Synopsis
The nation of Garnia has been at war for as long as Auxiliary Lieutenant Josette Dupris can remember – this time against neighboring Vinzhalia. Garnia’s Air Signal Corp stands out as the favored martial child of the King. But though it’s co-ed, women on-board are only allowed “auxiliary” crew positions and are banned from combat. In extenuating circumstances, Josette saves her airship in the heat of battle. She is rewarded with the Mistral, becoming Garnia’s first female captain.
She wants the job – just not the political flak attached. On top of patrolling the front lines, she must also contend with a crew who doubts her expertise, a new airship that is an untested deathtrap, and the foppish aristocrat Lord Bernat – a gambler and shameless flirt with the military know-how of a thimble. He’s also been assigned to her ship to catalog her every moment of weakness and indecision. When the Vins make an unprecedented military move that could turn the tide of the war, can Josette deal with Bernat, rally her crew, and survive long enough to prove herself to the top brass?
She wants the job – just not the political flak attached. On top of patrolling the front lines, she must also contend with a crew who doubts her expertise, a new airship that is an untested deathtrap, and the foppish aristocrat Lord Bernat – a gambler and shameless flirt with the military know-how of a thimble. He’s also been assigned to her ship to catalog her every moment of weakness and indecision. When the Vins make an unprecedented military move that could turn the tide of the war, can Josette deal with Bernat, rally her crew, and survive long enough to prove herself to the top brass?
Praise for THE GUNS ABOVE
“Steampunky navy-in-the-air military tale full of sass and terrific characters. Great storytelling. Loved it.” ―Patricia Briggs
“The Guns Above is a sharp, witty Ruritanian adventure full of flintlock rifles, plumed shakos, brass buttons... and airships! Taking place in an alternate mid-nineteenth-century Europe where dirigibles ply the smoky air over battlefields and women have been grudgingly admitted to the air corps,The Guns Above takes a clear-eyed, even cynical view of the 'glories' of war, complete with blood, shit, shattered limbs, and petty squabbles among the nobility. The aerial combat is gut-clenchingly realistic, the two viewpoint characters are well-drawn and as different as can be, and the action never stops. Hard women learn compassion, soft men learn bravery, and the fate of a nation depends on one rickety airship and its stalwart crew. A winner!”―David D. Levine, author of Arabella of Mars
“An engaging gunpowder adventure with a helping of witty Noel Coward dialogue and a touch of Joseph Heller.” ―Tina Connolly, Nebula Award-nominated author of Ironskin
“Wonderfully adventurous and laudably detailed. Bennis paints airship battles so clearly you'd swear they were from memory.” ―Becky Chambers, author of The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet
“Buckle in. The crew of the Mistral will take readers on adventures they won’t soon forget.” ―Pip Ballantine, author of The Ministry of Peculiar Occurrences series
“Hold on to your goggles, Bennis' The Guns Above is a nonstop ride.” ―Suzanne Lazear, author of The Aether Chronicles Series
“A fast-paced military fantasy, full of colourful characters and quirky humour that had me laughing throughout. Every fan of airships should read this.” ―Marc Turner, author of Dragon Hunters
“Bennis writes a pleasing mix of banter and gritty battle scenes, combining both the adrenaline rush of combat and its horrifying results, and never indulging in too-sudden social victories that might cheapen the longstruggle against embedded prejudice.”― Publishers Weekly
“The Guns Above is a sharp, witty Ruritanian adventure full of flintlock rifles, plumed shakos, brass buttons... and airships! Taking place in an alternate mid-nineteenth-century Europe where dirigibles ply the smoky air over battlefields and women have been grudgingly admitted to the air corps,The Guns Above takes a clear-eyed, even cynical view of the 'glories' of war, complete with blood, shit, shattered limbs, and petty squabbles among the nobility. The aerial combat is gut-clenchingly realistic, the two viewpoint characters are well-drawn and as different as can be, and the action never stops. Hard women learn compassion, soft men learn bravery, and the fate of a nation depends on one rickety airship and its stalwart crew. A winner!”―David D. Levine, author of Arabella of Mars
“An engaging gunpowder adventure with a helping of witty Noel Coward dialogue and a touch of Joseph Heller.” ―Tina Connolly, Nebula Award-nominated author of Ironskin
“Wonderfully adventurous and laudably detailed. Bennis paints airship battles so clearly you'd swear they were from memory.” ―Becky Chambers, author of The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet
“Buckle in. The crew of the Mistral will take readers on adventures they won’t soon forget.” ―Pip Ballantine, author of The Ministry of Peculiar Occurrences series
“Hold on to your goggles, Bennis' The Guns Above is a nonstop ride.” ―Suzanne Lazear, author of The Aether Chronicles Series
“A fast-paced military fantasy, full of colourful characters and quirky humour that had me laughing throughout. Every fan of airships should read this.” ―Marc Turner, author of Dragon Hunters
“Bennis writes a pleasing mix of banter and gritty battle scenes, combining both the adrenaline rush of combat and its horrifying results, and never indulging in too-sudden social victories that might cheapen the longstruggle against embedded prejudice.”― Publishers Weekly
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JOSETTE DUPRE
WOKE atop a bleak and stony hill, her head throbbing, her uniform soaked in
blood, and the thunder of the cannons still echoing in her ears. Incandescent
embers danced above her, swarming past her body and disappearing into the oily
smoke all around.
Her only living
companion was a carrion crow that stood atop her boot. She tried to kick it
off, but lacked the strength for even that trifling movement. The crow held
firm, staring back at her with little black eyes that reflected the flaming
wreck of the airship Osprey. She had no memory of her escape from the stricken
ship, but she must have gotten out somehow. If she were still inside, she would
be on fire, and she was reasonably convinced that this was not the case.
From somewhere
down the hill came the sounds of hoofbeats and musketry. The musket fire was
sparse—not the crisp, hearty bang of a fusillade, or even the rolling crackle
of skirmishers. Rather, these were the sounds of a rout; of an army not merely
defeated but shattered, its remnants a panicked mob fleeing from pursuing
horsemen. But which army had been routed? Hers or the enemy’s?
At that moment,
she couldn’t recall who was winning when Osprey went down. She remembered the
crash, and the hostile soldiers who swarmed over Osprey’s railing. She
remembered commanding the crew to burn the ship. But after that, there was a
most curious gap in her memory, beginning from the moment a skirmisher cracked
the butt of his rifle into her skull.
Now that she
thought of it, she couldn’t even recall what enemy they were fighting. Was it
Brandheim or Vinzhalia? But this couldn’t be Brandheim—it wasn’t cold enough.
Yes, yes. Brandheim was last year’s war. This year’s was Vinzhalia, which meant
the battle had been against the Vins.
But who the hell
had won the damn thing?
She had to work
it out quickly. Scavengers from the victorious army were already approaching.
She couldn’t see them through the smoke, but she could hear their boots
clomping on the rocky earth, their bayonets slicing open pockets and packs, and
the gurgling cries of wounded men who were too addled or stupid to play dead.
They chatted
while looting, but Josette couldn’t discern their language. By the sound of it,
this regiment had been drawn from some border county and spoke a dialect
neither quite Garnian nor Vinzhalian. She did her best to place it, but she had
no ear for that sort of thing.
They came so
close that she could see their silhouettes, like shades lurking in the gloom.
She closed her eyes, for she couldn’t hold them open in this stinging smoke,
but now she couldn’t see their uniforms. Moreover, she was only delaying the
inevitable, consigning herself by inaction to a lingering death on this
miserable hill.
Footsteps
approached and the crow took flight. Above her, a young man spoke. She could
barely make out his mutt dialect, but he seemed to be lamenting the waste of a
woman killed in battle. This sentimentality did not stop him from kneeling down
and rifling through Josette’s pockets. Finding nothing of value, he drew a
knife, cut away her flight harness, and sliced open all the hems and folds in
her uniform where a soldier’s wealth might be hidden.
She stayed limp
through it all, even when an exploratory hand groped under her waistcoat and
lingered there far longer than was required to check for coins. Her resolve
wavered only when she heard the pliers click together. She’d heard that a good
set of teeth could fetch as much as five liras, and now lamented the lack of
decay in hers. Could she stay still, stay quiet, while her teeth were being
yanked out one by one? How many would he take? How long would she have to
endure it? Perhaps it was better to cry out now and risk the bayonet.
And then she
heard the airship above. By its sound, she judged it a light semi-rigid with
six airscrews, a Deacon steamjack engine, and Merle reduction gearing. That
made it an N3-class scout—probably Captain Ravi Salicar’s ship, the
Sparrowhawk. And since the fusiliers weren’t alarmed by its presence above
them, they were surely Garnian as well.
Her eyes shot
open and she called out, “Stop!”
The Garnian
fusilier froze with his pliers an inch from her mouth. Another man came to
help, and together they pulled Josette to her feet. As she rose, the throbbing
in her head turned into a sucking, hollow feeling. Her vision filled with
stars, and the world went black.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Robyn Bennis is a scientist living in Mountain View, California, where she works in biotech but dreams of airships. She has done research and development involving human gene expression, neural connectomics, cancer diagnostics, rapid flu testing, gene synthesis, genome sequencing, being so preoccupied with whether she could that she never stopped to think if she should, and systems integration.
Her apartment is within sight of Hangar One at Moffett Airfield, which was once the West Coast home to one of America's largest airships, the USS Macon.
Her debut novel, The Guns Above, comes out in May 2017.
Her apartment is within sight of Hangar One at Moffett Airfield, which was once the West Coast home to one of America's largest airships, the USS Macon.
Her debut novel, The Guns Above, comes out in May 2017.
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