Humanity is literally hanging by a thread in this first book of the Dire Earth Cycle. So it's a good thing that award-winning narrator Simon Vance and his plethora of accents are on hand to give earthy voice to a motley assortment of characters. Thanks to an alien race called The Builders, these humans must live within a small plague-suppressing zone near Darwin, Australia—or risk becoming savage subhumans. As the safe area deteriorates, factions blame each other for the crisis. It falls on scavenger Skyler Luiken and scientist Tania Sharma to find a solution before these internecine struggles doom everyone. And it falls on the talented Vance to propel the story’s breakneck action, much to listeners' delight. D.E.M. © AudioFile 2013, Portland, Maine
The Darwin Elevator
Narrated by Simon Vance
Jason M. HoughUnabridged — 14 hours, 28 minutes
The Darwin Elevator
Narrated by Simon Vance
Jason M. HoughUnabridged — 14 hours, 28 minutes
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Overview
Jason M. Hough's pulse-pounding debut combines the drama, swagger, and vivid characters of Joss Whedon's Firefly with the talent of sci-fi author John Scalzi.
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In the mid-23rd century, Darwin, Australia, stands as the last human city on Earth. The world has succumbed to an alien plague, with most of the population transformed into mindless, savage creatures. The planet's refugees flock to Darwin, where a space elevator-created by the architects of this apocalypse, the Builders-emits a plague-suppressing aura.
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Skyler Luiken has a rare immunity to the plague. Backed by an international crew of fellow “immunes,” he leads missions into the dangerous wasteland beyond the aura's edge to find the resources Darwin needs to stave off collapse. But when the Elevator starts to malfunction, Skyler is tapped-along with the brilliant scientist, Dr. Tania Sharma-to solve the mystery of the failing alien technology and save the ragged remnants of humanity.
Praise for The Darwin Elevator
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“A hell of a fun book.”-James S. A. Corey, New York Times bestselling author of Abaddon's Gate
“[Jason M.] Hough's first novel combines the rapid-fire action and memorable characters associated with Joss Whedon's short-lived Firefly TV series with the accessibility and scientific acumen of [James S. A.] Corey's `Expanse' series.”-Library Journal (starred review)
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“The best part about alien stories is their mystery, and Jason Hough understands that like no other. Full of compelling characters and thick with tension, The Darwin Elevator delivers both despair and hope along with a gigantic dose of wonder. It's a brilliant debut, and Hough can take my money whenever he writes anything from now on.”-Kevin Hearne, New York Times bestselling author of The Iron Druid Chronicles
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“Newcomer Hough displays a talent for imaginative plotting and realistic dialogue, and the brisk pacing and cliffhanger ending will keep readers enthralled and eagerly awaiting the next installment.”-Publishers Weekly
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“Jason M. Hough does a great job with this huge story. The world of Darwin and the Elevator is deliciously complex and satisfying. Skyler, Tania, and all the other characters are delightfully drawn and fun to spend time with. . . . The story unfolds with just the right balance of high adventure, espionage, humor, and emotional truth. . . . As soon as you finish, you'll want more.”-Analog
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“A debut novel unlike any other . . . This is something special. Something iconic. The Darwin Elevator is full of majesty and wonder, mystery and mayhem, colorful characters and insidious schemes.”-SF Signal
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“Fun, action-packed and entertaining . . . a sure contender for science fiction debut of the year!”-Pat's Fantasy Hotlist
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“Claustrophobic, intense, and satisfying . . . I couldn't put this book down. The Darwin Elevator depicts a terrifying world, suspends it from a delicate thread, and forces you to read with held breath as you anticipate the inevitable fall.”-Hugh Howey, New York Times bestselling author of Wool
Editorial Reviews
In this impressive first installment of a planned trilogy, mysterious aliens plant the lower end of a space elevator deep into Darwin, on the northwestern coast of Australia. Five years later, a virus breaks out, leaving Earth denuded of all but scattered remnants of feral “subhumans.” Proximity to the elevator provides immunity for human survivors living in Darwin and along the elevator itself. A small number of those survivors are naturally immune to the virus, including Skyler Luiken, a Han Solo–like aircraft captain who scours the infected Earth for salvageable bits of civilization. The credible dystopian setting is peopled with sympathetic and improbably beautiful heroes and heroines who are forced by circumstance to take arms against a power-hungry prefect and a corporate tycoon willing to betray his planet for personal gain. Newcomer Hough displays a talent for imaginative plotting and realistic dialogue, and the brisk pacing and cliffhanger ending will keep readers enthralled and eagerly awaiting the next installment. Agent: Sara Megibow, Nelson Literary Agency. (Aug.)
A hell of a fun book.”—James S. A. Corey, New York Times bestselling author of Abaddon’s Gate
“[Jason M.] Hough’s first novel combines the rapid-fire action and memorable characters associated with Joss Whedon’s short-lived Firefly TV series with the accessibility and scientific acumen of [James S. A.] Corey’s ‘Expanse’ series.”—Library Journal (starred review)
“The best part about alien stories is their mystery, and Jason Hough understands that like no other. Full of compelling characters and thick with tension, The Darwin Elevator delivers both despair and hope along with a gigantic dose of wonder. It’s a brilliant debut, and Hough can take my money whenever he writes anything from now on.”—Kevin Hearne, New York Times bestselling author of The Iron Druid Chronicles
“Newcomer Hough displays a talent for imaginative plotting and realistic dialogue, and the brisk pacing and cliffhanger ending will keep readers enthralled and eagerly awaiting the next installment.”—Publishers Weekly
“Jason M. Hough does a great job with this huge story. The world of Darwin and the Elevator is deliciously complex and satisfying. Skyler, Tania, and all the other characters are delightfully drawn and fun to spend time with. . . . The story unfolds with just the right balance of high adventure, espionage, humor, and emotional truth. . . . As soon as you finish, you’ll want more.”—Analog
“A debut novel unlike any other . . . This is something special. Something iconic. The Darwin Elevator is full of majesty and wonder, mystery and mayhem, colorful characters and insidious schemes.”—SF Signal
“Fun, action-packed and entertaining . . . a sure contender for science fiction debut of the year!”—Pat’s Fantasy Hotlist
“Claustrophobic, intense, and satisfying . . . I couldn’t put this book down. The Darwin Elevator depicts a terrifying world, suspends it from a delicate thread, and forces you to read with held breath as you anticipate the inevitable fall.”—Hugh Howey, New York Times bestselling author of Wool
“Hough writes with irresistible energy and gritty realism. His puts his characters through hell, blending a convincing plot with heart-stopping action and moments of raw terror as the world goes crazy in the shadow of unfathomable alien intentions.”—Sara Creasy, author of the Philip K. Dick Award–nominated Song of Scarabaeus
“A thrilling story right from the first page . . . This book plugs straight into the fight-or-flight part of your brain.”—Ted Kosmatka, author of The Games
“If you enjoy high adventure with a kick-ass crew, I suggest you take Hough’s Darwin Elevator for a ride.”—Warren Hammond, author of KOP Killer
An alien plague has transformed most of humanity into mindless savages. Only the Australian city of Darwin remains a haven for the survivors, protected by a space elevator built by the departing aliens that emits a plague-suppressing aura. Piloted by Skylar Luiken, who is immune to the plague, the airship Melville conducts exploratory salvage missions to collect essential resources, but malfunctions in the Elevator force Luiken, his crew, and a brilliant scientist, Dr. Tania Sharmam, to seek a technological solution—a journey that takes them to the heart of the alien's master plan for humankind. VERDICT Hough's first novel combines the rapid-fire action and memorable characters associated with Joss Whedon's short-lived Firefly TV series with the accessibility and scientific acumen of J. S. Corey's "Expanse" series (see above). Second and third volumes (The Exodus Towers; The Plague Forge) are slated for publication this August and September; space-opera fans should take advantage of the opportunity to read the entire series as a whole.
Product Details
| BN ID: | 2940172136580 |
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| Publisher: | Penguin Random House |
| Publication date: | 07/30/2013 |
| Series: | Dire Earth Cycle , #1 |
| Edition description: | Unabridged |
Read an Excerpt
Chapter 1
Above the Indian Ocean 12.JAN.2283
Blood streamed down the inside of the tiny vial and pooled at the bottom. A finger, the source of the fluid, knocked against the glass with a dull thud.
Skyler turned the vessel over again. Fresh from its temperature-controlled sleeve, the vial felt cool against his skin. A small refreshment in the otherwise balmy cockpit.
The scene replayed again in his mind. The dead subhuman, half its scrawny body still smoldering, the scent of burned hair so strong that Skyler had retched. Then Samantha, always acting, never thinking, stood triumphant over the corpse. In one swift motionher dark combat knife flashed from a sheath on her calf, flashed again as she brought it down on the poor creature’s hand. Two fingers and half of a thumb skittered away. “Before it all burns,” she’d said.
“We only need one,” Skyler had replied when his nerves allowed.
Hair would have been simpler, cleaner, but the hair had all singed away. A messy piece of work, though the end result was all that mattered, or so he kept reminding himself.
“Visual on the Elevator,” Angus said from the pilot’s chair.
Skyler grunted acknowledgment and flipped the vial over again. The muscular digit was caked with dirt and ended in a yellow, cracked fingernail chewed to uneven length. It almost defied belief that it had been shorn from a once-human hand. Almost.
Even by subhuman standards, this creature had been extraordinarily aggressive. And part of a large pack, twice the typical “family.” Strange, yes, but thankfully in the past now.
He glanced up. Ahead, a series of lights marked the line of the Elevator cord. Eight climbers, Skyler counted, from the peaks of the clouds all the way to the stars above. He watched them long enough to discern which way they were going. Up, at the moment.Air and water then, for the Orbitals. Some spare parts, maybe. A little contraband thrown in for good measure.
He pictured the contents of his cargo bay, flush with spoils from a decaying Malay air force base outside Kuala Lumpur. Tomorrow, maybe the day after, one of those climbers would lift the items stowed back there. Paid for first, of course.
Skyler grinned. Success felt good. He’d almost forgotten the sensation. The finger alone would cover the mission’s cost, if the DNA matched.
“Do you want the stick back?” Angus asked.
The grim, hypnotic spell of watching blood slide down the glass tube vanished with the question. He slipped the vial back into its sleeve and sealed it. Out of pure habit he reached for the flight stick, then stopped himself. Old habits die hard. He balledhis fist and pulled his hand away. “You handle it this time.”
“Sure?”
“You’re ready. Just take it slow.”
Angus turned in the pilot’s seat, trying to see Skyler over his shoulder and failing. A few seconds passed before the kid flashed a halfhearted A-Okay.
The Melville tilted forward and began to descend. Skyler leaned to his left and looked down, watching mountainous clouds rise toward them. Lightning danced beneath the purple morass, which grew and grew until finally the aircraft slipped into the thick haze.
A ghostly fog roiled around the cockpit window for less than ten seconds and then they were through. Once below the storm, monsoon rain pelted the cockpit window and hammered against the fuselage.
Another minute went by before they passed under the storm. Over Darwin itself the sky was clear, such a rare thing in wet season. A nice welcome to their return.
“Aura’s Edge,” Angus said. “In ten, nine . . .”
Skyler closed his eyes. Some small part of him wanted to feel it, wanted to know the Elevator’s strange aura on a physical level. The invisible field emanated roughly nine kilometers out from the space elevator before abruptly ending. It protected thosewithin from the alien disease that had laid waste to the rest of the planet. How, or why, the aura did this was as much a mystery as the Elevator itself.
“. . . five, four . . .”
The shifting, rippling effect ended in a zone coined Aura’s Edge. A no-man’s-land where the protection faded.
Skyler leaned his head back against the copilot’s seat. He would feel nothing. He never did; nor did the rest of his crew. The disease had no effect on them.
They were immune, an inescapable fact. A blessing and curse, a trait few others shared. Very few.
“. . . three . . .”
Though immunity allowed him to leave the city at will, there remained that small part of him that wanted to be normal, to be trapped like all of the rest of them. He didn’t want to be special. Or sought after. Truth be told he’d rather be back in the Netherlands, flying mundane patrols for the air force, living a good life. But that was a long time ago, in a different world.
“. . . two, one . . . mark.”
The aircraft bucked.
Not much, but Skyler felt it. Damn fine timing for a spell of turbulence, he thought. An embarrassed laugh escaped his lips.
Below, out the window, trash fires dotted the city’s edge. Small crowds huddled around the flames for protection more than warmth. The worst-off lived here, so far out from the Elevator, so close to the Clear. Skyler thought it must be like living on theedge of a cliff.
“Weird. Did you feel that bounce?” Angus asked. Then, “Oh, shit. Look at this.”
Skyler glanced up. The kid’s voice had shifted from wonder to fear.
Something had changed, ahead of them. Skyler couldn’t decide what—
“Where’d the climbers go?” Angus asked.
The lights on the cord were gone. “What in the world?”
The wireless crackled. “Melville, this is Nightcliff control,” a panicked voice said over a hiss of static. “What the hell did you do?”
Skyler’s throat went dry. He could only stare at the thin strip of sky where the climbers had been.
“Melville! Answer or be shot down!”
“Angus,” Skyler said, ignoring the radio. “Hover here.”
The kid nodded and tilted the aircraft back, switching to vertical thrust.
“Think, think,” Skyler whispered to himself. He leaned forward in his seat, as if a few extra centimeters would give him a better view. Squinting, Skyler traced a line from the tip of Nightcliff’s tower.
There, against the dim clouds, he saw the black shape of a climber, motionless on the cord. Not vanished, then, just dead.
Loss of power? he thought. It shouldn’t be possible. Something about friction with the atmosphere, he remembered. The Elevator couldn’t help but generate power. In the five years since he first came to the city, he’d never seen Darwin’s skyline withoutthe awe-inspiring sight of climber vehicles gliding their way along the cord, taking fresh air and water up to the Orbitals, or bringing food back down.
“Melville,” came the garbled voice again. “Last warning.”
Skyler absently tapped the transmit button. “Nightcliff, this is the Melville. Don’t fire. We’re holding position. What happened?”
Even as he waited for a response, Skyler saw the beacon lights on the climber cars flicker, then come back on at full brightness.
A few seconds later they turned off again. One by one this time, in perfect sequence from space down to the fortress.
Minutes passed. Skyler felt a trickle of sweat run down the side of his face and he mopped it away with the back of his hand.
A blast of static from the tiny speaker preceded the controller’s voice. “You will reroute to Nightcliff and submit to inspection. Failure to comply will result in the destruction of your vessel. Any delay will result in the destruction of your vessel. You have thirty seconds to acknowledge.”
The order rattled Skyler like a sick joke. The mission had been flawless, a masterpiece, until this. Inspection. He shook his head. All their hard work, dashed with that loaded word.
“What do I say?” Angus asked. He strained against his harness to glance over his shoulder at Skyler.
The young man’s brown eyes pleaded for reassurance. Skyler could only shrug. “Stall,” he said. “I’m thinking.”
He tried to conjure a memory of the last inspection. It must have been two years ago. More than that. They’d claimed fear of a flu epidemic on that occasion. A case of vodka had settled the matter, if he remembered right. He’d been the pilot then, stuckin the cockpit, uninvolved. This time it would be his neck on the chopping block.
The first successful mission in months, since Skyler took over the captain’s chair.
And now this. Inspection. Goddammit.
They probably just wanted a handout. The pick of the litter from a returning scavenger ship. Maybe they’d blinked the climbers’ lights on purpose, now that he thought about it. A clever ploy, really.
He ran through a mental tally of the Melville’s cargo bay. For two days they’d rummaged through the abandoned complex, and they’d packed the old girl full. There’d be no shortage of goods to bribe Nightcliff with. The trick would be steering them awayfrom the high-value items. The specific requests.
The neoprene sleeve hanging from the back of the pilot’s seat caught Skyler’s eye. He thought of the morbid contents within, and the commune that had pooled their money to have the evidence recovered. A lot of money, in fact, along with the promise ofsix crates of fresh food. Even after Prumble’s cut, it was too tempting a reward to pass up. “All we want is to know the fate of our father. Bring us something, anything, that we can give a proper burial.”
Like a finger. Skyler yanked the container from its cord and slipped it into his inner jacket pocket.
He activated the intercom. “Sam, Jake, I need you to bury that welder.”
A few seconds passed before Samantha replied. “We could toss it overboard. Pick it up later.”
“Negative. We’re over the Maze.”
“You’re not going to land, are you? Call their bluff,” she said. “They won’t waste a missile on us.”
Skyler bit back an urge to argue. The welder, a special model suitable for work aboard a space station, had a large reward associated with it. The highest out of everything they carried. Trying to wrestle it back from the occupants of the slum below them would be difficult, and very dangerous.
Angus interrupted the thought. “Five seconds. We’d better answer them.”
Unhappy with the alternative, Skyler sighed. “Acknowledge it. Change course for Nightcliff, and drop to two hundred meters.”
Within seconds the aircraft began to turn and descend. The fortress of Nightcliff, which surrounded the Elevator’s base, came into view.
Samantha’s voice crackled over the speaker. “I guess we’re playing along then?”
“We can’t risk our lift privs, Sam. Can you and Jake go through the crates and put anything valuable at the bottom?”
With a frustrated groan, she said, “Aye, aye,” and clicked off.
Skyler grunted. He thought of placing a few choice items near the door—an unspoken bribe—but that might backfire.
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