One Small Step For The Man From U.N.D.E.A.D. (book four in the series)

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Packets of sweets. And I get ya. I think of an idea and I have to follow it up and it has to be done at break-neck speed. That said, I get such a high when I see the results. Plus anything sweet and full of fat, love all that stuff. Shame I have no willpower! I get the seeing things through part. I start down the road on an idea and I HAVE to see it along for a god ways to check for viability, and to just clean the decks. Makes focusing on projects a challenge, as the work quantity goes to where the current obsession is. My day job is in conservation of water so this is kind of my field.

Better answer, go commando. I never want to grow up. I run three times a week. I have the body of a the ghostbusters stay puft man who has had some of the air let out. My Wife exercises just a little bit more than me but has the body of an athlete. Not sure how that works, but lucky me! Fucking metabolisms, man. I have a friend who does nothing active, and eats Swedish Fish like seven meals a week, and is in tip-top shape. I eat Paleo, avoid sweets, and bust ass around the house all week long as well as take care of two kids and I have the body of a tardigrade, aside from being very destructible.

Animal porn. Anything in a field. Not really. Seriously, I was joking. I enjoy sci-fi and action and of course the tearing of flesh by the undead. I write what I like to read. Note, there is no animal porn in my books. Yet… Gareth. Why do you write? May answer would be probably the same as most authors. I started writing for fun, but when I got great feedback, that became the opium. Ahhh yes. Why is such a good question.

How, what inspires you, blah blah, but the why is crucial. Great insight, my friend. Gareth, thanks again for inspiring me to do these interviews, and thanks for returning the favor and joining my silly project. GJ Stevens started writing fiction at the age of thirty. He describes his style of writing as popular fiction which usually has some sort of Sci-Fi, paranormal element.

After years of self-suppression, the flood gates opened. His fast-paced zombie apocalypse novel, In The End, is the culmination of many years of finding time from nowhere to learn the craft. The follow up is due out later this year. As a lover of the outdoors, every year he spends weekends out in the desolate countryside of the UK hiking and camping with his long-time friends which he uses as inspiration for both his creative fiction works, the subject of many a blog post and his new novella, Survivor.

Survivor is a page guide to creating a Bug Out Bag for an emergency situation forcing you from your home and features survival guides, short fiction and chapters from In The End. Shawn on the left, me on the right at Scares that Care in Shawn and I have bumped elbows for years as fellow writers in the zompoc genre. No really. Geniuinely cool dude.

Super strong jawline. Like, male model good. Anyway, Shawn jumped at the chance to get interviewed. So I rolled some dice, and we worked up this piece of art for your enjoyment. Definitely Diet Coke. You… hit the beer limit? I was unaware anyone had ever pushed that hard to achieve anything.

I wonder what his name was? Picked it up in Astoria, Oregon many years ago. It seems to work, so yarn that bad boy up. Good times. First one I can remember that had a huge effect on me was Jaws. Spielberg made a masterpiece, methinks. Took my wife on a first date to see Ghost. Theater was empty and in walk three very large ladies who proceed to sit directly in front of us.

We moved. When they mirrored our move, we figured, erroneously, that we were being pranked by Totally Hidden Videos or some shit. True story.

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Any chance they were afraid of ghosts, and just wanted safety in numbers? Or maybe they were just trolling you long before it was a thing. Also, congrats on 26 years of marriage! I actually laughed out loud when I read this answers, so three points to you on the scorecard.

Do you think Poe could write his autograph all old-timey like that on your tummy? We love to travel. Pearl Harbor was very memorable. Were you trying to load the main guns? No fun, these people. More times than I care to count. My wife has a list a mile long. I would love to see that list. Maybe you can make it out here to New England?

Leah and I officially offer to put you guys up if you want to come to New Hampshire. I just finished getting my ass handed to me in Battlefield 5. Nothing matches the same humor for me, and I love humor. I liked a lot of the stuff in that era though, but I tend to play RPGs a lot. I love me a good story. To each their own, I say. Truly grateful the genre I write in has such ravenous readers. Shawn Chesser resides in the Pacific Northwest with his wife and two children. Shawn is a big fan of the apocalyptic horror genre.

He likes his creatures shambling, trudging, and moaning. As for fast, agile, screaming specimens. Adrienne is a fellow apocalyptic writer I met while searching the interwebz for an old fashioned pen pal. I did manage to peer pressure her into writing an interview for me between chapters of her newest work in progress, and I consider that an adequate pen pal relationship. Agree — I even have it mentioned in the description of the first book in my zombie apocalypse Green Fields series, Incubation, and it plays a pivotal role in the book!

Or at least for the main character. Just consider, heading into the zombie apocalypse without coffee. Is that a life worth fighting for?! How many of us are incapable of functioning on a daily basis without 3 or 4 pots of the stuff. Deadpool voice. And good on you for being honest about touching yourself.

No explanation required. And here we are… with our 2nd Sigourney Weaver mention in the challenge. I think that really speaks to the performance, and the character she created from that script. Such an absolute, magnificent character. I bet she drank the FUCK out of some coffee. Very, very homicidal. I mean, sad. What body? Why do you ask? I mean… it tasted like pork, so I went with it.

Pass the salt, and for the record, the leftovers are all yours. Get better puddle-splashing boots for maximum performance! No one ever adds the puddles. Too cool. Now you sound like my readers. Are you one of my readers? Why the hell not? I am unfortunately not one of your readers yet. No, No, only on a second full moon in November, but I am a passionate video gamer.

Give me things to kill, preferably with a rocket launcher. Quake 3 Team Arena all the way! Damn, I think I just dated myself… I also use gaming to get in the right headspace for book plotting. A lot of people have been killed over Skyrim and Diablo 3. Quake 3? While that camel-god business does sound worth looking into, I like to take my reading and listening enjoyment everywhere with me. Camel-god bladders really are the shit. Definitely take some time and include that with the puddles in an upcoming book. Totally worth it, trust me.

Drink the kool aid. All praise HUMP! That has predestined me to one day write some space adventure series. But the world building takes time, as does the necessary research, and I went to school for molecular biology so everything virus is kind of my MO, and what were we talking about again?

So my next big series will be about a spore-based zombie apocalypse caused by alien invasion, to inch a little closer to that far-away dream. I debated using that in my series early on, but bailed on that as the cause for a spiritual basis. As for Mass Effect… oh hell yes. Adrienne Lecter has a background in Biochemistry and Molecular Biology, loves ranting at inaccuracies in movies, and spends increasingly more time at the shooting range.

She lives with the man and two cats of her life in Vienna, Austria, and is working on the next books in the Green Fields series. The website here autosaves everything on a 30 second timer. See where this is going yet? After living in both New Jersey and Florida, the dude needs a solid. He swooned, popped a nerd-boner, and we were off. Anything but pizza or Chinese food, because those are mine. Pretty much all other food will be given to them, but never kale. That is reserved for my worst enemies. Holler back at me if you tried that though.

My goal is 1, words per day, which will give me k for the year. Writing is likely the hardest job on the planet. Much more stressful than brain surgeon or those crazy bastards that climb on top of the bridges to clean the bird poop off. Writing is fucking HARD, man. Imagine trying to clean, fresh, imaginative and original, and clean and fresh day after day without a break, or socialization, or pizza brought to you on the regular?

Fucking atrocious working conditions behind this desk in my home office. What a trudge. I became a man thanks to those tapes. I watch the battle scenes over and over in those. Just amazing. Do you remember the battle scenes in Swedish Erotica though? My passing of the gas is usually very loud since I eat a lot of pizza and Chinese food.

I not only enjoy owning it but acting like I did when I was five and ripped a good one. Farts have always, and will always be funny, regardless of the opinions of those with dainty noses. Your wife is awesome, but come on, man. Work on her. Give her a few silly toots in awkward situations to get her sold on the comedy gold that is flatulence.

Also, go hard on the Lo Mein. That shit is like a digestive foghorn for me. I have thought about this. The T Honus Wagner baseball card in some of the packs. Only were ever produced before the card was pulled, and the cards go for hundreds of thousands of dollars. Well then. What a bizarre and inventive way to attempt to get modesty wealthy using time travel. Why not like, invest a few hundred dollars in Sears and Roebuck before they became dumb and useless and sit back and collect Honus Wagner cards and STDS from the s?

I mean, I guess you could just spend money on packs of butts too…. I already know it will be a bizarre gardening accident bonus points if you get the reference but I hope they talk about my perfect physical appearance and nothing else. Plus, having the twenty-eight foot bronze statue of me, naked while holding a pair of scissors and a cow bell for no reason, in front of South of The Border will be impressive as well. Out of curiosity, how low would the balls on your statue hang in front of the restaurant?

Low enough that the hostess would have a dish of guac or salsa on the podium for people to grab a scoop of to slap on the lower curved surface of your marble scrotum as they left? Also, why 28 feet? Why not go the full Monty and hit 30? Actually, I hate Twinkies. But I do. I like everything covered in chocolate. A Twinkie is not. Even the chocolate-covered Twinkies are gross to me. Also, this self-love thing I started in my early teens has taken up way too much of my time. Way too much. Your self-love period would make you rich.

I keep count on a legal pad I carry with me at all times, specifically so I can keep track of that question. Doing the laundry and putting it away, since that is one of the tasks I have on my plate. Even with my kids all out of the house for the most part, my wife and I still generate a lot of laundry. And I hardly ever wear pants. The robot would wash and fold all the clothes and save me many hours each day.

Oh, can it make me coffee, too? I agree with you though. Yeah, I now say I write crime fiction and horror. That has nothing to do with it. I have several ideas for a steampunk pirate series in my head, which will never sell and is such a small niche of readers… but it would be something fun to write. It would be fun to write! Thank you for the interview! I had fun. Not a lot of fun, but it was better than actually working today. Now I am off to get Chinese food pizza. Armand Rosamilia is a really sexy, handsome and downright gorgeous man who transcends all time and space with his good-looks, wit and perfect body.

Oh, and he writes crime thrillers like his award-winning Dirty Deeds series as well as horror like his Dying Days zombie series and anything else he feels like writing. You can find him all over social media, especially on Twitter ArmandAuthor or at a book signing near you. So you decide to stalk him a little bit, turn up the heat, make him sweat a little bit, maybe read one or two of his books and see what makes him tick, and then you realize; whoa, Nelly. This guy has issues, better pump the brakes. Probably raspberry Snapple iced tea.

Snapple Snapple Snapple. Say it with me! Snapple is the bomb, yo. Like Ben Affleck in Phantoms. Snapple blew up when I was in High School, and everyone, everywhere was downing the stuff like schnapps at a weekend party. That and Fruitopia. It depends how close I am to the deadline. If the deadline is far away, my goal is 3 words and some funny social media posts.

If the deadline is tomorrow, my goal is 25, words. Ah, I see. Moving the goal posts based on desperation. I too, have done that, and am doing that right now. Or when my kids start sleeping like people should. I only want to see movies in the assigned-seating, mechanical recliner chairs in this one theater.

Anything else and I bitch like those old critics on The Muppet Show, regardless of the movie. All I had was a great big bucket of Legos! I made everything from my imagination! And they sucked compared to the Star Wars kits! But they were cheaper! Not that I paid for my own Legos when I was eight! Your question is based on a false premise! Hereditary Legos? Imagine a tree house set? Holy crap. And I had that bucket of Legos. It eventually broke apart and became a cardboard box of Legos, which sucked, because little pieces would always get stuck under the flaps on the bottom.

FirstWorldProblems False premise my ass, Strand. False premise my ass. A car accident. Clever man, learning how to save like that. Congrats on tricking someone into liking you that long. I too one day hope someone will like me that long. Kathy Bates is fantastic, of course, and the changes they made to keep it from being too gory such as replacing the axe with a sledge hammer were brilliant. It is a sexy adaptation. Yeah video games are an issue for me. Ironically, I play a few games on my phone. Dungeon Hunter Champions; if anyone wants my player referral code, you get a free tier one hero, and I get some freebies, just saying.

They did this in Black Summer on Netflix recently, and it got me. Take care! His newest novel is Ferocious. She has a three year old, and seems to still be getting things done, which is pretty much a miracle in my book. I am strongly considering bringing a glass of water to her and then asking her to work some miracle-ish magic on it, because we go through wine in this house like France. Water is optional. Like all of the 10D10 challenge interviews, this one was generated by rolling ten, ten-sided dice, and consulting a pre-made table of questions divided into ten sections.

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I love the taste of these. Except, asparagus. That stuff is just gross. Just thinking about it makes me want to gag. Texture is a huge thing for some people. Some hate crunchy, or mushy, or sauces, or stringy… I love it all. No regrets. Touching myself is the furthest thing from my mind. You can be the best writer in the world and eventually—sooner or later—your best book will fall into the hands of a vengeful moron who missed the plot, or something. Then you can always resort to murder. I was a big fan of Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom. There is just so many possible directions to go.

My fingers are crossed for some kind of post-apocalyptic Jurassic World movie in the timeline. Can I quickly say how surprised I am at how often dinosaurs keep coming up in these interviews? I am married. My husband, Craig. He has actually been really supportive of my writing. He helps out however he can to make sure I have more time for my writing. He makes it possible with his support. The crazy look she gets when she suddenly comes up with an idea to add to her story is both exciting…. Ahh yes. The mad scientist look. Need that love.

Though to be far I do love a nice home grilled cheeseburger. That actually sounds really good right now. Maybe while still around a bon fire…. Everyone has junk. No judgment either way. I mean I love animals. Their so cute and doofy! But what I hope people will say about me when I die is that I was kind. That I made them happy whenever they saw me.

That I brightened their day with little gestures that they are going to miss. I think that would be the best way to be remembered. Have you ever wanted to pet a hippo? Those fuckers are terrifying. Or maybe play some video games. OR both audiobooks are wonderful for multitasking.

I have way too damn many books to read. There is never enough time so a relaxing night means reading and lying to myself that my TBR pile is getting smaller. I remember when I used to think my TBR pile would get smaller. Oh such a summer child I was then. I love talking about books. There are just too many good books to have one favorite. My favorite has been different in the past and will probably change again in the not too distant future though.

Oh, man. Genies are tricky. You really have to be careful what you wish for. I have to go with the standard world peace. I wish every nation found a way to get along with one and other. No more war. No more hatred. Just everyone living their lives in peace. At this point, the genie would probably cause nuclear annihilation of the world.

Nobody would be fighting each other if they are too busy trying to survive. A never-ending supply of money. Do really nice things for my friends and family. Leave a giant tip for a waitress I really liked. Hm, last wish. This one is going to be just for me. I want to talk to animals. Or the mama duck that lives in one of our bushes. From this moment on animals will always screech at me. Their thoughts constantly intruding on my mind.

Never leaving me a moment of silence. I dig your wishes though. An endless supply of ammo. There just never seems to be any worry about ammo running out. That would be a huge priority in the zombie apocalypse. Right up there with food and shelter. The bigger, the bloodier, the better. I love this ten times over. As a dude who pays his bills writing mostly zompoc, the ammo issues is crazy.

Like… how do you clean your guns after firing them a thousand times too? As a child, her father would read stories to her before bed every night.

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In middle school, she and her best friend bonded over books and writing. Her love of zombies, though, started later in life. In , when R. Blalock first watched the remake of Dawn of the Dead, she instantly fell in love with the genre. Born and raised in Sacramento, California, R. Blalock now lives in St.

Louis, Missouri with her loving husband and precocious three-year-old daughter. During what precious little free time she has, R. Blalock like to read whatever dark and twisted book she can get her hands on or scare herself silly with the same nightmarish kinds of video games. Javan seems pleasant. WAAAY too many dust bunnies. I drink black coffee as dark as you can get it. The coffee is now nothing but basically burned, dirty water.

Since my only other beverage is water, that means I can drink the stuff all day, every day. Wait… why decaf? Who makes that choice? I mean… why brew anything at all? Just go out in your yard and scoop up some puddle water and drink that. I weep for your lack of caffienation. I write by the seat of my pants. As the man is dragged out of his home by a mob, Severian glimpses Agia amidst the crowd, a woman who with her twin brother had formerly tried to swindle and then kill Severian to gain his valuable executioner's sword.

Severian executed the brother at the request of the local authorities. Realizing she has been sighted, Agia flees and Severian, still in love with her, follows, searching for her at the town fair. Unable to find her, he ends up at a tent containing a man whose skin is green. The green man is held as a slave, and his master makes money off of him, claiming he can answer any question. In answer to Severian's queries as to how he could know everything, the green man tells Severian he is from the future.

The green man does not know where Agia can be found, but Severian takes pity on him and gives him a piece of his whetstone so that he can free himself by grinding through his chains, thus recalling his mercy to Thecla, another prisoner, in the first book. Unable to find Agia, Severian returns to town where he later executes a woman accused of being a witch. Eating dinner with his friend Jonas whom he met at the gate at Nessus that evening, he finds a letter he first thinks is from Thecla but is actually from Agia asking him to meet her at a nearby cave.

In the cave, Severian encounters and barely escapes a group of man-apes. The light from the Claw a relic he accidentally came into possession of, which had previously been held by a religious order stops the man-apes' attack, but it also seems to wake a gargantuan unknown creature deep below in the cave, who is only heard and not seen. Severian has little time to ponder this as he escapes, only to be attacked by Agia and her assassins outside the cave. One of the attackers is killed by one of the man-apes, who had its hand cut off by Severian in the battle in the cave.

The ape gestures its stump at Severian, wanting him to do something with it, but Severian does not know what. Severian prepares to execute Agia, but, still unable to hate her, lets her go and returns to Saltus, where he and Jonas are kidnapped by Vodalus' gang for having agreed to execute one of its members. Severian recalls to Vodalus that he saved his life some years past, so Vodalus allows Severian to enter his service. Severian and Jonas attend a midnight dinner with Vodalus, where they consume Thecla's roasted flesh, which, when combined with an alien substance, allows Thecla's memories to live within Severian.

Given the task to deliver a message to a servant in the House Absolute, the Autarch's seat of power, Severian and Jonas set off to the north.

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They are attacked by a flying creature who feeds on the heat and life force of living beings, and escape only by tricking the creature into attacking and killing a nearby soldier instead. Severian feels guilty and, having a suspicion of the healing powers of the Claw, uses it to bring the soldier back to life. They are then captured by guards of the House Absolute and thrown into an antechamber designed to hold prisoners indefinitely.

Severian's Claw heals a wound Jonas receives during the night they spend there; then the pair escape some unknown horror using a pass phrase to open a secret door — Severian remembers the phrase using Thecla's memory. Walking the corridors of the House Absolute, Jonas is revealed to be a robot who once crash-landed on earth and is now partly covered by human flesh, and steps into a mirror and disappears, promising to return for Jolenta when he is healed.

Severian is lost and eventually encounters the Autarch himself, to whom he swears service, upon being shown a portal to another universe. Talos, and Baldanders, who are preparing to once again perform the play they put on in the first book. Severian participates again, but the play is cut short when Baldanders flies into a rage and attacks the audience, revealing that aliens are among them.

The band is scattered and Severian finds them a distance away the next morning, heading north. Talos and Baldanders part ways with Severian and Dorcas at a crossroad, Severian heading toward Thrax, and the giant and his physician headed toward Lake Diuturna. The waitress Jolenta tries to have Talos take her with him, but he has no more use for her now that the plays are no longer necessary, and Severian is forced to take her. As they head north, Jolenta is attacked by a "blood bat" and becomes ill. It is revealed that she had been scientifically altered by Dr.

Talos to be gorgeous and desirable, but is quickly becoming sickly and unattractive. Soon the trio meets an old farmer who tells them they must pass through an enigmatic stone city to get to Thrax. Upon arriving at the ruinous city, Severian sees a pair of witches initiate a dream-like event in which ghostly dancers of the stone town's past fill the area and engage with the witch's servant, who is actually Vodalus's lieutenant Hildegrin. The book ends with Dorcas and Severian emerging from a stupor in the stone town, Jolenta dead, and the witches and Hildegrin gone.

Having completed the journey he was sent upon when he was exiled from the Citadel, Severian takes up his position as the Lictor or Master of Chains of the city of Thrax. His lover Dorcas falls into depression, in part because of her position as the partner of a reviled and feared figure in a strange city.

She is also becoming increasingly upset by her mysterious past, and convinced that she must unravel its secrets, however disturbing they may turn out to be. Escaping an exotic creature that incinerates things, which seems to have come to Thrax to find him, Severian finds himself again showing mercy to a condemned prisoner and is forced to flee the city. He and Dorcas separate, and he journeys alone into the mountains in search of the Pelerines, whom he believes to be the rightful keepers of the priceless relic which he carries, the Claw of the Conciliator.

On the road, he battles his enemy Agia, and the Alzabo, a beast which acquires the memories of those it consumes, as well as a gang of men who have opted to become as animals. In the wake of this violence, he takes an orphaned boy, little Severian, into his care. They encounter a village of men who claim to be sorcerers, and who possess more power than Severian at first believes. Escaping amidst the threat that yet another dangerous creature has been set upon his trail, Severian discovers a monarch from the past, Typhon, in an ancient city.

Typhon tries to manipulate Severian during a complex confrontation. Little Severian is killed. Continuing his journey, Severian is drawn into a local conflict on the side of a group of islanders being enslaved. He then discovers that his old companions Dr. Talos and Baldanders are the enslavers, and is forced to battle the giant Baldanders. In the wake of this battle, in which his sword and the Claw are both at least apparently, in the latter case destroyed, Severian seeks to digest a series of revelations: about the nature of Baldanders, the nature of the aliens who manipulate events on Urth yet profess to be his friends, and the nature of the Claw which he carried for so long.

As he does so, he finds himself approaching the edge of the war in the North. Severian finds himself wandering around when he first happens upon a dead soldier whom he revives with the Claw. The soldier remains unable to speak as they make their way to the Pelerines camp. In the camp, Severian suffers a fever and is treated along with others injured in the war.

While recovering, Severian judges a story telling contest. Before leaving he returns the Claw by putting it in an altar. Outside the church Severian is tasked to visit a friend of the Pelerines in the mountain, to bring him back from the danger of the war to the safety of the camp. Severian arrives to the man's house but, due to time-travel related phenomena, the man disappears as he is led away.

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Upon returning to the camp, Severian discovers it has been attacked and abandoned. Severian soon finds the new camp where most of those he met during his stay are dead or dying. Eventually, Severian is drawn into war against armies of the North composed of people known as Ascians.

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Severian nearly perishes but is rescued by the androgynous spy he met in the House Absolute, the Autarch of the Commonwealth. Severian is nursed back to health and converses with the Autarch about his role in the Commonwealth. They board a flier and while heading out over the war zone, they are shot down. The Autarch is dying and tells Severian to consume the alzabo vial around his neck and consume his flesh, as Severian is to be the next Autarch. Severian does so and thus he acquires hundreds of consciousnesses that the Autarch once had. Before the Autarch died, he messaged Vodalus that the Autarch was aboard the flier.

Thea and a group of Vodalus' men descend on the crash site and rescue Severian from the Ascians. Severian is held prisoner and is visited by Agia who attempts to kill him once again. He survives and is rescued by the green time traveler whom he rescued earlier in The Claw of the Conciliator. The green man opens a passage through time in which Severian is then visited by an alien who takes the form of Master Malrubius and Triskele.

Malrubius tells him that he must one day face a challenge that will either allow man to return to the stars if he succeeds or strip him of his manhood, leaving him infertile, and unable to produce an heir if he fails. Severian realizes that the last Autarch must have failed which feminized him and gave him his androgynous looks. After the meeting, Severian is left on a beach. He discovers a bush covered in thorns. He claims the single black one, grown from a species of bush that grow exclusively white Claw shapes, and ponders the meaning of the Claw in relationship to higher beings, time-travel and the New Sun.

Severian makes his way back to Nessus aboard a ship whose crew revere him on sight. He visits with people of his past and assumes the role of Autarch. He returns to the waiter who slipped him the note in the Shadow of the Torturer saying that Agia had been there before. The note was meant for Dorcas who reminded the waiter of his mother. A picture of Dorcas in a locket around the waiter's neck confirms this suspicion. Severian also notes that the waiter very much resembles himself and it is implied that the waiter is Severian's father.

The book ends with Severian exploring the citadel and retracing Triskele's steps through an underground building. Seeing the dog's footsteps and his own he follows the latter, returning to the Atrium of Time. The book is yet again a continuation of Severian's narration of the aftermath of his ascent to the throne and subsequent journey "between the suns" to be judged and win back the fountain of life that will rejuvenate the slowly dying sun and revive life on Urth. When the book begins, Severian has already rewritten his accounts of before and is beginning his new log aboard the spaceship that will take him to Yesod, an enigmatic planet, home to the godlike beings who have the power to grant Urth and its sun a new lease on life.

Aboard the ship, Severian meets Zak, a mysterious being, who begins small and soon develops human form and turns out to be the all-powerful Tzadkiel of Yesod. Once in Yesod, Severian faces an immense task of facing all the deceased people he has encountered since his childhood, including Thecla and Master Malrubius. When he faces the tribunal to be judged by Tzadkiel, he is told that the trial was already successfully passed.

Severian is made the New Sun. After his return to Urth from Yesod, he finds the sun still dying, and that the New Sun is still very far, far away, but nevertheless moving relentlessly. He learns that many years have passed backwards. He also learns that he possesses healing power that he once attributed the Claw of the Conciliator. He encounters an earlier version of Typhon who attempts to kill him.

He manages to escape via the Corridors of Time. There, with the aid of a version of Tzadkiel, he travels back to the future. In his palace he finds his wife Valeria sitting on the throne attended by his old enemy Baldanders who has grown enough to match the size of an undine.

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Shortly after Severian reveals himself, an apocalyptic flood washes away the citadel and much of the land of Urth, thus bringing destruction and rebirth. Severian, the main character and narrator to the series, can be interpreted as a Christ figure. His life has many parallels to the life of Jesus , and Gene Wolfe, a Catholic , has explained that he deliberately mirrored Jesus in Severian.

He compares Severian's profession as a torturer to Jesus's profession as a carpenter in The Castle of the Otter : [7]. It has been remarked thousands of times that Christ died under torture. Many of us have read so often that he was a "humble carpenter" that we feel a little surge of nausea on seeing the words yet again. But no one ever seems to notice that the instruments of torture were wood, nails, and a hammer; that the man who built the cross was undoubtedly a carpenter too; that the man who hammered in the nails was as much a carpenter as a soldier, as much a carpenter as a torturer.

Very few even have seem to have noticed that although Christ was a "humble carpenter," the only object we are specifically told he made was not a table or a chair, but a whip. Severian's life parallels Jesus' occasionally, with his descent into the cave of the man-apes being a Harrowing of Hell scene, his resurrection of Declan being a Lazarus of Bethany scene, and his friendship with Jonas reflecting Ahasuerus. In this respect he represents the wandering Jew. Also mirroring the crown of thorns, the Claw of the Conciliator, a thorn that causes Severian to shed blood, later becomes a religious relic due to its relation to Severian.

Terminus Est represents his crucifix , with Severian describing his sword in Urth of the New Sun as a "dark cross upon my shoulder. Peter Wright calls the series an " apotheosis " of traditional Dying Earth elements and themes, and Douglas Barbour suggests that the book is a foundational mosaic of that literary heritage:. Wolfe has not only written a truly marvellous science fantasy set millions of years in our future on a dying 'Urth', he has written the book on such works Traces of this literary tradition can be found throughout the book.

In The Sword of the Lictor , Cyriaca tells Severian a legend about an automated city, with rebirth as a central theme. This mirrors John W. Campbell 's Twilight , where sentient machines remove the need for human labor. Wolfe himself said that when he was a teenager Twilight had a great effect on his writing, and this homage to that story is not just a passing reference, but an allusion to a literary predecessor. Later in the story, Wolfe alludes to The Time Machine , with the scene where Severian meets the glowing man-apes mirroring the Time Traveler's confrontation with the Morlocks.

In both stories the protagonist holds up a light to awe the cave peoples, but in the Book of the New Sun Severian relates to the humanity of the man-apes with the glowing Claw of the Conciliator, while in The Time Machine the Time Traveler intimidates the Morlocks with his fire. Don Maitz illustrated the cover of the first publication, and Bruce Pennington illustrated the second cover. The original tetralogy has also been split into two volumes, appropriately named Shadow and Claw and Sword and Citadel , both published in by Orb Publications.

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Each book has been separately translated into French , German , Dutch , and Japanese. The Japanese printings of the tetralogy and coda were illustrated by Yoshitaka Amano. Each of the four original volumes won at least one major fantasy or science fiction award as the year's "Best Novel" as shown by the table below. Gene Wolfe uses a variety of archaic and obscure terms throughout the series, and Wolfe himself, in the appendix of The Shadow of the Torturer , explains that the words are used because they are the closest translations in our current language, and no words are created:.

In rendering this book—originally composed in a tongue that has not yet achieved existence—into English, I might easily have saved myself a great deal of labor by having recourse to invented terms; in no case have I done so.