I’ve been a bit quiet for the past few weeks. There’s a good reason for that. Not only have I been finishing up the edit for IMPACT, the third and final book in the Outer Earth series due out next year, but I’ve also been writing the first draft of something completely new! What is it? Who knows! Not even me! And I wrote the bloody thing.
Anyway, now that it’s December and I can breathe a little before my next book ZERO-G drops in January, I thought I’d get back to the usual blog schedule. And I thought I’d do something a little different.
I’ve taken to posting cool concept art on Twitter (and on my Pinterest board). These always get a lot of love. And while I’m between books, I like to write little short stories as a bit of a palate cleanser. So what I’d like to do is this: below are some particularly cool pieces of concept art. I’ve given each a one-sentence caption, which will develop into a full short story if enough people pick that particular piece in the poll at the bottom of the post.
(Yes, I will ask permission, and no, it’ll just be for fun, not money. Not unless I get the explicit OK from the artist to do so).
Now this blog doesn’t get masses of traffic, which is something my wife is sick of hearing me whine about. But the hell with it – if it works, it’ll be fun.
Her ride wasn’t the biggest, or the strongest, or the fastest. Didn’t matter. She used it like a weapon, not a mount, cutting through infantry as if she wielded a razor-edged greatsword. (Art by Natasha Alterici)
Most of her foes never got to see her real face. (Art by LordHayabusa357)
The last train had been thirteen years ago, but the displays still showed daily arrival times, and the blood on the wall was still a little tacky to the touch (Art by Aaron Foster)
She probably wouldn’t need the gun. The interface board was usually enough to get the job done. Still, it didn’t hurt to be careful… (Art by Marat Ars)
On the day the war started, the carriers were so thick in the sky that a man could hop between them with nothing but a single-charge jetpack, and stay aloft for days. (Art by Johnson Ting)
Eventually, the army stopped putting humans in the bio-armour. It was actually easier just to give it rudimentary consciousness – enough to obey orders, anyway. (Art by Chuck Walton)
She knew everything. Every piece of information ever written down. Except for how to sever her hardwired connection to it all. (Art by Aditya777)