Vernor Vinge - The Children of the Sky

After nearly twenty years, Vernor Vinge has produced an enthralling sequel to his memorable bestselling novel A Fire Upon the Deep.

Ten years have passed on Tines World, where Ravna Bergnsdot and a number of human children ended up after a disaster that nearly obliterated humankind throughout the galaxy. Ravna and the pack animals for which the planet is named have survived a war, and Ravna has saved more than one hundred children who were in cold-sleep aboard the vessel that brought them.

While there is peace among the Tines, there are those among themand among the humanswho seek powerand no matter the cost, these malcontents are determined to overturn the fledgling civilization that has taken root since the humans landed.

On a world of fascinating wonders and terrifying dangers, Vernor Vinge has created a powerful novel of adventure and discovery that will entrance the many readers of A Fire Upon the Deep. Filled with the inventiveness, excitement, and human drama that have become hallmarks of his work, this new novel is sure to become another great milestone in Vinges already stellar career.

I am grateful for the advice and help of:

David Brin, John Carroll, Cyndi Chie, Howard L. Davidson, Robert Fleming, Mike Gannis, Cherie Kushner, Keith Mayers, Sara Baase Mayers, Tom Munnecke, Diana Osborn, and Mary Q. Smith.

I am very grateful to my editor, James Frenkel, for all the time he has put into this book. Jim and Tor Books have been very patient with me in the long process of creating The Children of the Sky. (I know I said that about my last novelbut this one was about four times as much work.)

How do you get the attention of the richest businessperson in the world?

Vendacious had spent all his well-remembered life sucking up to royalty. He had never dreamed he would fall so low as to need a common merchant, but here he was with his only remaining servant, trying to find a street address in East Homes factory district.

This latest street was even narrower than the one they had left. Surely the worlds richest would never come here!

The alley had heavy doors set on either side. At the moment, all were closed, but the place must be a crowded madness at shift change. There were posters every few feet, but these were not the advertisements they had seen elsewhere. These were demands and announcements: WASH ALL PAWS BEFORE WORK, NO ADVANCE WAGES, EMPLOYMENT APPLICATIONS AHEAD. This last sign pointed toward a wide pair of doors at the end of the alley. It was all marvelously pompous and silly. And yet as he walked along, Vendacious took a long look at the crenellations above him. Surely that was plaster over wood. But if it was real stone, then this was a fortified castle hidden right in the middle of East Home commercialism.

Vendacious held back, waved at his servant to proceed. Chitiratifor advanced along the alley, singing praise for his dear master. He had not quite reached the wide doors when they swung open and a hugely numerous pack emerged. It was nine or ten and it spread across their way like a sentry line. Vendacious suppressed the urge to look up at the battlements for signs of archers.

The huge pack looked at them stupidly for a moment, then spoke in loud and officious chords. Employment work you want? Can you read?

Chitiratifor stopped singing introductory flourishes, and replied, Of course we can read, but were not here for

The gatekeeper pack spoke right over Chitiratifors words: No matter. I have application forms here. Two of it trotted down the steps with scraps of paper held in their jaws. I will explain it all to you and then you sign. Tycoon pay good. Give good housing. And one day off every tenday.

Chitiratifor bristled. See here, my good pack. We are not seeking employment. My lordhe gestured respectfully at Vendacioushas come to tell the Great Tycoon of new products and opportunities.

Paw prints to suffice if you cannot write The other interrupted its own speech as Chitiratifors words finally penetrated. Not wanting to apply for work? It looked at them for moment, took in Chitiratifors flashy outfit. Yes, you are not dressed for this doorway. I should have noticed. It thought for a second. You are in wrong place. Business visitors must visit to the Business Center. You go back five blocks and then onto the Concourse of the Great Tycoon. Wait. I get you a map. The creature didnt move, but Vendacious realized the pack was even more numerous than he had thought, extending back out of sight into the building; these Easterners tolerated the most grotesque perversions.

Chitiratifor shuffled back in Vendacious direction, and the nearest of him hissed, Thats a two-mile walk just to get to the other side of this frigging building!

Vendacious nodded and walked around his servant, confronting the gatekeeper directly. Weve come all the way from the West Coast to help Tycoon. We demand a courteous response, not petty delays!

The nearest members of the gatekeeper stepped back timidly. Up close, Vendacious could hear that this was no military pack. Except at dinner parties, it probably never had killed a single living thing. In fact, the creature was so naive that it didnt really recognize the deadly anger confronting it. After a moment, it reformed its line, and said Nevertheless, sir, I must follow my orders. Business visitors use the business entrance.

Chitiratifor was hissing murder; Vendacious waved him quiet. But Vendacious really didnt want to walk around to the official entranceand that wasnt just a matter of convenience. He now realized that finding this entrance was a lucky accident. Woodcarvers spies were unlikely this far from home, but the fewer people who could draw a connection between Tycoon and Vendacious, the better.

He backed off courteously, out of the gatekeepers space. This entrance would be fine if he could just talk to someone with a mind. Perhaps your orders do not apply to me.

The gatekeeper pondered the possibility for almost five seconds. But I think they do apply, it finally said.

Well then, while we wait for the map, perhaps you could pass on an enquiry to someone who deals with difficult problems. There were several lures Vendacious could dangle: Tell your supervisor that his visitors bear news about the invasion from outer space.

The what from where?

We have eyewitness information about the humans that provoked more blank looks. Damn it, fellow, this is about the mantis monsters!

Mention of the mantis monsters did not produce the gatekeepers supervisor; the fivesome who came out to see them was far higher in the chain of command than that! Remasritlfeer asked a few sharp questions and then waved for them to follow him. In a matter of minutes, they were past the gatekeeper and walking down carpeted corridors. Looking around, Vendacious had to hide his smiles. The interior design was a perfection of bad taste and mismatched wealth, proof of the foolishness of the newly rich. Their guide was a very different matter. Remasritlfeer was mostly slender, but there were scars on his snouts and flanks, and you could see the lines of hard muscle beneath his fur. His eyes were mostly pale yellow and not especially friendly.