It’s publication day for THE EMPEROR OF MARS. It’s also the day that SECRETS OF THE DRAGON TOMB comes out in paperback, in case you’ve been waiting for a cheaper version.
Publication day is always super busy, and I haven’t done nearly everything I meant to, but I did go out with the boys, eight-year-old MrD and four-year-old MrX, to a cafe and then a bookstore, so who can say fairer than that? To be honest, I’d happily do that every day…
If you haven’t read SECRETS OF THE DRAGON TOMB already, THE EMPEROR OF MARS will work on its own, but I do think you’d have more fun if you read SECRETS first.
While you’re here, here’s a (spoiler-free) extract from Chapter Three of THE EMPEROR OF MARS. Enjoy!
THE EMPEROR OF MARS extract
In two days, the museum was opening a new gallery stuffed full of the amazing artifacts we’d found in our dragon tomb.
We pushed our way through the heavy, iron-studded door, and deafening noise immediately washed over us.
“Look out!” Putty shouted.
I ducked just in time as something swooped by, almost taking my head off.
The entrance hall was in chaos. For a moment, I thought the museum had been attacked. But it was almost worse: Dozens of junior curators were rushing around the lobby in panic, shouting and waving, while a cluster of automatic servants strained to carry a large, elaborate artifact toward a nearby gallery. One of the curators had even put on a pair of pneumatic wings and was flapping around, out of control, almost crashing into the other curators, the artifact, the walls, and us. The automatic servants wobbled, the curators shouted contradictory instructions, and any moment the whole thing was going to end in disaster.
“Hey!” Putty shouted. “That’s our artifact! You’d better not drop it!”
I’d never quite figured out what the artifact was supposed to be. It was made of hundreds of brass balls, each the size of Putty’s fist, all connected together with thin brass rods. We’d found it in the dragon tomb when we’d been taking shelter from Sir Titus. Before I’d had a chance to look at it, he’d smashed it to bits with his excavator. The museum had spent the last few months restoring it, but I still didn’t know what it was, and no one else seemed to, either. It looked a bit like a man crouching, ready to jump up. Or maybe like a bowl of noodles tipped over a sculpture made of marbles.
“Look,” Putty said. “There’s Dr. Guzman. Why don’t you ask him about Rothan Gal?”
I eyed the small, dust-smeared junior-under- curator standing on the far side of the lobby. “Why don’t you ask him?”
“He’s awfully boring. You deal with boring better than I do.”
“Thanks?” I said.
THE EMPEROR OF MARS
SECRETS OF THE DRAGON TOMB
THE DINOSAUR HUNTERS
And, of course, there’s my novella, THE DINOSAUR HUNTERS, set in the same world but with different characters:
Coming up sometime this year, I’ll be releasing a new short story, THE BAD GUYS, set right after THE EMPEROR OF MARS finishes. Hang around for it.
Right now I’m working on a new humorous middle grade fantasy which I hope you’ll all get to see before too long!