Terminal Uprising by Hines Jim C. (English) Paperback Book

Description: Terminal Uprising by Hines Jim C. The Hitchhikers Guide for todays generation from a Hugo-award winning author. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description Now in paperback, the second book of the Janitors of the Post-Apocalypse follows the unlikely heroes trying to save the galaxy from a zombie plague.Hugo award-winning author Hines returns to science fiction with the second book of the Janitors of the Post-Apocalypse, featuring the unlikely heroes that may just save the galaxy from a zombie plague.Human civilization didnt just fall. It was pushed.The Krakau came to Earth in the year 2104. By 2105, humanity had been reduced to shambling, feral monsters. In the Krakaus defense, it was an accident, and a century later, they did come back and try to fix us. Sort of.Its been four months since Marion "Mops" Adamopoulos learned the truth of that accident. Four months since she and her team of hygiene and sanitation specialists stole the EMCS Pufferfish and stopped a bioterrorism attack against the Krakau homeworld. Four months since she set out to find proof of what really happened on Earth all those years ago.Between trying to protect their secrets and fighting the xenocidal Prodryans, whove been escalating their war against everyone who isnt Prodryan, the Krakau have their tentacles full.Mops mission changes when she learns of a secret Krakau laboratory on Earth. A small group under command of Fleet Admiral Belle-Bonne Sage is working to create a new weapon, one that could bring victory over the Prodryans ... or drown the galaxy in chaos.To discover the truth, Mops and her rogue cleaning crew will have to do the one thing she fears most- return to Earth, a world overrun by feral apes, wild dogs, savage humans, and worse. (After all, the planet hasnt been cleaned in a century and a half!) What Mops finds in the filthy ruins of humanity could change everything, assuming she survives long enough to share it.Perhaps humanity isnt as dead as the galaxy thought. Author Biography Jim C. Hines has published more than forty short stories as well as numerous fantasy and sci-fi novels, including the humorous Jig the Dragonslayer trilogy; the Princess series, which re-imagines traditional fairy-tale princesses as butt-kicking action heroines; and the Magic Ex Libris series, about a centuries-old secret society dedicated to the use and control of book magic. In 2012, he won the Hugo for Best Fan Writer. Review Praise for The Janitors of the Post-Apocalypse"The book is damn hilarious. Its less Tanya Huff and more Phules Company in the best possible way. Its witty and sharp, it sneaks in some social commentary, and it skates just on the right side of the line between clever absurdity and complete chaos." —Ilona Andrews, #1 New York Times bestselling author"A high-stakes romp full of interstellar hi-jinks and pulse-pounding action. Jim Hiness space janitors are the unlikeliest crew of heroes ever to save a galaxy." —Lisa Shearin, New York Times-bestselling author of the Raine Benares novels"Its like Guardians of the Galaxy meets MacGyver, with zombies." —Howard Tayler, Hugo-winning author of Schlock Mercenary"Jim Hines is one of the funniest, and most fun, writers in our genre! Terminal Alliance skewers science fiction tropes and takes on a wild romp through an original universe." —Tobias S. Buckell, author of the Xenowealth series"Terminal Alliance was a really fun read. Mops is a great POV character, and I enjoyed the way that the maintenance crew got to be the heroes—but also they didnt just pick up the controls of the ship and fly around as though it were super easy." —Ann Leckie, Nebula- and Hugo-winning author of Ancillary Justice"I enjoyed Terminal Alliance very much. Its a spunky, irreverent interstellar romp with most unlikely heroes and frequent laugh-out-loud moments. I look forward to more adventures featuring this delightful cast of galactic janitors." —Marko Kloos, author of the Frontlines series"Like the slightly demented love child of Douglas Adams and Elizabeth Moon, Terminal Alliance is clever, silly, full of surprises, and unfailingly entertaining. Apparently Jim C. Hines is capable of being funny in every genre." —Deborah Blake, author of the Baba Yaga series"Hines (Libriomancer) delivers a fantastic space opera that doesnt skimp on the action and excitement but pairs it with a hefty dose of slightly scatological humor. The author is especially clever in having Mops and her team leverage cleaning tools and a knowledge of spaceship plumbing to fight their enemies." —Library Journal (starred)"[Terminal Alliance] is also good science fiction: a solid premise, an expansive universe, a compelling history, a strong and varied cast of characters, pulse-pounding action, and a galactic crisis with high stakes. The fact that its funny is icing on a rich and delicious cake. Clever, and should appeal to fans of Douglas Adams and John Scalzi." —Booklist"Subtle absurdist humor permeates the narrative, derived from faulty translations, cultural references without context, and unconventional solutions to problems. Clever characterization and action-packed moments round out this thoroughly satisfying outing." —Publishers Weekly Promotional Now in paperback, the second book of the Janitors of the Post-Apocalypse follows the unlikely heroes trying to save the galaxy from a zombie plague. Review Quote Praise for The Janitors of the Post-Apocalypse: "The book is damn hilarious. Its less Tanya Huff and more Phules Company in the best possible way. Its witty and sharp , it sneaks in some social commentary, and it skates just on the right side of the line between clever absurdity and complete chaos." --Ilona Andrews, #1 New York Times bestselling author "A high-stakes romp full of interstellar hi-jinks and pulse-pounding action . Jim Hiness space janitors are the unlikeliest crew of heroes ever to save a galaxy." --Lisa Shearin, New York Times -bestselling author of the Raine Benares novels "Its like Guardians of the Galaxy meets MacGyver , with zombies . " --Howard Tayler, Hugo-winning author of Schlock Mercenary " Jim Hines is one of the funniest, and most fun, writers in our genre! Terminal Alliance skewers science fiction tropes and takes on a wild romp through an original universe ." --Tobias S. Buckell, author of the Xenowealth series " Terminal Alliance was a really fun read. Mops is a great POV character , and I enjoyed the way that the maintenance crew got to be the heroes--but also they didnt just pick up the controls of the ship and fly around as though it were super easy." --Ann Leckie, Nebula- and Hugo-winning author of Ancillary Justice "I enjoyed Terminal Alliance very much. Its a spunky, irreverent interstellar romp with most unlikely heroes and frequent laugh-out-loud moments. I look forward to more adventures featuring this delightful cast of galactic janitors." --Marko Kloos, author of the Frontlines series "Like the slightly demented love child of Douglas Adams and Elizabeth Moon, Terminal Alliance is clever, silly, full of surprises, and unfailingly entertaining . Apparently Jim C. Hines is capable of being funny in every genre." --Deborah Blake, author of the Baba Yaga series "Hines ( Libriomancer ) delivers a fantastic space opera that doesnt skimp on the action and excitement but pairs it with a hefty dose of slightly scatological humor. The author is especially clever in having Mops and her team leverage cleaning tools and a knowledge of spaceship plumbing to fight their enemies." -- Library Journal (starred) "[ Terminal Alliance ] is also good science fiction: a solid premise, an expansive universe, a compelling history, a strong and varied cast of characters, pulse-pounding action , and a galactic crisis with high stakes. The fact that its funny is icing on a rich and delicious cake. Clever, and should appeal to fans of Douglas Adams and John Scalzi." -- Booklist "Subtle absurdist humor permeates the narrative, derived from faulty translations, cultural references without context, and unconventional solutions to problems. Clever characterization and action-packed moments round out this thoroughly satisfying outing." -- Publishers Weekly Promotional "Headline" Now in paperback, the second book of the Janitors of the Post-Apocalypse follows the unlikely heroes trying to save the galaxy from a zombie plague. Excerpt from Book MARION "MOPS" ADAMOPOULOS twelve years in Hygiene and Sanitation Services had left her little time for sightseeing. At least, not the kind of sights any human in their right mind wanted to see. Despite incidents like the semi-ambulatory brown mold on deck E, courtesy of a contaminated bottle of illegal shell-thickening supplements smuggled aboard by one of the Krakau crew, Mops had never complained about her work. Shed considered herself fortunate, one of the few humans to be given a second chance. Her species had turned itself into monsters. The Krakau had found a way to save some of them. In Mops judgment, she and her fellow humans owed the Krakau everything. And then shed learned how the Krakau and their cold-water cousins, the Rokkau, had been the ones to tear down humanity in the first place, and how theyd spent a hundred and fifty years covering it up. Mops had complained quite a bit more after that. Stealing the EMCS Pufferfish and searching for proof of the Krakau Alliances crimes had given her the opportunity to see so much more. Again, few of these sights were ones she would have chosen. Like the swarming lights that signified an incoming missile barrage from a Prodryan attack force, or the aftermath of explosive decompression on the ships algae tanks following a lucky Agun shot by an EMC scout ship. But every once in a great while, she got to appreciate a sight like the one currently displayed on her monocle, a sight that filled her with awe and reminded her how vast and wondrous the galaxy truly was. She wanted to reach through the emptiness and touch the marvels floating before them. To her left, Wolf said, "Those are some big damn space fish." And just like that, the moment was past, as dead as the bag of spikeshell snails Wolf had brought onto the shuttle for a crunchy snack. "Yes," Mops sighed. "Yes, they are." The big damn space fish were called Comaceans. The closest member of the herd drifted roughly ten kilometers in front of the Pufferfish shuttle. Far in the background, the gas dwarf Tixateq floated like a swirling red-and-yellow marble. The Comacean that was their destination stretched almost a kilometer in length. Its blue-black skin shone in the light of the distant sun. Fins as long as an EMC cruiser extended outward from the tubelike body, not for navigation, but to help the creature shed excess body heat. Reluctantly, Mops turned her focus to the far less awe- inspiring sight of the shuttle interior. "Prep for approach, people." Wolfgang Mozart--communications technician, wouldbe soldier, and the largest member of Mops small crew--was stretched out on one of the fold-out metal benches running lengthwise through the cabin. Wolf sat up and brought a muscular hand to her mouth, smothering a yawn. Her brown hair was a short, unkempt mess. Moving at a lackluster pace, she brushed shell crumbs from the front of her black uniform, then secured the attachment points on her equipment harness to matching buckles on the cabin wall, locking her in place. Sitting alone on the opposite bench, Vera Rubin double-checked her own harness. Rubin was a former security grunt whod risked her life helping Mops in a shootout a while back. Dark scars marked the side of her face and neck. Around her neck, a clear teardrop- shaped pendant three centimeters wide held a tiny microbiome of water, algae, and a pair of pink alien maggots--two of the dozen or so "pets" shed brought with her when she joined the Pufferfish crew. She tucked the pendant inside her uniform before tightening her harness. "Anyone else find this creepy as hell?" asked Wolf. "That things as big as the moon, and were gonna march into its belly?" "The Comacean is only a fraction of the size and mass of Earths moon," Rubin corrected. "And well be meeting our contact in one of her lungs. Thats where the main biorefinery operation is set up." Wolf snorted. "What happens if the damn thing sneezes?" "Wed be crushed and expelled through the blowhole, along with a substantial mass of crystalized mucus, but thats highly unlikely. Theres only been one recorded Comacean sneeze in the past fifty years." Rubins gaze appeared unfocused--probably watching the approach on her optical implant. "The Quetzalus install nerve blockers to prevent coughing, sneezing, vomiting, and flatulence. The real concern is hiccups. They havent found a cure for those yet." Wolf chuckled, then frowned. "Youre joking, right?" Rubin ignored the question. "Shes beautiful." "How do you know its female?" asked Mops. "Shes larger than the males, and her belly is smooth instead of ribbed. I wonder what her name is." "According to the briefing, Biorefinery Eighteen, " said Wolf. Comaceans spent most of their lives in hibernation. Traversing the emptiness between Tixateq 1 and its sister planet took decades. It would be thirty-six years before the herd of more than a hundred Comaceans would reach Tixateq 2 to awaken to feed and mate. Then, once the planets orbit took them farther from the warmth and blue-white light of the sun, they would begin the long return journey to Tixateq 1. In the interim, the Quetzalus harvested eighteen different substances from inside the largest of the creatures, including two mineral compounds, a raw form of a potent Glacidae narcotic, and a gel that had proven to be highly effective in fighting Krakau sucker-fungus. Monroe twisted around in the cockpit, his white-haired head poking through the narrow doorway to the cabin. He was former infantry, and one of only two people on Mops team whod proven they could get through the various piloting simulators without multiple casualties and/ or explosions. "Ive got a yellow blinker on the communications console. Is that a problem?" "That should be the landing beacon," said Wolf. "Have they assigned us a docking platform yet?" It wasnt that Mops team was inexperienced. It was that their experience was with things like unclogging plumbing lines and swapping out filters in the ships environmental system. Nothing in their time keeping the Pufferfish relatively clean had prepared them for the work involved in running the entire ship. Four months of tutorials and onthe-job practice couldnt make up for official training and experience. Monroes years with the EMC infantry had given him a slightly wider range of experience. A Prodryan grenade had put an end to his infantry service. Krakau surgeons had replaced his right arm, along with a good chunk of his torso. He wore his hair long over the right side of his head, hiding the scars where his ear used to be. His sense of balance had never fully recovered, but his discipline had made him an invaluable secondincommand. More importantly, Mops trusted him. "Theyre sending us to platform three." Monroe tapped the console, transferring an image to the green- tinted monocles worn by the team. Mops studied their destination. Pinpoints of light surrounded a metal blister forty meters ahead of a dorsal fin. Two additional lights flashed at a circular platform to one side. "I tried to acknowledge," Monroe continued. "That should be the blue one, right? Nothing happened." "Youre still on intersystem communications. You need to switch to intrasystem." Wolf unclipped her harness and squeezed through to take the copilot seat. "Move over." After a moments silence, she added, "Sir." Rank and discipline had eroded since theyd turned their backs on the EMC, but there were limits to what Mops and Monroe would put up with. Wolf spent most of her time testing or skipping blithely past those limits. "Landing instructions received and acknowledged," Wolf announced. "Cut speed and close distance to two kilometers. Theyll bring us in from there using grav beams." A minute later, the shuttle jerked like theyd hit something. Mops gripped her harness as her internal organs tried to jump out from beneath her rib cage. For several seconds, she felt like she was falling in two different directions at once. Monroe swore. "Forgot to synch the shuttles gravity with the Comacean grav beams. Hold on." The vertigo ended. Mops jerked back, banging her head against the wall. "Sorry about that," said Monroe. "As long as were in one piece, Im happy." Mops lowered her voice. "We are still in one piece, right?" "So far," responded Doc, a personal AI unit who existed primarily as code etched into the layered memory crystal of Mops monocle. His voice came from the speakers in her uniform collar, pitched low so no one else would overhear. "Based on your previous missions, I estimate a sixty- three percent chance of that continuing." "I appreciate your confidence," Mops said dryly. "Monroe, any sign of EMC vessels?" "Nothing but the Comacean herd and a few Quetzalus transports." Monroe popped a bubble of green gum, filling the cabin with the scent of cucumber and tomato. Hed been chewing salad- flavored gum lately. "The shuttles scanners arent as sensitive as the Pufferfishs, but theyll alert us to any deceleration signatures in the system. If the Alliance shows up, well see em in plenty of time to pull out." "Whats so important we gave up searching for the Rokkau prison planet to come here, anyway?" asked Wolf. "All Admiral Pachelbel told me was that its vital we meet with this person, for the sake of both Earth and the Alliance." Mops had known Pachelbel for most of her life. The admiral couldnt openly assist wanted criminals, but she sympathized with Mops and her goals. Shed done what she could to help them from the shadows. Mops opened the collar of her uniform to pull out the flexible bubble-style Description for Sales People Hines won the Hugo for Best Fan Writer in 2012. Is a popular and established fantasy author with a near 15K strong following on Twitter. The series has received outstanding acclaim from te likes of Hugo and Nebula award-winner Ann Leckie. Described as Guardians of the Galaxy with zombies, Janitors is a racous and rewarding series. Details ISBN0756412781 Pages 336 Year 2020 ISBN-10 0756412781 ISBN-13 9780756412784 Format Paperback Imprint DAW Books Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States DEWEY 813.6 Series Janitors Of The Post-apocalypse Language English Author Hines Jim C. Series Number 2 UK Release Date 2020-01-28 Publication Date 2020-01-28 AU Release Date 2020-01-28 NZ Release Date 2020-01-28 US Release Date 2020-01-28 Narrator Colin Salmon Illustrator Matt Faulkner Birth 1939 Affiliation Michael Tweddle Position Author Qualifications MA Publisher Astra Publishing House Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:161664058;

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