Off Armageddon Reef (Safehold Series #1)

Off Armageddon Reef (Safehold Series #1)

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Humanity pushed its way to the stars—and encountered the Gbaba, a ruthless alien race that nearly wiped us out. Earth and her colonies are now smoldering ruins, and the few survivors have fled to distant, Earth-like Safehold, to try to rebuild. But the Gbaba can detect the emissions of an industrial civilization, so the human rulers of Safehold have taken extraordinary measures: with mind control and hidden high technology, they’ve built a religion in which every Safeholdian believes, a religion designed to keep Safehold society medieval forever.


800 years pass. In a hidden chamber on Safehold, an android from the far human past awakens. This android, Merlin, emerges into Safeholdian society to begin the process of provoking technological progress, which the Church of God Awaiting has worked for centuries to prevent. To conceal his formidable powers he finds a base of operations in Charis, a mid-sized kingdom with a talent for naval warfare, where he plans to make the acquaintance of King Haarahld and Crown Prince Cayleb, and maybe, just maybe, kick off a new era of invention. Which is bound to draw the attention of the Church…and, inevitably, lead to war.


It’s going to be a long, long process. And David Weber's Off Armageddon Reef is going to be the can’t-miss Sci-Fi epic of the decade.

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ISBN-13: 9781427200655
Publisher: Macmillan Audio
Publication date: 01/09/2007
Series: Safehold Series , #1
Edition description: Unabridged
Product dimensions: 5.17(w) x 5.93(h) x 2.63(d)

About the Author

David Weber is a science fiction phenomenon. His popular Honor Harrington space-opera adventures (most recently, At All Costs) are New York Times bestsellers and can’t come out fast enough for his devoted readers.




Oliver Wyman, a native New Yorker, has appeared on stage as well as in film, and television. Oliver's work as a narrator extends to over 150 audiobooks and has won many him awards, including Audie awards for his reading of Lance Armstrong's autobiography, It's Not About the Bike, and Thomas L. Friedman's The World is Flat. Oliver has won five Audie Awards from the Audio Publisher's Association, fourteen Earphone Awards from AudioFile Magazine, and two Listen Up Awards from Publisher's Weekly. Oliver was named a 2008 Best Voice in Nonfiction & Culture by AudioFile Magainze.

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Off Armageddon Reef

By David Weber, Patrick Nielsen Hayden

Tom Doherty Associates, LLC

Copyright © 2007 David Weber
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4299-2057-5


The Temple of God, City of Zion, The Temple Lands

The Temple of God's colonnade soared effortlessly against the springtime blue of the northern sky. The columns were just over sixty feet high, and the central dome which dominated the entire majestic structure rose higher yet, to a height of a hundred and fifty feet. It shone like a huge, polished mirror in the sunlight, plated in silver and crowned with the gem-encrusted, solid-gold icon of the Archangel Langhorne, tablets of law clasped in one arm, the scepter of his holy authority raised high in the other. That icon was eighteen feet tall, glittering more brilliantly even than the dome under the morning sun. For over eight centuries, since the very dawn of Creation, that breathtakingly beautiful archangel had stood guard over God's home on Safehold, and it and the dome under it were both as brilliant and untouched by weather or time as the day they were first set in place.

The Temple sat atop an emerald green hill which lifted it even further towards God's heavens. Its gleaming dome was visible from many miles away, across the waters of Lake Pei, and it glittered like a gold and alabaster crown above the great lakeside city of Zion. It was the city's crown in more than one way, for the city itself—one of the half-dozen largest on all of Safehold, and by far its oldest—existed for only one purpose: to serve the needs of the Church of God Awaiting.

Erayk Dynnys, Archbishop of Charis, strolled slowly towards the Temple across the vast Plaza of Martyrs, dominated by the countless fountains whose dancing jets, splashing about the feet of heroic sculptures of Langhorne, Bédard, and the other archangels, cast damp, refreshing breaths of spray to the breeze. He wore the white cassock of the episcopate, and the three-cornered priest's cap upon his head bore the white cockade and dove-tailed orange ribbon of an archbishop. The fragrant scents of the northern spring wafted from the beds of flowers and flowering shrubs the Temple's gardening staff kept perfectly maintained, but the archbishop scarcely noticed. The wonders of the Temple were a part of his everyday world, and more mundane aspects of that same world often pushed them into the background of his awareness.

"So," he said to the younger man walking beside him, "I take it we still haven't received the documents from Breygart?"

"No, Your Eminence," Father Mahtaio Broun replied obediently. Unlike his patron's, his priest's cap bore only the brown cockade of an upper-priest, but the white crown embroidered on his cassock's right sleeve marked him as a senior archbishop's personal secretary and aide.

"A pity," Dynnys murmured, with just a trace of a smile. "Still, I'm sure Zherald did inform both him and Haarahld that the documentary evidence was necessary. Mother Church has done her best to see to it that both sides are fairly presented before the Ecclesiastical Court."

"Of course, Your Eminence," Father Mahtaio agreed.

Unlike the prelate he served, Broun was careful not to smile, even though he knew about the private message from Dynnys to Bishop Executor Zherald Ahdymsyn instructing him to administratively "lose" the message for at least a five-day or two. Broun was privy to most of his patron's activities, however ... discreet they might be. He simply wasn't senior enough to display amusement or satisfaction over their success. Not yet, at least. Someday, he was sure, that seniority would be his.

The two clerics reached the sweeping, majestically proportioned steps of the colonnade. Dozens of other churchmen moved up and down those steps, through the huge, opened bas-relief doors, but the stream parted around Dynnys and his aide without even a murmur of protest.

If he'd barely noticed the beauty of the Temple itself, the archbishop completely ignored the lesser clerics making way for him, just as he ignored the uniformed Temple Guards standing rigidly at attention at regular intervals, cuirasses gleaming in the sunlight, bright-edged halberds braced. He continued his stately progress, hands folded in the voluminous, orange-trimmed sleeves of his snow white cassock, while he pondered the afternoon's scheduled session.

He and Broun crossed the threshold into the vast, soaring cathedral itself. The vaulted ceiling floated eighty feet above the gleaming pavement—rising to almost twice that at the apex of the central dome—and ceiling frescoes depicting the archangels laboring at the miraculous business of Creation circled the gold and gem- encrusted ceiling. Cunningly arranged mirrors and skylights set into the Temple's roof gathered the springtime sunlight and spilled it through the frescoes in carefully directed shafts of brilliance. Incense drifted in sweet-smelling clouds and tendrils, spiraling through the sunlight like lazy serpents of smoke, and the magnificently trained voices of the Temple Choir rose in a quiet, perfectly harmonized a cappella hymn of praise.

The choir was yet another of the wonders of the Temple, trained and dedicated to the purpose of seeing to it that God's house was perpetually filled with voices raised in His praise, as Langhorne had commanded. Just before the morning choir reached the end of its assigned time, the afternoon choir would march quietly into its place in the identical choir loft on the opposite side of the cathedral, where it would join the morning choir's song. As the afternoon singers' voices rose, the morning singers' voices would fade, and, to the listening ear, unless it was very carefully trained, it would sound as if there had been no break or change at all in the hymn.

The archbishop and his aide stepped across the vast, detailed map of God's world, inlaid into the floor just inside the doors, and made their way around the circumference of the circular cathedral. Neither of them paid much attention to the priests and acolytes around the altar at the center of the circle, celebrating the third of the daily morning masses for the regular flow of pilgrims. Every child of God was required by the Writ to make the journey to the Temple at least once in his life. Obviously, that wasn't actually possible for everyone, and God recognized that, yet enough of His children managed to meet that obligation to keep the cathedral perpetually thronged with worshippers. Except, of course, during the winter months of bitter cold and deep snow.

The cathedral pavement shone with blinding brightness where the focused beams of sunlight struck it, and at each of those points lay a circular golden seal, two feet across, bearing the sigil of one of the archangels. Like the icon of Langhorne atop the Temple dome and the dome itself, those seals were as brilliant, as untouched by wear or time as the day the Temple was raised. Each of them—like the gold-veined lapis lazuli of the pavement itself, and the vast map at the entry—was protected by the three-inch-thick sheet of imperishable crystal which covered them. The blocks of lapis had been sealed into the pavement with silver, and that silver gleamed as untarnished and perfect as the gold of the seals themselves. No mortal knew how it had been accomplished, but legend had it that after the archangels had raised the Temple, they had commanded the air itself to protect both its gilded roof and that magnificent pavement for all time. However they had worked their miracle, the crystalline surface bore not a single scar, not one scuff mark, to show the endless generations of feet which had passed across it since the Creation or the perpetually polishing mops of the acolytes responsible for maintaining its brilliance.

Dynnys' and Broun's slippered feet made no sound, adding to the illusion that they were, in fact, walking upon air, as they circled to the west side of the cathedral and passed through one of the doorways there into the administrative wings of the Temple. They passed down broad hallways, illuminated by skylights and soaring windows of the same imperishable crystal and decorated with priceless tapestries, paintings, and statuary. The administrative wings, like the cathedral, were the work of divine hands, not of mere mortals, and stood as pristine and perfect as the day they had been created.

Eventually, they reached their destination. The conference chamber's door was flanked by two more Temple Guards, although these carried swords, not halberds, and their cuirasses bore the golden starburst of the Grand Vicar quartered with the Archangel Schueler's sword. They came smartly to attention as the archbishop and his aide passed them without so much as a glance.

Three more prelates and their aides, accompanied by two secretaries and a trio of law masters, awaited them.

"So, here you are, Erayk. At last," one of the other archbishops said dryly as Dynnys and Broun crossed to the conference table.

"I beg your pardon, Zhasyn," Dynnys said with an easy smile. "I was unavoidably delayed, I'm afraid."

"I'm sure." Archbishop Zhasyn Cahnyr snorted. Cahnyr, a lean, sparely built man, was archbishop of Glacierheart, in the Republic of Siddarmark, and while Dynnys' cassock bore the black scepter of the Order of Langhorne on its right breast, Cahnyr's showed the green-trimmed brown grain sheaf of the Order of Sondheim. The two men had known one another for years ... and there was remarkably little love lost between them.

"Now, now, Zhasyn," Urvyn Myllyr, Archbishop of Sodar, chided. Myllyr was built much like Dynnys himself: too well-fleshed to be considered lean, yet not quite heavy enough to be considered fat. He also wore the black scepter of Langhorne, but where Dynnys' graying hair was thinning and had once been golden blond, Myllyr's was a still-thick salt-and-pepper black. "Be nice," he continued now, smiling at Cahnyr. "Some delays truly are unavoidable, you know. Even"—he winked at Dynnys—"Erayk's."

Cahnyr did not appear mollified, but he contented himself with another snort and sat back in his chair.

"Whatever the cause, at least you are here now, Erayk," the third prelate observed, "so let's get started, shall we?"

"Of course, Wyllym," Dynnys replied, not obsequiously, but without the insouciance he'd shown Cahnyr.

Wyllym Rayno, Archbishop of Chiang-wu, was several years younger than Dynnys, and unlike a great many of Mother Church's bishops and archbishops, he had been born in the province which had since become his archbishopric. He was short, dark, and slender, and there was something ... dangerous about him. Not surprisingly, perhaps. While Dynnys, Cahnyr, and Myllyr all wore the white cassocks of their rank, Rayno, as always, wore the habit of a simple monk in the dark purple of the Order of Schueler. The bared sword of the order's patron stood out starkly on the right breast of that dark habit, white and trimmed in orange to proclaim his own archbishop's rank, but its episcopal white was less important than the golden flame of Jwo-jeng superimposed across it. That flame-crowned sword marked him as the Schuelerite Adjutant General, which made him effectively the executive officer of Vicar Zhaspyr Clyntahn, the Grand Inquisitor himself.

As always, the sight of that habit gave Dynnys a slight twinge. Not that he'd ever had any personal quarrel with Rayno. It was more a matter of ...tradition than anything else.

Once upon a time, the rivalry between his own Order of Langhorne and the Schuelerites had been both open and intense, but the struggle for primacy within the Temple had been decided in the Schuelerites' favor generations ago. The Order of Schueler's role as the guardian of doctrinal orthodoxy had given it a powerful advantage, which had been decisively strengthened by the judicious political maneuvering within the Temple's hierarchy which had absorbed the Order of Jwo-jeng into the Schuelerites. These days, the Order of Langhorne stood clearly second within that hierarchy, which made the Schuelerite practice of dressing as humble brothers of their order, regardless of their personal rank in the Church's hierarchy, its own form of arrogance.

Dynnys sat in the armchair awaiting him, Broun perched on the far humbler stool behind his archbishop's chair, and Rayno gestured to one of the law masters.

"Begin," he said.

"Your Eminences," the law master, a monk of Dynnys' own order, said, standing behind the neat piles of legal documents on the table before him, "as you all know, the purpose of the meeting of this committee of the Ecclesiastical Court is to consider a final recommendation on the succession dispute in the earldom of Hanth. We have researched the applicable law, and each of you has received a digest of our findings. We have also summarized the testimony before this committee and the documents submitted to it. As always, we are but the Court's servants. Having provided you with all of the information available to us, we await your pleasure."

He seated himself once more, and Rayno looked around the conference table at his fellow archbishops.

"Is there any need to reconsider any of the points of law which have been raised in the course of these hearings?" he asked. Heads shook silently in reply. "Are there any disputes about the summary of the testimony we've already heard or the documents we've already reviewed?" he continued, and, once again, heads shook. "Very well. Does anyone have anything new to present?"

"If I may, Wyllym?" Cahnyr said, and Rayno nodded for him to continue. The lean archbishop turned to look at Dynnys.

"At our last meeting, you told us you were still awaiting certain documents from Bishop Executor Zherald. Have they arrived?"

"I fear not," Dynnys said, shaking his head gravely.

Zherald Ahdymsyn was officially Dynnys' assistant; in fact, he was the de facto acting archbishop for Dynnys' distant archbishopric and the manager of Dynnys' own vast estates there. Charis was the next best thing to twelve thousand miles from the Temple, and there was no way Dynnys could have personally seen to the pastoral requirements of "his" parishioners and also dealt with all of the other responsibilities which attached to his high office. So, like the vast majority of prelates whose sees lay beyond the continent of Haven or its sister continent, Howard, to the south, he left those pastoral and local administrative duties to his bishop executor. Once a year, despite the hardship involved, Dynnys traveled to Charis for a monthlong pastoral visit; the rest of the year, he relied upon Ahdymsyn. The bishop executor might not be the most brilliant man he'd ever met, but he was dependable and understood the practical realities of Church politics. He was also less greedy than most when it came to siphoning off personal wealth.

"But you did request that he send them?" Cahnyr pressed, and Dynnys allowed an expression of overtried patience to cross his face.

"Of course I did, Zhasyn," he replied. "I dispatched the original request via semaphore to Clahnyr over two months ago, as we all agreed, to be relayed by sea across the Cauldron. Obviously, I couldn't go into a great deal of detail in a semaphore message, but Father Mahtaio sent a more complete request via wyvern the same day, and it reached Clahnyr barely a five-day later. We also notified Sir Hauwerd's man of law here in Zion of our requirements and informed him that we were passing the request along to his client."

"'Two months ago' doesn't leave very much time for any documentation to arrive from so far away. Particularly at this time of year, given the sort of storms they have in the Cauldron every fall," Cahnyr observed in a deliberately neutral tone, and Dynnys showed his fellow prelate his teeth in what might possibly have been called a smile.

"True," he said almost sweetly. "On the other hand, the message was sent over two months ago, which seems more than sufficient time for Zherald to have relayed my request to Sir Hauwerd and for Sir Hauwerd to have responded. And for a dispatch vessel from Charis to cross back to Clahnyr, weather or no weather, with at least a semaphore message to alert us that the documents in question were on their way. In fact, I've exchanged another complete round of messages with Zherald on other topics over the same time frame, so I feel quite sure the dispatch boats are surviving the crossing, despite any autumn gales."


Excerpted from Off Armageddon Reef by David Weber, Patrick Nielsen Hayden. Copyright © 2007 David Weber. Excerpted by permission of Tom Doherty Associates, LLC.
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Table of Contents


May, Year of God 890,
August, Year of God 890,
September, Year of God 890,
October, Year of God 890,
November, Year of God 890,
February, Year of God 891,
April, Year of God 891,
June, Year of God 891,
July, Year of God 891,
August, Year of God 891,
September, Year of God 891,
October, Year of God 891,
November, Year of God 891,
February, Year of God 892,
March, Year of God 892,
April, Year of God 892,
A Note on Safeholdian Timekeeping,
Tor Books by David Weber,

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Off Armageddon Reef (Safehold Series #1) 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 229 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
In the early part of the twenty-fifth century, the Gbaba had succeeded in almost making humanity extinct. Had the Gbaba known that even one human remained, they would have hunted him down and finished their task. In a last desperate move, the people under Admiral Pei gave up their lives to insure that a few human beings slipped away without the Gbaba's knowledge. It was called Operation Ark and was to create a refuge for humanity without the betraying high-tech spoor which might draw Gbaba scout ships to it. The colonists aboard the Ark would sleep for many, many years. ............... The sleeping colonists had volunteered to have false memories of a false life implanted. None of them expected the colony's chief administrator, Langhorne, and the colony's chief psychologist, Bédard, to also program them into believing that Operation Ark's command staff were gods. There were quite a few among the command staff who balked at the notion of people actually worshiping them, mere humans no matter how advanced in technology, but it was too late. The deed had been done. A short revolution ended with the deaths of all the command staff. ............... The colonists led simple lives on the planet they named Safeholden. Invention, progress, change, any advancement at all is strictly forbidden. In orbit, a surveillance system still sweeps the planet, automatically striking anything that emits tech spoors. The colonists believe these rare blasts to be lightning bolts from their god, Langhorne, to keep them in line. Even in death, Langhorne would have won had it not been for Pei Kau-yung and a few select others. Kau-yung's elite few hid a PICA (Personality-Integrated Cybernetic Avatar) deep beneath a mountain. It looked, thought, felt, and basically WAS the human female named Nimue Alban. The biological Nimue had been one of the more brilliant tactical officers the Terran Federation Navy had ever produced. She had been one of the many that sacrificed her life for Operator Ark to succeed. A PICA may not have a heart, but it is identical to a real human, fully functional. This Nimue can eat, sleep, bleed, feel emotions, and more. However, this Nimue can do so many things that a real human could never accomplish. Kau-yung also left Nimue several high-tech gadgets. But nothing that would attract the attention of the orbital surveillance system. This Nimue 'slept' beneath the mountain until Kau-yung's recording 'woke' her up...750 years later. ............ Nimue Alban's task is to undo the mess created by Langhorne and Bédard's extra programming to the colonists. She is to restore the rich, varied heritage to the humanity from whom it had been stolen. And since this Nimue is 98% as real as the biological Nimue, she takes her tasks very seriously indeed. ...................... **** Author David Weber never writes a short novel. This is because he is so descriptive, especially when it comes to weaponry and tactical maneuvers. There is absolutely no way that I can write a clear, concise synopsis of the book without it being over triple the size of this one. However, I believe I managed to give enough so that potential readers can decide whether or not this book is one they wish to purchase. This is the first of a new series by Weber, who has taken the sci-fi community by storm since his first Honor Harrington novel was debuted. And it has created a solid foundation upon which the rest of this series will build upon. Very well done and highly recommended! ****
laurak122 More than 1 year ago
I loved this book; it was the first David Weber I had read. Needless to say, I've anxiously awaited and read the following books from this series (Safehold). Weber creates believable people and writes strong women quite well. As a professional woman, I am often dismayed and disappointed at how women and/or their thinking patterns are portrayed in novels. Weber however, grasps that women are in fact intelligent, not necessarily who needs to trip or fall down, and capable of great accomplishments. He manages this while not demeaning men at all! Put this together with super sci-fi, detailed world creation and an exciting plot - this book "wowed" me! It started slow (like his other books I've read), but by 1/3 of the way through, I feel I can't put the story down.
xcytble More than 1 year ago
Stop reading all of these reviews... go out and buy the book. Just go. Now................. are you still here? You will LOVE this read! I loved it SO much, I went out and purchased the latest follow-up in HARD COVER. David Weber is QUITE the author/story-teller. What I would give for Spielberg to pick this one up for film!
johnpinkston More than 1 year ago
I didn't think I would ever use the string of words that I used in the title in quite that way. Weber sets up a great storyline that starts in the future with humanities eminent destruction. The question that he works on answering is how far would you go to save everything? This beginning story describes a great account of competing philosophical factions that face off using societal construction as their weapons of choice. All of this is counterbalanced by some of the best action sequences that I've read in a long time. This book is well worth your time and you won't be disappointed.
dalnewt More than 1 year ago
This is an excellent fantasy read. The plot is enthralling and the characters are well-developed and engaging. The pace is fast and the action is exemplary. I highly recommend this book to anyone who likes swashbuckling sci-fi fantasy grounded in western european historical events and embellished with imaginative hi-tech concepts.
RealRocketsRedGlare More than 1 year ago
Man this book has everything! just couldn't put it down. worth every cent. I won't be giving this one to the local library. It stays in my collection!
eoMedia More than 1 year ago
Have you ever thought what it might be like to travel back in time with your knowledge of today, what could you "invent" with that knowledge then this is a great book for you. I love Sci-Fi, not fantasty, but in this case David Weber has managed to blend a truly science fiction story withing a setting that includes rowed galleons and sword fighting. I'm looking for a sequel to continue the story, so David when you read this review (of course you read every review right?), get writing the next one!
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readinggeek451 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This was good, although I kind of wish he wasn't starting on Yet Another New Series right now. In some ways it's typical Weber: lots of political/diplomatic maneuvering, leading up to a few climactic battles. Here, though, those battles are fought with sailing ships and cannons rather than starship and nukes. It's very definitely science fiction, but most of the book resembles a medievaloid fantasy (okay, 18th century). My biggest gripe is with the names, which are all subtly and systematically mutated from modern English. There are excellent world-building reasons for this (although I think some of them should have been based on Chinese etc.), but it drove me crazy. They were just familiar enough to not trigger my weird-names filter*, but just different enough to not really be familiar. I kept tripping over them in the beginning. I eventually got used to them, sort of, but I still kept slowing down when I hit a new one, to figure out the origin.*When reading SF/fantasy, I just let the unusual names flow over me, not worrying too much about pronunciation, just memorizing the shapes enough to keep the characters separate. It usually works very well.
seekingflight on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Predictable and long-winded, to an extent, but still interesting, moving and thought-provoking in parts. Humanity has been virtually wiped out by a relentless alien race, who have detected and destroyed every offshoot colony by their emissions. So a new colony is established, complete with a new religion, the tenets of which strictly prohibit any form of technological innovation. The founders of the colony who disagreed with this approach have an ace up their sleeves, but what can Merlin, our protagonist, do in the face of a society built from the ground up on these beliefs?This certainly wouldn't appeal to everyone, but I liked thinking about the questions that it raised for me. How do you fight a religion that has been developed only as a means of social control? To what extent can these deeply held beliefs be shifted, and with what consequences? How can you free people who don¿t realise that they¿re in chains? I'm intrigued enough to continue the series ...
reannon on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Excellent science fiction...fine example of SF's ability to ask what if. In this case, what if a space-faring humanity meets an alien race that destroys any other civilization they find? Humanity is almost extinct, but manages to hide one colony world. To enable Safehold's survival, the colonists have implanted memories that their world was created by God and his Archangels. Holy Writ sets out technologies that are proscribed, and Holy Mother Church has the Inquisition as its enforcers.The side opposed to this invented religion were all killed - except one human-like robot that survives with the memories of Nimue, and is awakened 900 years after the founding of Safehold. Nimue transforms into Merlin, and Merlin uses his technology in hidden ways to help the kingdom of Charis, a place where human innovation is beginning to recover.Weber has done a really marvelous job of world building. Given the premise, the world he describes is believable, and it is believable that these characters would have come from this culture. The good guys are extraordinary and use both their reason and their heart. They are believable, however, in that in any world there will be some people who are superlative. The bad guys are, more than anything, the result of one institution having far too much power and having been corrupted thereby. And by their lights they are acting to preserve the culture handed to them by God.It is a pleasure to read a work so well-crafted and imagined. I have the next book in hand and anticipate more wonderful reading. Mark, I owe you a dinner or something for introducing me to this author.
ElementalDragon on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
If you are expecting something with the amount of action in a typical Honor Harrington novel, prepare to be disappointed. This does not, however make this a bad book. I liked the fact that it was something different from Weber's Honor series, although I enjoy them immensely, as well. The struggles of humanity to establish a colony in the face of a interstellar race bent on utterly erasing human life from the universe. The corruption of the leaders of the expedition that changes the intended course of the colony. The growth of the first few towns into countries that encompass the whole of the new world. The curiosity of the human spirit that causes one country to set itself against the world spanning religion of the corrupt founders. The appearance of technology from the far past that will save that one country from annihilation and propel it and the whole world into an uncertain and unstable future.This novel is much more about intrigue and political maneuvering than some of Weber's other works. I am very much looking forward to seeing where this series goes.
TadAD on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is the start of a series that recasts the Arthurian legends as science fiction. I finished the book but I had absolutely no desire to rush out and grab the next one in the series. These tales have been done so many times that it really requires something a bit above ordinary for me to want to pursue them...and this didn't reach that level.
gilroy on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
World building, for both Science Fiction and Fantasy, take a lot of work to develop the story to the point where the action can move without having to explain a lot of what one wants to have happen. David Weber has shown a knack for building amazing worlds with Honor Harrington, The Oathriders, and the Dahak series. This new series proves no difference than those listed. The world is detailed, and extensively designed by a man who has something to say about the Church and its strangle hold on political practices. This is a series about making a statement.Of note, Mr. Weber does a masterful job with naval battle description and vivid detail to put you on the bridge of the ship in question. Doesn't matter if the vessel is naval in the nautical sense or the space faring sense. The important part of these descriptions is the ships, their distance, and their tactics. When the battles get down to actual hand to hand connections, they do have a little difficulty. I thoroughly enjoyed this book, though admit it took time to spin up its drive and get going to decent action. Now that the world is built, the rest of the series should flow much smoother.
Homechicken on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I had to put this book down because the spelling errors were distracting me from the story. Seriously, if an AUTHOR can't figure out the difference between "then" and "than", and their book gets published with multiple (I stopped after the 3rd then/than mixup, maybe 120 pages in) identical mistakes, they can't have cared too much about the book OR the story.Do they even use proofreaders anymore? Did the editor even read the book? I tried to give it a chance, but this kind of problem just shouldn't happen, so .5 stars because I couldn't rate it 0.
gimble on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book starts off painfully with the author using names that are difficult to pronounce and distinguish from one another. After this little hiccup, the name issue does resurface throughout the book, the story of the earth last decedents is intriguing. The last human to know the true history of earth civilization is not human at all and has the task of trying to teach humanity that which it has lost. This task is made more difficult by a strange religion that has been ingrained and could possiby keep the knowledge from ever being known.
jjmcgaffey on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Interesting world and story. I'd read snippets of the second book, but even though I knew something of what would happen at the end the action drew me in well. Lots of echoes of Weber's other work (the only one I can recall offhand is Houseman as a character name), and an echo of H. Beam Piper with the verifier (blue/red!). I want to know what Arawes means/is derived from. Also - Merlin should have been Myrlyn to match all the other spellings - does he never write his name down? It's not as good as Honor or Bahzell, or even Prince Roger, but I'll keep an eye on the series.
dd0029 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Spiritual successor to Heir's of Empire, this time from the naval point of view. The first half is kind of slow, lots of typical Weber data dumps, but the second half sees an agreeable uptake in the action.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
After page 700 the book only kept repeating the same passages for over 35 pages. Did not get to read the ending.
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I've enjoyed reading this book more than once. The merging of history with science fiction and creating a futuristic "throwback" society out of it is well done.
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Good start to a promising series
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