Osic is an honest narrator, if only from his perspective, and Wolverton is careful to reveal no more than Osic would based on the moment in time. Things happen, and with every page, they keep happening. It is, in the true sense, an adventure, not because of the excitement and danger, of which there is plenty, but because of the suspense and plot changes. And despite the warning that was on the back of the book ("to sign on as a mercenary with the Japanese Motoki Corporation in its genocidal war against the barbarian Yabajin."), I could clearly say to myself: "I didn't see that coming." One minute Osic is escaping assassins aboard a shuttle to an orbiting station and the next moment he's signing on to serve as a mercenary in a war on a planet twenty years away from Earth. Because in his genius, Wolverton never really warns you. As he discovered the next step, so did I, and the process kept me turning pages, not just to discover what would happen next, but even why. I mean, yes, we were clearly on the way to paradise (or were we?), but Osic never set off on a quest or intentionally seemed to choose his path. Unlike so many epic sized stories, I could never tell exactly where Wolverton was taking me, and I liked it. He will flee assassins, fight for his life, and find himself a mercenary in his eighties. Angelo Osic is a pharmacologist, selling his wares from a roadside kiosk somewhere in Panama when a woman tumbles out of a taxi looking for help and dragging him on an incredible journey across the distance between stars. is Wolverton's first novel, a piece of science-fiction set sometime in the not too distant future, perhaps a century or two down the road. And I haven't even talked about yet, have I? After finding the first () sufficiently amazing after just a few chapters, I picked up another two. At the most, perhaps it would even be a good book.Īllow me to insert the cliched third person omniscient foreboding here: little did I know what was in store for me.Īfter a modicum of research, I found myself buying not one, but three books by Wolverton (,, and, of course). A local author with some renown, his son in need, and climbing medical bills? At the very least, I would help fellow human being in need, discover a new author and pick up a new book. Further, according to Correia, Wolverton was something of a "godfather" to fiction writers in Utah (coincidentally, where I'm at), shepherding over 200 writers to publication.Īll Correia asked is that folks would buy Wolverton's latest book (preferably through a link to Amazon that would maximize Wolverton's take). Wolverton's son had been in a longboarding accident and was in a coma. , the author of the larger than life series posted on his blog that, an author I had never heard of, was in dire straights and needed help.
Sometimes the best books are found entirely by accident.
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