Dave Freer’s Star Dogs — by Patrick Richardson

*Note from Sarah — it seems to be climbing the Amazon ranks very handily indeed!*

Ok so Dave Freer’s Stardogs  is far from your usual SF fare. It is, in fact, hard to classify.

Well, except to say it’s brilliant.

I’ll let Dave describe what the book is about, from the blurb:

The Interstellar Empire of Man was built on the enslavement of the gentle Stardogs, companions and Theta-space transporters of the vanished Denaari Dominion. But the Stardogs that humans found can’t go home to breed, and are slowly dying out.

As the ruthless Empire collapses from its rotten core outward, an Imperial barge is trapped on top of a dying Stardog when an attempted hijacking and assassination go horribly wrong. Trying to save its human cargo, the Stardog flees to the last place anyone expected – the long-lost Denaari motherworld.

I won’t talk much more about what happens in the book, I don’t want to give it away, and you REALLY need to go buy this book.

However, I will say that the book is infused with Freer’s usual sly humor, and like most of his books, his gentle remonstrations about good and evil.

Freer’s opinions about the difference come through loud and clear in this book, more so than in his earlier works. That said, loud and clear for Dave Freer is still sufficiently subtle that he’s not beating you about the head with his libertarian-ish philosophy. And if it is less subtle than most of his previous work, this means only that it’s occasionally visible, rather than delivered with a touch so light as to be nearly subliminal.

The world building, as usual, is excellent, the characterizations excellent — if slightly two dimensional — and the plotting tight and well paced.

Overall, it’s a charming, wonderful first indy effort from a veteran which simply should NOT be missed.

Available from Amazon and other fine retailers for just $3.99.

GO BUY IT, NOW!!! Or I’ll hunt you down and pee in your wheaties.


*Note from Sarah — for the uninitiated, “Monkey” or more specifically Dr. Monkey is Dave Freer’s nickname from Baen’s Bar.  Also, for the uninitiated, Patrick Richardson is the annoying git (yes, we ARE friends, why?) who often emails me with “write faster, toots.”  So, threats of peeing in your breakfast just mean he likes you.*

Below is an excerpt of Stardogs © Dave Freer 2014

The People’s Empire of Gotha stretched across light-years. The mind-maps of the great Stardogs had taken men to 432 planets. The Empire held sway over all of them, even if only tenuously on a few like Arunachal. And of course many of the Denaari worlds had been virtually uninhabitable… But even so, the new Emperor, Turabi II, ruled absolute over 300 billion people.
Such power is beyond human understanding. Let us turn instead to a weeping girl who had hidden herself deep in the shrubbery of the vast enclosed imperial gardens of Phillipia, the seat of the Empire. She was nineteen. She had survived just about as many assassination attempts as she had years. This, the last one, an hour and a half ago, had cost her the life of her mother-figure as well as her father and step-mother.
She couldn’t have cared less about her father and step-mother, even if their death had put that horrible little toad, her sixteen year old step-brother Turabi, on the Diamond Throne. The Princess Royal wept instead, bitterly, inconsolably for her peasant-born ex-nurserymaid, who had mothered her, raised her, and finally shielded her beloved charge with her own body. Flecks of Lea’s blood stained her dress. The Princess knew that they were still out there, looking for her. Right now, she almost didn’t care if they found her.
Princess Shari buried her face in the fur of a small dog of dubious parentage. The dog, with canine understanding, allowed this, despite the fact that he was a Dog-of-Immense-Dignity, who believed that cuddling should only be permitted at times and places of its own choosing. The dog growled abruptly. The delicate pale green curtain of hanging Sambar-lilies parted.
Shari looked up. For a moment she thought it was her brother’s crony, Selim Puk. The man had the same almond eyes and dark hair, and moved with same catlike deadly grace. But this man was smaller. And the eyes were a softer brown. “I suppose you’ve come to kill me,” she said calmly.
In his hands the thin garrote-wire gleamed, confirming the truth of this. But he was startled. Hers was not the first life the high-priest of Kali-Dewa had sent him to harvest back into the great cycle. There had been many. But this was the first time he had been greeted thus. “You do not beg or plead?” This was an honorable thing indeed. Surely her rebirth would be a great one.
She shrugged, unafraid now that it had come. “Why? It wouldn’t make any difference. You’ve killed everyone I have ever loved. First Senn. Now my Lea.” She scratched the base of the dog’s ears. “I only have Otto here left. You won’t hurt him, will you?” She gave a tiny sigh, and hugged the mongrel, who turned to lick her nose. “I wonder what will become of him. He was only half-weaned when I found him. I don’t think he knows how to look after himself.” The dog, reassured by the calm tones, jumped off her lap and went to sniff the boots of the killer. Without thinking the man put a hand down to pet it.
“I have killed none of these people, lady. I will not harm your dog. I give my word that I shall find it a suitable home.”
She looked faintly surprised, but patted her thigh, calling Otto back to her. “Thank you. I didn’t expect that from one of Selim’s hatchet-men.”
“I am no one’s hatchet-man, lady. I am the holy executioner of the Kali-Dewa.” He stepped forward, unwinding the garrote.
“How depressing. You’re going to kill me for this ‘Kali-Dewa’ and I don’t even know who he is. I thought you were too pleasant to be one of my late father’s or my brother’s pet murderers.”
She made no move to resist as he skilfully dropped the loop of braided steel wire around her slim white neck. “You are a person of great honor, even if you do not know that the Dewa is always female. Where possible we are instructed to allow the victim a last prayer for their souls to ensure rebirth closer to the Dewa. I grant you this time to make your peace with the Goddess.”
His victim sighed. “I’ve no one to pray for except Otto. Lea and Senn are dead. Kill me if you’re going to. I’m so tired of running and being scared all the time.”
The wire slackened slightly. “You are supposed to pray for yourself, for forgiveness.”
The holy executioner was definitely at a loss now. “Because… well, because of your tyrannical rule of my people, and persecution of the holy church. You are the Duchess of Arunachal, after all.”
His victim began to laugh helplessly. Eventually, interspersed with little hiccups of hysterical laughter, she explained to the puzzled killer, “I’m hiding in the garden from my brother’s assassins. I haven’t a friend in the world besides my dog. I might be an Imperial Princess to you, but believe me, I couldn’t tyrannize anybody. I don’t think I could even order lunch now. I’m the titular head of seventeen planets, and patron of dozens of organizations. You don’t really think that really means anything do you? You don’t think I’m allowed to actually do anything, do you? I don’t even know where half the places are, never mind anything about them!”
“That is a sin itself. You should have found out, done something, gone to your dominions,” said the executioner doubtfully, as the dog sprang off her lap.
She shrugged. “So kill me for it. I haven’t even been able to get out of the palace to save myself, never mind visit my so-called dominions.”
By this stage the holy executioner had forgotten the garrote in his hands. The dog barked and he almost throttled the Princess instinctively. But Otto was barking at someone outside the shrubbery.
“That’s her damned dog. The girl must be in there somewhere. Selim said we were to finish off the girl and that damn dog of hers.” The voices were close. The girl ignored the garrote, and grabbed the dog who had pressed against her knees. The holy executioner stared in puzzlement as she turned away from the voices and held it her arms. Abruptly he realized that she was trying to shelter the dog from the bullets she expected. Yet, by the fierce look in her eyes she had been prepared to attack the newcomers barehanded to defend the dog, had she not been certain that the animal too would be killed.
It was a moment of epiphany. The executioner dropped his garrote, and, secure in the knowledge that he stood in the presence of a light-incarnation of the Kali-Dewa herself, went forth.
A single, small Aranachali man armed with two ancient fourteen-inch knives should really have been no match for two of Selim Puk’s professional killers. The men were top-graduate assassins trained for two years by the Imperial Security Service.
It actually was no match at all. The Dagger of the Goddess had begun his training when he could barely walk. He had twenty years of training to their two. His bloodline too had been honed for many, many generations to this purpose.


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37 responses to “Dave Freer’s Star Dogs — by Patrick Richardson

  1. Thanks, I got me a copy. Looking forward to reading this, hopefully it is soon.

  2. Just finished my last bit of time-wasting, and this one is next on the kindle block.

  3. I dunno, he has bad things to say about small dogs in this book.
    Especially poms …. (borrowing Drak’s frown)

    I mean, that’s just a bit of vile propaganda.

    • Paul (Drak Bibliophile) Howard

      Small dogs can be “yapping little annoyances” and those types deserve to be eaten. [Very Very Big Dragon Grin]

      Oh the other hand, those Pekes have to be treated carefully. If their people are threaten by “Demons Gods”, they return to their “True Form”. IE Lion-sized Dogs**. [Very Big Grin]

      **Reference to Barbara Hambly’s _Bride of the Rat God_. [Wink]

      • Loved that book. And I have a homage to a certain scene in it in the WIP 🙂

      • Definitely one of Hambly’s best. I re-read it every couple of years. I’ve also snarfed up Stardogs, but I’m heroically refraining until the weekend to start it. There is a great snippet from the book over at MadGeniusClub

  4. Bought the book yesterday and started the first chapter today- D-MN I will have to put it down for my writing time. I have the feeling I won’t be sleeping tonight.

  5. Oh yeah. Most of yesterday sort of disappeared somehow while I was surfing the wormholes and crashing on an alien planet. And I really, really ought to have read my amazon review in editor mode before pushing the button!

  6. Sorry. I have to pay for a new radiator, so I bought it through my own affiliate account.


  7. And the new Peter Grant book.


    • These prolific authors are a real pain, aren’t we, er *cough* they? 😉

      • I’m going to have to start stealing time from the oblivious and distracted just to catch up on the authors I’ve met here!

        I suppose I’ll find out if electrons ever get too heavy, as I keep adding ’em to the Kindle…

      • By the way, you gonna use those minutes?

        • I’ve got five spare I can give you. I’m not sure what’s in them though: you might find yourself exercising or standing in a line somewhere.

          Is this a hint that I need to hustle up with that children’s story Rada tells about what happens to time?

          • Beggars, choosers — I’ll take ’em.

            Do I seem like I’d drop hints? Me?

            I certainly wouldn’t pressure one of those complicit in the birth of a space waitress in my brain (that needs research). No-no, not little ol’ me.

            *wide-eyed innocence (and a beard)*

  8. I really should know better than to read snippets like this. I had intended to wait a month before buying this book, but it’s too late for that. That is a killer start to a book, and now I have to read the whole thing. Four bucks isn’t going to break me, but I still feel like a weak-willed noodle.

  9. just started to read it and Wings this week.

  10. So many new books… so little time! so many new authors! This is a good thing. I have been in a bit of a good book/author drought.

  11. Bought it when Cedar reviewed it, and it’s sitting there calling me…

  12. Question… is there anywhere I can get this in e-pub rather than kindle format? I do not have a Kindle.

    • I have no idea, but I know Dave doesn’t DRM so you are perfectly free to convert it. I recommend Sigil or Calibre as a tool.

      • Thanks Sarah and TXRed, I don’t have Calibre, though I have heard good things about it. I’ll grab it after work. My only complaint about Amazon is that they don’t sell epubs.

    • Heather I don’t see any e-pub yet, but do you have Caliber on your computer? It’s freeware that will convert e-book file formats. There are other programs and services out there, but I know Caliber works and is free and pretty painless to use.

  13. Looks like I won’t be doing any writing tonight 🙂

    • Dorothy Grant

      I’m looking forward to your next one! Though how you find time to write… I can’t figure that out!

  14. For the record, Mrs. Hoyt, you, Mr. Correia, and now Mr. Freer have me sitting at work trying not to dance around the room like a daffy teen going ‘book! Book! Book! Book!’ I have the free sample of the first book of your shifter series downloaded from Kobo and am anticipating buying the series. And will be buying Mr. Freer’s book. Once I get through those and the second two MHI books, I am going to have to look into some of the other authors and stories you mention. This may be the end of a very long spell of reader’s block. Thank you!

    • There is a fifth MHI book due out shortly, featuring Agent Franks. Larry Mr. Correia also has a second series (The Grimnoir Chronicles), of which the third volume has earned a coveted Hugo “best novel” nomination.

      Sarah Hoyt has other excellent books not tied to the Shifters stories, such as the Prometheus Award winning Darkship Thieves.

      Dave Freer has some novels featuring dragons.

      All of these books (and many fine others) are available from Baen Publishing. Baen likes books with rousing plots and worthy heroes. Shop Baen for all your Human Wave reading material. Once you’ve reached your daily recommended allowance of Ringo, Drake, Weber, Flint and other fine Baen authors, please do remember to check out the many fine Indie publishers of Human Wave fiction.

      Those readers who like their Human Wave aged, try historical fiction by such authors as Celia Hayes. For Human Wave mystery, try Stephanie Osborne’s Displaced Detective series.

      • You are trying to make me loose my composure at work aren’t you? I have made note of names, though I suspect I will be limited more by budget than material, at least for a bit. It’s a better delema than the other way around.

        • Don’t forget to drop by tomorrow for the Promo Post – there will be some new additions there. Or go through all the previous ones – we’ve got lots of awesome writers who hang out here.

        • Baen has it all from the Commie Flint (I love the 163x series) to libertarians like Mad Mike Z. Williamson (Freehold), to conservatives of various stripes like Weber and Ringo. And to get you hooked there is the Free Library so head over to http://www.baenebooks.com/c-1-free-library.aspx and get a hit. Then add the stuff you already had mentioned and you will need speed reading to keep up with the good stuff.

    • Oh, I empathize with Reader’s block. I was there for years.
      NOTHING I wanted to read.
      And while I like the Shifter’s series — don’t get me wrong — this one is my heart and soul:http://sarahahoyt.com/darkship-thieves/

      • I definitely will look into that one as well. It is good to have a reading list again. 🙂

        • Dorothy Grant

          Once you get into the Baen free library, you’ll be limited by time alone for quite some time. However, every weekend Free Range Oyster puts up a promo post for the authors among us. Scroll back by some weeks and you’ll find plenty of budget friendly good books!

  15. I downloaded a kindle reader for my tablet just to read the book. Started last night. Finished this morning. Good book. Great price. Dave gets bigger check.
    Win win win! :o)

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