It’s A Great Big City…
When I started out in science fiction and fantasy, I was going to write space opera (as detailed in my post at Mad Genius Club ). Those of you who know my work or are willing to check out http://www.sarahahoyt.com probably know the story took various detours. However, my seventeenth written/sold book is definitely space opera… whoo-hoo.
Only when my most reliable writing friend – Dave Freer – read it, he told me “Sarah, it’s urban fantasy.”
Okay, I’ve written UF in the past and hope to write it again in the future. But this was pushing it. “It’s in space, Dave,” I said, reasonably. “Oh, okay, fine, I’ll give you that the asteroid is mostly one large, large city, but it’s still in space. And there are no vampires. Or werewolves.”
“Your main male character/reluctant love interest is an Enhanced Life Form with cat eyes and calico hair. He has the superpower of moving very fast. He has a vulnerability to light other humans don’t have. His job title IS Cat. Face it, you’ve written urban fantasy in space!”
I did what any reasonable woman does when faced with a stubborn male. I flung the door shut loud enough for him to hear it – and let me tell you, considering he was in South Africa at the time and I was in Colorado, that was very loud. Yes, that IS what you heard around September some time – and went into my office to sulk over a cup of Earl Grey and a rousing game of computer Mah Jong.
After a while my disgruntled mumbles of “Urban fantasy my foot” and “I know I can write Science Fiction” and “Special power, ah!” grew slightly more gruntled. After another while, they stopped altogether.
Thing is, you see, Dave just might be right. When I started out, in the Ordovician, I wanted to write science fiction, and I read mostly science fiction. But a funny thing happened on the way to publication. I got interested in urban fantasy. And mystery. And all sorts of other things. And all of those seem to have… uh… seeded my writing, so that it’s no longer “pure space opera.” In fact, it’s not really pure anything. Except perhaps pure me, which is very scary indeed.
Which probably explains that while I took forever setting up the world, working through future history, building plausible tech and researching all the little finicky details, the book reads like Urban Fantasy.
There’s Athena Hera Sinistra, who starts out as Daddy’s daughter. At least if one understands that daddy is “Daddy Dearest” who is one of the fifty most powerful men on Earth and who has tried to subdue her by putting her into mental hospitals, juvenile correction facilities, tough boarding schools and even tougher reprogramming camps. None of it worked. Athena can clean up and be the society daughter. Most of the time, though, she faces life with clenched fists and a ready foot – known and feared wherever fighting men cover their privates. Her extraordinary speed – not a super power! grumble – gives her an edge over even a superior number of enemies.
But even she cannot do much against her father’s contingent of goons clad head to toe in dimatough armour. No, her only defense against that is to escape Father’s space cruiser in a life pod into what should be uninhabited space. Only to be rescued by Kit Klaavil, a dangerous man who, beyond his cat eyes and calico hair, and his speed that is much faster than hers, has issues. Oh, and his issues have issues. And those are coming home carrying little litters of issues. That one of those issues is with women due to a very bad first marriage doesn’t help things.
Athena, of course, does what comes naturally and tries to strangle him. He’s a match for her strength, but not for her … inventiveness. An inventiveness that will get her – and him – in serious trouble as they face problems in his native – and illegal – colony, Eden, and even bigger problems and a man hunt for her back on Earth. A man hunt that, if successful, will be worse than death for Athena, and at least death for Kit Klaavil.
The book also features the world’s weirdest love declaration, odd societies and even odder people. And I suppose the villains could marginally be considered vampires. For a definition of vampire. From a science fiction point of view. They do live off the lives of others. And both Kit and Thena find out they, themselves, are not exactly as normal (for a given definition of normal) as they seem to be. Grumble, grumble, grumble… Dave was right, I suppose – slams door – and this has to count as the most far-flung urban fantasy ever.
The weird part is that I can’t wait to write the (already started) sequel. Even if it is – grumble, grumble (grabs Earl Grey) – Urban Fantasy. In space. With cat-eyed love interest.
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For those wishing to check it out, I have three chapters at sarahahoyt.livejournal.com I also have a copy to mail to someone who comments on this post OR on the (long) snippet. I’ll put all the names in a hat and get one of the many cats (you don’t want to know) to pull one out. (It’s NOT unlikely. My husband has taught one of them to high five. No, you don’t want to know about that either. Grumble.)
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