Priests of Mars, Covers, and Necromunda Campaign Pix
As a general rule, I don’t tend to whore work out for all to see. Not my colleagues’, not my friends’, and rarely even my own beyond showing some cover art after long waits, throwing up a prologue (when it’s ready…) or linking to a few novel reviews. I’m not, shall we say, up to my nuts in the lifestyle of a literary pimp.
But I finally got hold of Graham’s Priests of Mars, which makes up 50% of the Black Library novels I’m most looking forward to in 2012 (the other half of that demographic being Dan’s forthcoming Pariah). These’ll be the two books I awkwardly smile about when I ask the other guys to sign them, and these’ll be the two books where both Graham and Dan shake their heads slightly as they scrawl their signatures, wondering if I’ll ever man the fuck up.
(Spoiler: I won’t.)
I read the first half of this in a Word.doc a while back, and it’s my fave thing Graham’s ever written. If you buy it on my recommendation and totally hate it, feel free to unleash your online e-wrath upon me, via the method of blog commentary. But seriously, I was in love with its raw Rogue Trader-era-ness, so I’ll break my covenant of silence to recommend it to any sci-fi fan.
In other news, Priests of Mars has the best cover of any 40K book ever, and it’s making me rethink my demands that “Seriously, I’ll only do the Abaddon / Black Legion / Rise of the Warmaster series if I can have Raymond Swanland do the cover.” Because Slawomir Maniak is clearly The Sex. Check out both artists work with some Googling. Tell me what you think.
By the by, I’ll be in Dublin this Saturday, with Dan and Graham, signing in the GW there (the staff there, by the way, were awesome enough to make my Realms of Battle board for me).
With the (long) weekend done and the Necromunda campaign underway, I’m a little behind in my work. Alexander teething early isn’t helping when it comes to sleep, either. Nevertheless, for those of you who demanded pics of the Necromunda jazz going on, here’s a slice of what went down over the three days of bloodshed and carnage in the Underhive:
Incidentally, my Cawdors sucked, but didn’t die.
Katie’s Eschers are already the gang to beat, out of the 10 of us playing. She’s deadly.