Tobias Buckell is a very exciting new sf writer who combines the culture and atmosphere of his Caribbean upbringing with excellent adventure fiction. His first novel, Crystal Rain has just come out and he's posted the first third of the novel in chapters to his website:
Brown vines dried and crumbled along the village Refojee-Ten's edges.
Everything thirsted for the impending rainy season: the dry jungle, the
hard-packed dirt roads winding through the village, the two wells, and the
drooping emerald ears of corn.Wiry elders sat hunched over rickety tables outside playing cards, their
eyes scanning the late-afternoon sky as they shuffled and dealt.
In the distance over the green fringe of the treetops, the hazy Wicked
High Mountains cut and shredded dark clouds, forcing them to release sheets
of rain several days' walk away from Refojee-Ten. The elders flicked their
cards, flashed their gums, and licked lips as they eyed the pictures in their cal-
loused hands.Rainy season tugged at their joints. It made them feel older, creakier, and
yet thankful life was about to return because soon the jungle air blowing into
the streets would be wet, the roads muddy, and the corn so fresh you could
hear it grow at night in the fields.Yes, rainy season would burst in any day now.
So no one jumped when the thunder cracked the sky. They looked up and
nodded, wise to the land's regular cycle proving itself for yet another year, as
it had all the many years of their lives before.
