Robyn Banks

I’ve got another book out. Fiction, barely sci-fi. If you purchased “Heinlein’s Finches” on the Kindle, you can refresh your copy and get the first chapter of the new book free and for no money. So far, business as usual.

 

What’s new and somewhat exciting is that Amazon is launching a competition for the month of May. The winner gets £20k, a publishing contract for a translation, and most likely a very brown nose – way it goes. Chances of me getting there are so slim as to be transparent, but £20k is two years’ take-home for me, so I’m giving it a go.

So essentially this is me asking y’all to have a look at the damn thing (free sample on the Kindle should give you a fair idea of whether you can tolerate it), and if you like it, review it and shit. I’ll spare you saying “please” because if you’d really rather not do it, then I’d rather you didn’t too. Seriously. It’s a long book and it’s going to take up a bunch of your time that I can’t possibly give back.

WARNING: Strong Language, Violence, Sexual Violence.

 

 

This is how it all started:

I went for a camping holiday with my dogs. I took some 1970s feminist sci-fi with me (Suzette Haden Elgin – I highly recommend her). Then I found some Conan Dark Horse comics in a second-hand shop, and started reading those, too. The two things somehow meshed in my head; they have a rather different take on gender issues, so they provided an interesting contrast. I was walking around with the dogs most of the time, which always helps me think. I started to wonder about how things are, and how things could be, and what that could do to different people. I thought about people I don’t know but I’d like to meet, and the more I thought about them the more I liked them and wanted to meet them. So I had to write a damn book to know what happened to them.

This is what came out:

WARNING: Violence, Strong Language, Sexual Content. And pig rustling.

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