glasses.

True fact: not all bookstores grok this. I’ve spoken with a few indie bookstores that treated me like I was, I dunno, bugging them. Like, “Oh, you’re… an author? Ew.” As if authors were not the people who helped fill that bookstore with crazy wonder. I assume it was because I wasn’t a bestselling author? They acted like I was a grungy raccoon begging at the back door for food scraps. And other bookstores don’t prefer to have anything to do with authors at all. Which, you know, is their prerogative. I’m just saying:

Help authors be awesome, and authors will help bookstores be the same.

Symbiosis, baby.

Cover Charge

Charge for events. I know, this is controversial — how much will you charge? Do authors get a cut? If someone runs a book club there, do they get a cut? I’m not saying you need to make readers break the bank just to get into an author signing, and I’m not saying every author signing needs to be a pay-to-get-in dealy-o.

But here’s the thing: I pay money for something, it has value to me. More than if I don’t. And I think you deserve something for putting on a great event and, ostensibly, money paid into an event will be paid back out to make events double-awesomer.

And the cover charge is easy and perfectly palatable when you frame it like this:

One book minimum.

Like, if I go to a comedy club, there’s a drink minimum. I gotta buy a fucking drink to stay inside the club. Well, same goes for the bookstore except here it’s, if you’re at the event, you better buy a book. Just one. The author’s book? Maybe, sure, that’d be nice, but if not — really, seriously, any book. That’s your cover charge. You know what I’d think about that price? I’d think, fuck yeah. I’d think, excuse to buy a new book! Then I’d vibrate quietly, because I love the idea of being forced to buy new books. IT GIVES ME A SEXUAL THRILL SHUT UP.

Safe Space For Readers Of All Genres

Don’t be a bookstore that looks down on readers of any book (I mean, unless it’s a book by Adolf Hitler or something, then I guess you can put on your judgey face). In having a chat with the fine feathered folks of Word Bookstore in Brooklyn, it was refreshing to see people open to books and authors of any stripe. It’s not literary folks looking down on genre. It’s not genre writers looking down on romance. Everybody gets to play in the pool. Books on shelves. Events in-house. Lots of authors. Lots of genres and age ranges. Very refreshing.

More to the point, indie bookstores are already niche. Don’t decrease the size of your capitalist cubbyhole by focusing purely on, say, hoity-toity lit-fic, because first: dick move. And second: can you actually afford to restrict your market so completely?

Value-Add: Physical Product

No reason that an author/publisher and a bookstore cannot partner together to offer unique swag: this could be anything, really. Bookmarks. Postcards. A Lulu-produced short story. A variant-cover limited edition book (think what Forbidden Planet does with Angry Robot’s Adam Christopher novels). A life-size RealDoll of the author? (Okay, ew, maybe not. Nobody wants to see a rubber version of me with my bearded mouth open in a hungry, seductive ‘O.’ … OR DO THEY? Gimme a call, bookstores. We can make this happen.)

Value-Add: Digital Product

Same thing as above, except this time, the added value happens to be digital product. I’m not just talking about offering a Kobo version (though, hey, that’s good, too). I mean, if you buy my book from XYZ indie store, you get an additional short story e-mailed to you. Or you can buy my new novella only through indie bookstores, and they’ll hand your ass a USB key shaped like my beard. Or buying my book through one particular store earns you a seat in a cool Google Hangout where I answer questions about the book or do a reading from the unpublished sequel or do a slovenly striptease while eating a drippy cheesesteak. *licks fingers*

Make Friends With Indie Authors

I don’t know how this works. I really don’t. But indie authors and indie bookstores are a match made in theoretical heaven. Maybe this is a thing that really takes off with like, Espresso book printing machines, I dunno. Maybe it comes through the Kobo connection. But bookstores will be served well by making room for strong indie authors (and in this sense bookstores could be the new gatekeepers amongst a seething mass of new self-published authors whose audience is increasingly in need of a few kept gates now and again). But it also comes from indie authors, too, who have to stop hitching their wagons to Amazon. (Seriously, if I see one more self-published author go on a rant against Big Corporate Publishing while also singing the holy praises of giant kaiju Amazon, I will kill a pony on YouTube.)

Ahem

Very quick shout-outs to some indie bookstores I love and I know others love, too:

Mysterious Galaxy

Word Bookstore

Riverrun Bookstore

Doylestown Bookshop

Moravian Bookshop

High-five to all of them.

Feel free to shout out your own favorite bookstores in the comments — and also to suggest how you think indie bookstores are rocking or could rock harder.