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« kdy: 05.10.2010, 12:28:14 »

Takže po předchozím zmatku ohledně série, do které by tato kniha měla patřit, se ukázalo, ža bude nejspíše pokračováním Storm from The Shadows, tedy dalším kouskem do série Saganami Island. Podle posledních informací chybělo Davidovi už jen asi 8-9 kapitol do jejího dokončení. Na další informace si ale budeme muset asi ještě nějakou dobu počkat...
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« Odpověď #1 kdy: 05.10.2010, 18:22:42 »

Konečně nějaká hodnotná informace.Děkuji.Není tam někde info kdy by tak zhruba mohla vyjít?
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« Odpověď #2 kdy: 05.10.2010, 21:27:04 »

Na DW-fórech jsem našel spekulaci že e-ARC by mohla být v příštím roce.
Ale datum vydání je až 2012.

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Last night I attended a David Weber book signing. He spoke for about 90 minutes. Here are some highlights about the next Honorverse book RISING THUNDER.

1. The book is almost finished. 4 chapters to go
2. 60% of all the Solarian Leaque's interstellar cargo travel in Manticoren ships for at least part of their journey.
3. Closing the worm holes to SL ships will cause about a 12X increase in SL cargo transit times
4. This causes the Solarian League’s economy to collapse.
5. Solarian League’s income comes from taxes on interstellar trade and protection money from the planets in the protectorate.
6. The League doesn’t have the money to activate the SLN reserve fleet.
7. We get to meet Honor’s Uncle Jock.
8. Jock is Allison Harington’s twin brother.
9. Jock is a member of the Beowulf Board of Directors. He has the very secret job of interfacing with the Ballroom
10. The Beowulf CEO is a distant cousin of Honor.
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« Odpověď #3 kdy: 16.10.2010, 12:19:02 »

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Tak jak je DW na cestách, tak se množí informace o Rising Thunder. Další info z další podpisové akce od rlburke79:

1. The book is almost finished. 4 chapters to go
2. 60% of all the Solarian Leaque's interstellar cargo travel in Manticoren ships for at least part of their journey.
3. Closing the worm holes to SL ships will cause about a 12X increase in SL cargo transit times
4. This causes the Solarian League’s economy to collapse.
5. Solarian League’s income comes from taxes on interstellar trade and protection money from the planets in the protectorate.
6. The League doesn’t have the money to activate the SLN reserve fleet.
7. We get to meet Honor’s Uncle Jacques.
8. Jacques is Allison Harington’s twin brother.
9. Jacques is a member of the Beowulf Board of Directors. He has the very secret job of interfacing with the Ballroom
10. The Beowulf CEO is a distant cousin of Honor.

Překlad:
1. Rising Thunder je skoro hotov. Zbývají 4 kapitoly.
2. 60% mezihvězdného obchodu Solárního svazu je alespoň po část cesty převáženo v mantichorských lodích.
3. Zavření červích děr lodím SL způsobí přibližně dvanáctinásobné prodloužení transitních dob.
4. Toto způsobí kolaps ekonomiky SL.
5. Příjmy SL pocházejí z daní z mezihvězdného obchodu a z protektorátů.
6. Svaz nemá dost peněz na reaktivaci rezervní flotily.
7. Poznáme honořina strýčka Jacquea.
8. Jacques je dvojče Allison Haringtonové.
9. Jacques členem beowulfské Rady ředitelů (vlády). Působí jako tajná spojka s Tančírnou.
10. Předseda beowulfské Rady ředitelů je Honořin vzdálený bratranec.
 
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« Odpověď #4 kdy: 23.11.2010, 14:07:42 »

Doplnil bych bod 8: Jacques je o několik let starším dvojčetem Alison Smích.
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« Odpověď #5 kdy: 26.05.2011, 08:01:54 »

Z weberfóra od DW.

Cheez . . . .

All right, first, the title has nothing to do with any other book. It simply refers to the rising thunder of events. You know (he said a bit plaintively) is IS possible for an author to come up with a title all on his own without worrying about what anyone else may be calling a book on a totally different subject!

Second, my understand is that ART is currently scheduled for Spring of 2012, since ABF is coming out in October from Baen and the next Safehold book is scheduled for September. I have NOT seen the final proofreading pages on How Firm a Foundation, but they say they want them back by June 25th and that they are planning a very quick turnaround, so far as I know, the September date is firm.

Eric and I have discussed the next collaborative. It is not yet written and really needs to come out before the Shadow of Freedom (current working title for what you folks are referring to as RT2; took me a while to figure out you weren't talking about C3PO's buddy).

And, finally, here is a snippet from ART:










March, 1922 Post Diaspora



"Trust me, the hole would've been a hell of a lot deeper!"

--- Ensign Helen Zilwicki,Royal Manticoran Navy




CHAPTER ONE


"Get your goddamned ships the hell out of my space!"

The burly, dark-haired man on Commander Pang Yau-pau's com was red-faced and snarling, and Pang took as firm a grip as he could on his own temper.

"I'm afraid that's not possible, Commodore Chalker," he replied as courteously as the circumstances permitted. "My orders are to protect Manticoran vessels passing through this terminus on their way home to Manticoran space."

"I don't give a damn about your 'orders,' Commander!" Commodore Jeremy Chalker spat back. His ship and the other five destroyers keeping station upon it were 2.4 million kilometers --- eight light-seconds --- from Pang's cruiser, and one might have thought it would be difficult to maintain a properly infuriated conversation over such a distance, especially with the delays light-speed transmissions built into its exchanges. Chalker seemed able to manage it quite handily, however. "You're in violation of my star system's sovereignty, you've evicted Solarian Astro Control personnel from their duty stations, and I want your ass gone!"

"Sir, it's not my intention to violate anyone's sovereignty," Pang replied, choosing to let the rather thornier question of the Solly traffic controllers lie. "My sole interest at this time is the protection of the Star Empire's merchant vessels."

Sixteen more seconds ticked past, and then ---


"Shut your mouth, return control of this terminus to the personnel whose control stations you've illegally seized, and turn your ass around now, or I will by God open fire on the next fucking Manty freighter I see!"

Pang Yau-pau's normally mild brown eyes hardened, and he inhaled deeply.

"Skipper," a quiet voice said.

The single word couldn't have been more respectful, yet it was edged with warning, and Pang hit the mute button and glanced at the smaller screen deployed from the base of his command chair. Lieutenant Commander Myra Sadowski, his executive officer looked back at him from it.

"I know he's a pain in the ass," she continued in that same quiet voice, "but we're supposed to do this without making any more waves than we have to. If you hand this guy his head the way you want to --- the way he deserves, for that matter --- I think it would probably come under the heading of at least a ripple or two."

Myra, Pang reflected, had a point. There was, however, a time and a place for everything. For that matter, the Admiralty hadn't sent Pang and HMS Onyx to the Nolan Terminus to let someone like Jeremy Chalker make that sort of threat.

No, they didn't, another corner of the commander's brain told him. At the same time, I don't suppose it's too hard to understand why he's so pissed off. Not that it makes me like him any better.


At the moment, Onyx, her sister ship Smilodon, the Roland-class destroyer Tornado and the much older destroyer Othello were over six hundred and fifty light-years from the Manticore Binary System and barely two hundred light-years from the Sol System. It was not a particularly huge force to have wandering around so deep in increasingly hostile territory, as Pang was only too well aware. In fact, Nolan was a protectorate system of the Solarian League, and Chalker was an SLN officer, the senior Frontier Fleet officer present. He looked old for his rank, which suggested a certain lack of familial connections within the SLN, although he must have at least some influence to have ended up with the Nolan command. The system's proximity to the Nolan Terminus of the Nolan-Katharina Hyper Bridge was what had brought it to the Office of Frontier Security's attention a hundred-odd T-years ago, and the local OFS and Frontier Fleet officers had been raking off a comfortable percentage of the terminus user fees ever since. Judging from the reaction of the SLN captain who'd commanded the OFS-installed terminus traffic control staff when Pang ordered him to turn his control stations over to Manticoran personnel, another chunk of those fees had probably been finding its way into his pockets, as well. Precious little of that revenue had ended up in Nolan itself, at any rate.

Well, at least this time we can be pretty confident we're not hurting some innocent third-party star system's revenue stream, he thought. And it's not like we're planning to keep the terminus . . . just now, anyway. We'll give it back to them when I'm sure we've gotten all our ships safely through it. And if someone like Chalker takes one in the bank account in the meantime, I'm sure I'll be able to live with my regret somehow.


Of course, Pang never doubted that the rest of theSolarian League Navy was going to be just as infuriated as Chalker by Manticore's "arrogance" in seizing control of Solarian-claimed termini even temporarily. What was going to happen when Lacoön Two kicked in hardly bore thinking upon, although anyone who really thought not executing Lacoön Two was going to make one bit of difference to the Sollies was probably smoking things he shouldn't.

"I'm not the one making the waves," he told Sadowski out loud, then glanced across Onyx's command deck at Lieutenant Commander Jack Frazier, his tactical officer.

"I hope we're not going to have any business for you, Guns," he said. "If we do, I want to hold the damage to a minimum."

"You're thinking in terms of something more like what Admiral Gold Peak did at New Tuscany than what she did at Spindle, Sir?"

"Exactly." Pang smiled thinly. "Do you have Chalker's flagship IDed?"

"Yes, Sir." Frazier nodded with an answering smile. "I do. By the strangest coincidence, I've just this minute discovered that I've got her IDed, dialed in, and locked up, as a matter of fact."

"Good."

Pang paused a moment longer, taking an additional few seconds to make sure he had his own temper under control, then un-muted his audio pickup.


"Commodore Chalker," he said in a hard, flat voice quite different from the courteous one he'd employed so far, "allow me to point out two things to you. First, this terminus is, in fact, not in Nolan's territorial space. Unless my astrogation is badly off, it's five light-hours from Nolan, which puts it just a bit outside the twelve-minute limit. The Solarian League's claim to its possession rests solely on the SLN's supposed power to control the space about it. And, second, in regard to that supposed power, I respectfully suggest you consider the actual balance of force which obtains at this moment. Based on that balance, I submit that it would be unwise to issue such threats against Manticoran shipping . . . and even less wise to carry them out."

"Well piss on you, Commander! You and the rest of your 'Star Empire' may think you can throw your weight around any way you like, but there's a cold dawn coming, and it's going to get here sooner than you think!"

"I have my orders, Commodore," Pang responded in that same flat voice, "and I don't intend to debate the question of who's responsible for the current state of tension between the Star Empire and the Solarian League. I fully intend to return control of this terminus to the League --- and, obviously, to restore your personnel to their stations --- as soon as I've satisfied myself, as my orders require, that all Manticoran merchant vessels in this vicinity have been given the opportunity to return to Manticoran space through it. I regret" --- neither his tone nor his expression was, in fact, particularly regretful --- "any inconvenience this may cause for you or any other Solarian personnel or citizens. I do, however, intend to carry out all of my orders, and one of those orders is to use whatever level of force is necessary to protect Manticoran merchant shipping anywhere. And 'anywhere,' Commodore Chalker, includes Solarian space. So if you intend to fire on Manticoran freighters, why don't you just start with the ones right here under my protection? Go ahead -- be my guest. But before you do, Admiral, I suggest you recall the Royal Navy's position where the protection of merchant shipping is concerned."

He sat waiting, watching his com for the sixteen seconds his words took to reach Chalker and for the signal to come back. Precisely on schedule, Chalker's face turned even darker.


"And what the fuck does that mean?" the Solarian snarled.

"It means my tactical officer has your flagship identified," Pang said, and his smile was a razor.

For another sixteen seconds, Chalker glared out of Pang's display. Then, abruptly, his facial muscles went absolutely rigid, as if some magic wand had turned his face to stone. He stayed that way for several seconds, then shook himself.

"Are you threatening me?" he demanded incredulously.

"Yes," Pang said simply. "I am."

Chalker simply stared at him, and Pang wondered what else the other man could have expected to happen.

"You think you can come waltzing into Solarian space and threaten Solarian citizens? Tell a Solarian warship you'll open fire on it?" Chalker said sixteen seconds later.

"It's not my wish to threaten anyone, Admiral. It is my intention to carry out my orders and to deal with any threat to the merchant shipping for which I'm responsible, and you've just announced your intention to fire on unarmed merchant vessels. Should you do so, I will fire on you, and I suggest you recall what happened to Admiral Byng at New Tuscany. If you actually intend to attack after doing that, go ahead and let's get it over with. Otherwise, Sir, I have rather more important matters which require my attention. Good day."
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« Odpověď #6 kdy: 26.05.2011, 08:32:10 »

jj, je to skvělé čtení Mrknutí
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« Odpověď #7 kdy: 27.05.2011, 06:30:34 »

Souhlas. Skvělý začátek. Pokud bude pokračovat ve stejném duchu, máme se opravdu na co těšit.
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« Odpověď #8 kdy: 28.05.2011, 01:17:54 »

Je tam taková maličká chyba: výsostný prostor má být 12Lhod a ne Lmin. Ale DW má s čísly už tradičně problémy.
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« Odpověď #9 kdy: 28.05.2011, 09:13:20 »

Souhlas. Skvělý začátek. Pokud bude pokračovat ve stejném duchu, máme se opravdu na co těšit.

Já tím myslel, že celá kniha je skvělé čtení. A SoF zatím taky - zvlášť jedna pasáž, která přibyla oproti původní jednodílné verzi Mrknutí.
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« Odpověď #10 kdy: 30.05.2011, 11:13:19 »

Nemohu z jedné ukázky hodnotit celou knihu. Pokud máš přístup k celé knize, jsi na tom podstatně lépe, a mně nezbývá než ti tiše (i nahlas) závidět. Ach jo!!! Co se týká SoF, tak kromě malé ukázky, kterou přidal Mafio Ball, nic dalšího jsem neviděl, takže opět viz výše.
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« Odpověď #11 kdy: 31.05.2011, 08:03:13 »

Nemohu z jedné ukázky hodnotit celou knihu. Pokud máš přístup k celé knize, jsi na tom podstatně lépe, a mně nezbývá než ti tiše (i nahlas) závidět. Ach jo!!! Co se týká SoF, tak kromě malé ukázky, kterou přidal Mafio Ball, nic dalšího jsem neviděl, takže opět viz výše.

Ano, přístup mám, ale jsem zavázán jejich nešířením a také nerozhazováním spoilů, takže můj comment výše je tak maximem toho, co můžu napsat...
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« Odpověď #12 kdy: 31.05.2011, 11:45:56 »

Plně respektuji. Je to jen povzdech, nic víc.
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« Odpověď #13 kdy: 04.08.2011, 13:36:57 »

Na Amazonu bylo uveřejněno datum vydání 6. března 2012.

A Rising Thunder
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« Odpověď #14 kdy: 23.08.2011, 23:46:59 »

Zase něco od DW z weberfóra.


I find it impossible to understand how anyone could possibly accuse me of having a sick sense of humor. I mean, puh-leeze!

However, in the spirit of sharing with my readers, I attend the following (brief) snippet from A Rising Thunder. Honor and Hamish have just been waked up around 4:00 in the morning to take an FTL com call from Sphinx.

Note: I thought long and hard about exactly where to end the snippet. Given the aspersions cast upon my sense of humor, I mean. [G]

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"Anyway," Arif went on, her expression more serious, "earlier this evening, I was discussing today's progress with Song Shadow when she suddenly stopped in mid-sign. She just sat there for several seconds, obviously 'listening' to someone else. It's not like her to just stop like that, without at least warning me, and whoever she was talking to, the conversation went on a long time for a 'cat. When it was over, she asked me to send an air car to Bright Water Clan."

Honor felt herself frowning. She wasn't going to interrupt with questions — even with the grav-pulse com, interplanetary conversations quickly disintegrated if people started breaking in on one another — but her curiosity burned brightly as she wondered where the linguist was going.

She'd never met Song Shadow, but from her name, she was obviously a "memory singer." Arif was still exploring exactly what memory singers were, but she'd already learned enough to recognize they were absolutely central to treecat society as its historians and teachers. From what Arif had so far discovered, a memory singer could literally "record" and play back the actual experiences of another treecat. In fact, they could play back centuries worth of those experiences.

Honor doubted any human — even she, who'd developed her own version of the treecats' empathy — would ever truly grasp what that meant, appreciate the continuity "mind songs" bestowed upon a telepathic species who could literally "hear" the mind-voices and experience the very emotions of treecats who'd died centuries before their own birth. But the fact that Samantha was a memory singer had been critical to Arif's success in teaching the 'cats to sign, because once she'd learned how, she'd been able to "teach" any other treecat the same thing.

"I sent the car, of course," Arif continued. "It took an hour or so to get to Bright Water's range, and the SFC ranger had to wait a while for all his passengers to arrive. Then they had to fly all the way to Green Bottom."

She rolled her eyes slightly, and Honor nodded. Green Bottom was halfway around Sphinx from Bright Water Clan's home range. And, she thought more grimly, from the ruins of Yawata Crossing, as well.

"Thanks to all the delays, they only got here about an hour ago, and I was more than a little surprised by who Song Shadow had sent a ride for." Arif shook her head. "It was seven other memory singers."

Honor felt her eyes widen. One thing they had learned about memory singers was that they virtually never left their clans' ranges. Which, of course, raised the question of exactly what a memory singer by the name of Samantha was doing bonded to a human. Honor had the impression that neither Nimitz nor Samantha was being as forthcoming about that as they could have, although it was obvious Samantha wasn't exactly your typical memory singer.

Obviously, there'd always been some exceptions (besides Samantha), especially recently, since memory singers had been involved with Dr. Arif's efforts from the beginning. But Honor didn't think there'd ever been more than two or three of them in Green Bottom at any one time before.

"I know I don't have to tell you how surprised I was when the ranger opened the car door and seven memory singers piled out!" Arif said wryly. "I'd met three of them before: Wind of Memory, Songstress, and Echo of Time." Honor pursed her lips in a silent whistle as Arif named all three of Bright Water Clan's senior memory singers. "Song Shadow introduced the others once they got to my office. Songkeeper and Clear Song are the senior and second singers of Laughing River Clan. Winter Voice is the senior singer of Moonlight Dancing Clan. And then" — Arif's eyes darkened and her voice dropped — "there's Sorrow Singer." The linguist swallowed. "She's the only surviving memory singer of Black Rock Clan, Honor."

Samantha and Nimitz keened softly, and Honor inhaled sharply.

"I didn't know any of them had survived," she said, voice soft, when Arif paused. "I thought the entire clan had been killed."

"As far as Sorrow Singer knows, she's not just Black Rock's surviving singer," Arif said a few seconds later. "She's the only survivor, period. And the only reason she's alive is that she was visiting Moonlight Dancing Clan. One of her litter brothers had married into Moonlight Dancing, and their central range was just far enough away to be outside the blast area and firestorm." The linguist shook her head slowly. "Moonlight Dancing was close enough its memory singers felt Black Rock die . . . and so did she."

Honor felt her hand press her lips, felt Hamish's arm encircle her, felt Nimitz pressing against the back of her neck, and all she could think of was the horror of a telempath — a memory singer — actually experiencing the deaths of everyone she'd ever known and loved.

"I don't know how they kept her from suiciding," Arif 's voice was softer than Honor's had been. "I . . . have the impression it wasn't easy."

Her eyes met Honor's from the display, and Honor nodded. Treecats who'd adopted almost never survived the deaths of their human partners. Before prolong, that had been the great tragedy of the bonds, for treecats normally lived over two hundred T-years, and their humans' deaths had deprived them of all those additional years. Honor could think of only two 'cats in her own lifetime who'd survived their humans’ deaths: Prince Consort Justin's companion Monroe and Samantha, herself. What it must have been like when every single person in Sorrow Singer's Clan was ripped away from her in one brutal instant . . . .

"It must have been terrible for all the clans in range," Arif went on starkly, "and Moonlight Dancing was closest of all. The SFC says they've lost over a dozen 'cats since the strike, and others don't look good. Which made me wonder why in God's name the clan's two senior memory singers were traipsing off to visit me at a time like this."

Stillness hovered. Then, finally, Honor cleared her throat.

"Why —" She paused, her soprano husky, and cleared her throat again. "Why had they come, Adelina?"

"I know Nimitz and Samantha were off-world when it happened," Arif said a bit obliquely, "but from what Song Shadow and the others say, every 'cat who wasn't off-world felt it. The more distant clans felt it less strongly, thank God, but even our crew here at Green Bottom got hammered. Trust me, it was bad. Really bad.

"I don't know if they understand exactly how it happened even now, but they know it was the result of a human attack. Personally, I wouldn't have blamed them for turning their backs on all humans, but that's not the way treecats' heads work. Apparently they've been passing around Nimitz's experiences with you, and especially what happened with Lieutenant Mears, for some time now. And, according to Song Shadow, they've overheard at least part of the newscasts about President Pritchart and Dr. Simões; some of the SFC rangers were viewing the news channels during a medical visit to Moonlight Dancing. They've figured out Nimitz and Samantha must've actually met Simões, and the clans want them to come home for the memory singers to get their first-hand experience with his mind-glow, but I think that's just a formality. They figure that if he were lying, or if he were crazy, Nimitz would already've told you. For that matter, they know you can sense emotions. So there's not much question in their minds that Simões is telling the truth . . . or that Mesa is behind everything that's happened."

"I'm glad they don't blame us for it, although God knows I sometimes do," Honor said somberly. "I still don't understand why they wanted to come see you in person, though. For that matter, I don't see how Song Shadow got the word all the way from Bright Water that they did! Nothing I've ever seen has suggested they've got enough range to reach halfway around a planet."

"I'm pretty sure they relayed from clan to clan," Arif said. "And the reason they wanted to see me is that Sorrow Singer has a proposal."

"A 'proposal'?" Honor's eyes narrowed. "What sort of 'propsal'?"

"She wants to tell you herself," Arif replied, and a slender, dappled brown and white form jumped into her lap and into her com's field of view. The treecat sat up on her rearmost limbs, facing the com, her eyes and body language somber. She looked so small, so fragile, Honor thought, feeling the tears at the back of her own eyes.

"Sorrow Singer?" she asked softly, and the treecat nodded.

Honor wanted to reach out and hug that distant 'cat. To share with her the depth of her own grief for what had happened to Sorrow Singer's clan. Her sense of guilt that humans — any humans — could have caused such an atrocity. But she couldn't, and so she simply bent her head in a small half bow of acknowledgment.

Sorrow Singer inclined her own head in response. Then her hands rose, and she began to sign with a flowing grace that somehow communicated a bottomless sea of sadness.
Zaznamenáno

"Nesmírně se vám omlouvám, kapitáne," přerušila ho Honor tím nejkonejšivějším tónem. "Obávám se, že jsem se nedívala kam letím."
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