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“A talent to watch.”
âDavid Brin, author of
The Life Eaters
Praise for the Novels of the Promethean Age
Blood and Iron
“Bear works out her background with the detail orientation of a science fiction writer, spins her prose like a veil-dancing fantastist, and never forgets to keep an iron fist in that velvet glove.” âThe Agony Column
"Complex and nuanced. . . . Bear does a fantastic job with integrating these centuries-old elements into a thoroughly modern tale of transformation, love, and courage.”
“This is excellent work. Bear confronts Faerie head-on, including the dangerous and ugly bits, and doesn't shield the reader with reassuring happily ever after vibes. . . . I'm looking forward to spending more time in this world.”
Whiskey and Water
“Bear mixes classic and modern supernatural archetypes to craft a beautiful tale.” â
“The many varied plots skillfully and subtly interweave into a finale with serious punch. Elizabeth Bear's writing style is as dense, complex, and subtle as her plots and characters. The style reminds me a little of Tolkien. This is definitely not a book to sit down to for a light, fluffy read. But if you immerse yourself in this rich, dark world, you will be rewarded with characters with layers of motivation and relationships that weave through the world's destiny like an intricate spider's web.” âSFRevu
Whiskey and Water
] reaffirms [Bear's] skill at creating memorableâand memorably flawedâcharacters as well as her sure hand at blending together the modern world with the world of the Fae. Her elegant storytelling should appeal to fans of Charles de Lint, Jim Butcher, and other cross-world and urban fantasy authors.” â
“Bear brings a new level of detail to the subject and her magical creatures are an interesting mix of familiar and unfamiliar traits.” âCritical Mass
“Bear succeeds in crafting a rich world. . . . It's a book that I couldn't put down, with a world in which I found myself easily enthralled and enchanted, not necessarily by Faerie, but by Bear's poetic expression and knife-sharp narrative.”
“Enthralling. . . . âIntrigued and delighted' sums up my reaction to
Whiskey and Water
as a whole. Don't think of it as a sequel, because it's not: It's the next part of the story. . . . I'm hoping for another one.”
âThe Green Man Review
“The wonderful Promethean Age series just keeps getting better. Bear has a knack for writing beautifully damaged characters, who manage to be both alien and sympathetic at the same time, and then putting them in situations where they have no choice but to go through the fire. The result is glorious.” â
“Terrific urban fantasy . . . cleverly designed and well written . . . [a] delightful tale filled with all sorts of otherworldly species.” âAlternative Worlds
Praise for the Other Novels
of Elizabeth Bear
“A gritty and painstakingly well-informed peek inside a future world we'd all better hope we don't get, liberally seasoned with VR delights and enigmatically weird alien artifacts. . . . Elizabeth Bear builds her future nightmare tale with style and conviction and a constant return to the twists of the human heart.”
âRichard K. Morgan, author of
“Very exciting, very polished, very impressive.”
âMike Resnick, author of
“Gritty, insightful, and daring.” âDavid Brin
“A glorious hybrid: hard science, dystopian geopolitics, and a wide-eyed sense of wonder seamlessly blended into a single book.” âPeter Watts, author of
“Elizabeth Bear has carved herself out a fantastic little world. . . . It's rare to find a book with so many characters you genuinely care about. It's a roller coaster of a good thriller, too.” âSF Crowsnest
“What Bear has done . . . is create a world that is all too plausible, one racked by environmental devastation and political chaos. . . . She conducts a tour of this society's darker corners, offering an unnerving peek into a future humankind would be wise to avoid.” âSciFi.com
“An enthralling roller-coaster ride through a dark and possible near future.” â
NOVELS OF THE PROMETHEAN AGE
Blood and Iron
Whiskey and Water
Ink and Steel
Hell and Earth
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This book is for the Bad Poets
and for Jennifer Jackson,
who between them
made me keep writing it
until I got it right.
The author wishes to thank a group of very patient, very dedicated, very painstaking friends, confidants, advisors, and musicians who shepherded this book and its writer through all its many incarnations. In no particular order: Chelsea Polk, Stella Evans, Kathryn Allen, Leah Bobet, Penelope Hardy, Jenni Smith-Gaynor, Dena Landon, Rhonda Garcia, Larry West, Jenny Tait, Jaime Voss, Kyri Freeman, Terri Trimble, Chris Coen, Jean Seok, David Williams, John Tremlett, Ruth Nestvold, Sarah Monette, Amanda Oestman, Nick Mamatas, Solomon Foster, Steve Wishnevsky, and others too numerous to name. Even more in-depth thanks are owed to Hannah Wolf Bowen, the Kelpie's wicked stepmother and resource for all things horsey, and Abigail Acland, the maintainer ofwww.tamlin.org
, one of the most outstanding examples of compulsive balladeering the Internet has ever known.
She would also like to thank her agent, Jennifer Jackson; her editor, Liz Scheier; her copy editor, Cherilyn Johnson; and her husband, Kit Kindred.
But first ye'll let the black gae by,
And then ye'll let the brown;
Then I'll ride on a milk-white steed,
You'll pull me to the ground.
â“Tam Lin,” Child Ballad version #39C
Matthew the Magician leaned against a wrought iron lamppost on Forty-second Street, idly picking at the edges of his ten iron rings and listening to his city breathe into the warm September night. That breath rippled up from underground, a hot draft exhaled in time with the harsh pulse of subway trains. A quiet night, as nights went in the belly of the beast . . .
... until his hands grew cold under the rings that focused his
senses, and he raised his eyes to the night.
Trip trap, trip trap. Who's that tripping across my bridge, Brer Fox?
Even before the vague sensation of cold resolved into something more defined, he had an idea who might have come to trouble him.
He tugged the placket of his camouflage coat together and stepped out of the shadows, into the dapples and patterns of light that were the substance of New York City at night. The coldness gave him direction; he followed it cautiously, although he could tell his targets were not nearby. And not togetherâwhich gave him pause. The stronger chill, the one that sank into the bones of his left hand, had the flavor of age and wildness about it. Ancient hunger, and the musk of a predator.