It was awfully one-sided, I thought. Col is smitten with her, and she almost never reciprocates. But other than that, I loved Riff. She was hilarious, which I appreciated, and Harland gave her some interesting features that helped me picture her more clearly although how does black and blonde hair grow naturally?
She acted a little too high and mighty sometimes, but I got over it. I thought the entire idea was interesting. You've got these two social classes, Upper Decks and Filthies, who are so separated, and whose reputations are so skewed by their opposites, that they originally believe they're different species. How weird, if slightly unbelievable. And then you've got the idea of the juggernauts. At first I pictured them as the ships in Kenneth Oppel's Airborn trilogy.
I thought juggernauts flew. But then it hit me that they don't, and I had to switch gears. The idea that the juggernauts just carve a path in the earth is fascinating and visually arresting, if you can picture it. And the whole concept of revolution is great, especially when you've got characters like Col caught in the middle. The execution was pretty good, actually. The writing was not too boring, not too short, whatever. Not exceptional, not bad. The story hit some dull spots, though. I mean, a good portion of the book was spent following Col through his first weeks of school.
I understand if that's an event that needs to happen, but I don't really care about how his grandmother ordered his supplies for him. That whole part could've been ushered on a little faster. One writing ploy I did like was the fight scenes. Harland spent a lot of time on the fight scenes, both hand-to-hand and gunfights.
It was kind of awesome. And I really enjoyed the climax, with the actual revolution and the guns and the crazy Mormus guy. It was my favorite part, and I really don't have anything bad to say about it. At the very end, Riff could've been a bit nicer to Col, considering they're supposed to be a thing, but that's the epilogue, not the climax. I like steampunk, although the clothes kind of creep me out. Not a good romance or character development read, though. So pick your criteria wisely when choosing this book.
Made it about halfway through before skimming it. It felt perhaps a little static and I was expecting just a little more oomph. A little more to like in the characters of Col and Riff - they were almost TOO consistent in their characters if that makes sense. Anywho, enjoyed the concept but didn't feel like I could really get into it. The great juggernaut, Worldshaker has stood the test of years. For Colbert Porpentine, or Col, it has been home all his life and as a member of the first family and grandson of the supreme commander who is second only to the Queen , that life has been a very easy one.
However, when his grandfather announces his intention to name Col his successor, the world that Col thought he knew begins to change as things that have been in the shadows and only whispered about away from the ears of "polite" s The great juggernaut, Worldshaker has stood the test of years. However, when his grandfather announces his intention to name Col his successor, the world that Col thought he knew begins to change as things that have been in the shadows and only whispered about away from the ears of "polite" society start intruding into Col's perfect world.
Namely, the detested "Filthies" and the secrets surrounding them. Worldshaker was not my cup of tea. I would love to add more steampunk books to my shelf, but this did not do it for me. I've read it a long time ago and thought about having a second go at it to provide more points for this review, but realized I would not be trudging back through those pages even if I had been paid my weight's worth in cheesecake.
So forgive me if my insights aren't spot on. The story wasn't awful in it's entirety, but I did have huge problems with the writing and character deve Worldshaker was not my cup of tea. The story wasn't awful in it's entirety, but I did have huge problems with the writing and character development. I guess I shouldn't expect much for a child with bountiful upbringing, but I feel like Col's head is up in the clouds more than it should be after just one encounter with a Filthy girl. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I recall a scene where he was confronted by school bullies and his thoughts would still be drifting back to Riff.
If I'd been him, I would either have hauled ass out of there or thrown a chair at them, not thinking about my petty crush. He acted too much like a pining heartsick pup for my tastes and fell in love a little too fast. Riff, in the meantime, didn't even give a little which made the relationship feel slightly one-sided. Riff as a leader of the Filthies at 14 again, correct me if I'm wrong wasn't too convincing for me: For me, the book portrayed her as a better fighter than a leader.
But those are just my two cents on that setup. The writing was a bit sloppy at times, and immature. It had an interesting, if unoriginal, premise, and the steampunk setup alone was good enough to make me buy the book, but it fell flat on a lot of points. If there are any plot holes and unanswered questions I had encountered that will be resolved in the second book, I won't be bothering to find out.
What do you get if you take the Hungry City Chronicles and remove most of the subtlety from them? Hs lead characters are likable and well-developed, but unfortunately the morality ends up being too black-and-white for most teen readers. Col Porpentine has just been named the successor of his grandfather Q: Col Porpentine has just been named the successor of his grandfather, who is the commander of the Worldshaker think a portable England. He lives the elite lifestyle of the upper classes, while mute "menials" serve them, and unseen "filthies" keep the Worldshaker constantly moving.
Col has lived like this all his life, and his destiny seems to be set. You can guess what happens: As he learns more about the Worldshaker and the cruelty of the people who command it, he also finds that his sympathies are rapidly shifting to the Filthies. I love futuristic steampunk adventures, and I adore the Hungry City Chronicles. Perhaps it's the chasm-like divide between the villains and heroes -- the villains are Evilly Evil for the sake of Evilness, while the good guys are pure of heart. No subtlety, no shades of grey. But despite the familiar premise, it is a well-developed story.
Harland devotes a lot of time to the social strata of the Worldshaker, and the class war that is rapidly brewing from the lower decks -- as well as how the upper classes are trained not to even see the Filthies as humans. He does do a good job of that. As for Col and Riff, they are sadly the only characters given a thorough fleshing out. They're likable, but nothing special -- he's an ignorant rich boy, while she's a plucky poor girl who is trying to evade the mysterious process that turns Filthies into menials.
Actually, I would have liked to see more from her perspective. It's not too original and there's little moral greyness, but it's still a light, enjoyable steampunk read. Die Geschichte spielt in einer alternativen Gegenwart, in der die Kontinente weitgehend unbewohnbar sind und die Menschheit in riesigen Dampfschiffen um die Erde reisen, die auch landtauglich sind. Die Idee klang toll und sie hatte auch wirklich Potenzial, aber die Umsetzung verlief leider auf einem extrem kindlichen Niveau.
Die Liebesgeschichte hat mich leider gar nicht angesprochen. This was a fast and light read. And it was mostly enjoyable, though definitely a young adult book. I knew it was YA, and I'm not entirely sure what I expected, but I couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed. The writing was very simplistic. And Col's naivety and flip-flopping bothered me a lot. I mean, I suppose it's understandable given the situation, but I found he came to life-changing conclusions too simply and suddenly. Also, the treatment of female characters in the book was not impressiv This was a fast and light read.
Also, the treatment of female characters in the book was not impressive. Again, I can let some of it go because of the world in which the novel was set, but it still bothered me. But really, all the characters did in one way or another. There were all kinds of illustrations - they'd gathered every clue on the characters' appearances - and costume requirements, etc. And a preliminary blurb for a film of the book, with Daniel Radcliffe cast as Col and - oh help, I've forgotten - someone else for Riff Lesley Anne Taylor?
The film angle is getting close to the truth, as Hollywood interest moves from vague to very focused. Meanwhile, the students are going to produce posters for the movie. Some are also going to produce a bottle of Ebnolia's perfume and advertising copy for marketing it! Wonder what they'll call it? The projects aren't finished yet - but they've promised to send me photos when they are. A nice confidence-booster yesterday! So the students reviewed and voted, then the Chair opened an envelope and read out the actual winner as announced that day. But the best bit for me was when the Chair took a 'popular vote' that included Worldshaker along with the shortlist since the students had all read Worldshaker too.
Worldshaker was way ahead as first choice! Today in Australia, it was like the first day of Spring. Real heat in the sun, a glorious bright warm day. We've turned the corner and left Winter behind. I feel like I've turned a corner too - since yesterday. I've been struggling to get back into the writing after the overseas tours, struggling over a particular story for a steampunk anthology.
I've had all the comments in from US, UK and Australia, and I'd been baffled and boggled over how to integrate all the different revisions. All I needed to do was make a start and launch into it - and already I'm excited about the improvements. It must have been part of the same mood that yesterday I also saw exactly what I have to do with my steampunk story. I rough-drafted the last quarter - it's almost novella length - and all the parts fell into place. I got a handle on the 'voice' too, which has been giving me problems all along.
Four separate starts, and never quite getting it right - but now I can! Like the sap in the trees, the creative juices are flowing again! The backlog of emails and other work just keeps hanging over me. I heard from my German publisher today — the German edition of Worldshaker comes out at the end of this month. The cover looks like this, very nice -. She my German publisher is reading the first draft of Liberator too — so far, all my good feelings about that book have been confirmed!
Wish I could just stop the clock and take time out for planning for a few days. Word-of-mouth is on my side! Back home, and I ought to be recovering and relaxing after 6 weeks away. Take a deep breath. No panic — just work through it slowly and steadily. Getting back into writing mode seems like a distant dream right now! So strange to come home to Australia and find it so cold. After the last three weeks of hot sunny weather in England and Europe, how can Wollongong be so chilly? Guess who we ran into in Sydney airport as we staggered away from customs through the entry hall?
There was John Howard, no less, surrounded by reporters who wanted to know what he thought of not being elected vice-president by the International Cricket authority. I just answered an email from someone at one of the first book events I did at San Diego, and it seems to have happened in another world in another era. I expect to be suffering cyberlag for about a week. That was me in one of the Borders bookshops in San Diego. Here it is, alas, our last evening overseas. Yesterday I resisted the blandishments of the ladies of the night, even though they posed in windows and doorways in the most negligent of underwear.
On the other hand, Aileen bought a bodice of a deep blue colour and black lace — how could they compete? Today we did the 2 obvious tourist things in Amsterdam — we went for a canal ride and visited the Rijksmuseum. Though maybe neat and tidy has got left behind recently — garbage and grafitti all over the place — the new laissez-faire since they discovered dope? Packing is almost done. By some miracle, my big case now weighs only 18 and a bit kilos — which is a relief, since Malaysian Air only allows Actually, the miracle has a scientific explanation — I rolled my used clothes up v v v tight and packed them into my carryon luggage, which weighs a ton.
Well, probably at least 12 kilos, and Malaysian Air only allows five. Today was the train trip from Bruges to Amsterdam.
Antwerp was a nightmare, the platform was crowded with people all young, hippyish, holidayish and they made a rush for the carriage doors before we could make our rush the carriage doors. We had to fight our way on board, literally the last ones in, when every seat was taken, every aisle was full of people standing, and the open spaces at the end of the carriages were choc-a-bloc.
We had to push people out of the way with our big suitcases — and most everyone else had cases and bags too. So we travelled standing, squashed on every side. People trying to pass had to climb over bags. I vowed there and then to travel first class next time. We got out of that train hot and sweaty and reliieved to breathe fresh air again. Close to the railway station is also the red light district.
Many many little glowing red lights in all the side streets, and the young ladies of the night are just starting to take up their position in the windows. Just like old times, when I visited Amsterdam at the end of the 70s. There was the hash and dope menu, all laid out on the counter, different costs for about 50 varieties. The beer menu weighed a ton, divided into separate categories like Special Beers, Abbey beers, trappiste beers, fruit beers, lambic beers. I mostly experimented with abbey and trappiste varieties — my favourites — but had a lambic beer too last night.
Totally different, sort of sharp and refreshing. Almost too hot today, at least for walking around as a tourist. Must be still about 30 degrees now. We wandered as far as the beguinhof — the nunnery. The beguinhof sums Bruges up in a way, like a quiet retreat from the world. Forgot to mention one funny event from yesterday — or was it the day before?
But this was no ordinary service — this was the one time of the week for the Procession of the Holy Blood, when a long vessel like a gold-encased tube is presented for the special prayers of the devout. Liquid blood or dried blood? Anyway, Aileen joined the queue to pass before the relic, touch it and make a prayer — but realised too late that you were supposed to make a donation — and not subtly, not discreetly, but right on the steps going up to where the priest sat with the vessel virtually in his hands. So she went through with it, geneflucted, touched the vessel, made a prayer — but whereas everyone else got a card, no card for Aileen!
Had a great birthday dinner for Aileen last night, sitting by a restaurant window overlooking a canal. With swans swimming, of course — maybe you can just see them in the canal in the background …. Oh well, maybe not, but I know they were there. Today we went on a boat trip around the canals of Bruges. Very different to Venice, v calm and quiet, with overhanging trees, and swans taking their cygnets on morning outings. Every kind of knickknack at ridiculously cheap prices — including fabulour brass candelabra we really want a nez candelabra.
A real treasure for just a few bucks — I had to have it. Bruges is the perfect place for taking it easy, rambling along narro cobbled streets and green dreamy canals, drinking Belgian beer the best, and v strong and v cheap , sampling Belgian chocolates. Did I mention before that our bedroom window looks out on a canal? We turn our backs for a couple of minutes and the whole political scene changes.
Kevin out and Julia in? When I left 6 weeks ago, the worst for Kevin was a couple of bad opinion polls!!! Just the perfect weather, blue skies shining down on the leafy boulevards, and our hotel was in the perfect area — the south end of the Latin Quarter, near the Rue Mouffetard. Rue Mouffetard nearby is a wonderful narrow cobbled street winding up through markets and fromageries, epiceries, every kind of old-style shop, along with a million restaurants.
The journey across Paris by Metro was hell, and ditto the journey back today. But heavy suitcases on the hot packed Metro — and all the steps to carry them up and dozn. The escalators — of which there are hardly any anyway- never seemed to be working in the direction we wanted. And today, the rail workers were having a go-slow, so I stood in a queue of about thirty people and took over an hour to get to the front.
But those were the only bad bits. Paris itself was, well, just so Parisian. There was also lunch with the people from Helium, my French publisher. We ate at a restaurant in Rue Mouffetard, of course.
Great people, and for once I remembered to take a photo — that is, Aileen reminded me. It was good to hear that the French edition is going into reprint. The last couple of days have been great — except for the travel part. But apart from that, the last couple of days have been great. Floods of nostalgia, rivers of reminiscence! So much to catch up on — and so many half-forgotten memories unearthed. Aileen and I stayed overnight with Kit, then headed off from East Croydon railway station — Aileen straight to Brighton where she met up with a friend, me to Dorking, a one-time small market town, now an outer part of the London conurbation.
Home of my UK publisher, Templar. I met up with Phil, my publicist, again, and Emily my editor — at last, I now have a face to go with so many emails. Also Mandy and Ruth and many more. Emily had already read Liberator. We talked about some v small possible improvements.
Went out to lunch with Emily, Mandy, Ruth and Phil — v relaxing, under a sunshade at the back of a restaurant.
Later, after the hell ride to Brighton, I went over to meet Ian Miller at his house, not far from our hotel. The whole house is a fabulous collection of art-inspiring oddities. So anyway, we talked and talked and talked — it was a fantastic evening. I feel sorry to be leaving England behind …. Last talk yesterday at the Borders Festival the Borders area in the south of Scotland, not the bookshop chain. And the festival as a whole was great — white marquees set up in an old garden with the sun shining. It was cucumber sandwiches on the lawn weather, a lovely holiday feel.
Earlier, Aileen and I went around Melrose Abbey, a grand ruined Cistercian abbey church and cloisters. I realised this was my first bit of true sightseeing on the whole trip so far. Today I re-organised my suitcase so that all the stuff I use for presentations — clothes, displays etc — went to the bottom. We arrived yesterday, staying at a delightful guest house nearby. Yesterday evening was a reeception and sitting around talking — I was a bit daunted in advance, because of course everyone knew everyone else, and Aileen and I knew noone.
But everybody was very friendly and welcoming, so we soon got over that. The UK tour is rushing to a close — I do a presentation today, travel to London and catch up with my relatives, then travel south to have lunch with my UK publisher, on further to Brighton to meet Ian Miller — then the next day is back to London and over the Channel to France. I ought to be tired with all the travel and presentations, I MUST be tired — but right now I feel as if I could keep doing this for weeks and months non-stop! I love it when kids get carried away with questions — when more and more of them put their hands up, more and more enthusiastically.
It took me back to the school I went to in England, long long ago, when all-boys grammar schools were far more common than now. The students even wore a uniform similar to Sudbury Grammar — green jackets with red piping round the edges. Ours was more a carrotty red, and we had caps too.
There was a traditional feel about the school in general — in a good way. Or maybe it was just nostalgia on my part. This morning I counted numbers of socks, shirts, undies, pants. Getting towards the end of the trip — only 2 weeks left! Like my microfibre shirts and pants — they dry so fast. And my washing line for hanging above the bath, my whisky for gargling after doing talks. Sunshine and blue skies! Yesterday was a long, long day! Up before 5 am. That was fun — then on to Buckie High School in the same area.
Whereas the US tour was mainly bookshop readings and signing, the UK tour is mainly school visits. Today another couple of school visits, including an interview for Teen Titles magazine by the students of Liberton High. Then on to Manchester tomorrow. Another day, another city ….
We had a sunny day! A chilled guinness, just like Australia. A lot of houses for different branches of the family at different times -yet all within a small area of half a dozen streets. Amazing how families used to hang together — at least, until they left to find work in places like Australia and South Africa, and then hardly saw their families again in the days before jet travel. Later today we head back to Edinburgh and the same hotel. Monday is going to be my hardest day of all — getting up to catch a train at 5 am, then 3 school presentations, and not getting back to the hotel until after 9 pm.
Now in Newcastle, where I did a workshop with a class of kids who are doing a steampunk project, building an old-fashioned-y steam-age construction. Such a treat to talk to converts! I can understand why. The weather has turned sunny after a cloudy morning. Not warm, exactly, but really pleasant. A sort of brisk summeriness. British internet at hotels has gone into swift decline.
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At London, we had our own internet computer in the room. At Bristol, only a hotel computer to use, and expoensive. What the hotel has is an incredible location facing the towering Walter Scott Memorial on Princes street, this amazing 19th Century gothic structure, as black as if charred by fire.
Our bedroom window looks out onto that and also the whole skyline of the Royal Mile, very dramatic. Edinburgh is brrrr-ugh — very cold. Lots of fine drizzly rain, which we had in Bristol too. Now, for the moment, the sun has come out — but wait till the next time I look out the cafe window. All of this stuff is just standard in Edinburgh — or not very unusual, anyway. The whole city is old and sandstone-y. Very quick blog while waiting for plane from Bristol to Edinburgh. Did two school visits yesterday — really good kids. Bristol area is West Country — lovely accent, all green fields and on-off rain to keep it that way.
Got Aileen an amazing art nouveau style necklace for birthday instead. Aileen arrived this morning … but not the tall and elegant version of Aileen, more of a wrung-out dishcloth version, after 36 hours without sleep. So good to see her in any version! Red shirt to colour-coordinate with red postbox. We went walking today — checking out pubs for a pub dinner tonight an amazing congregation of very traditional pubs in this area too!
Wish I had more to say — the one time I have an internet computer in the room, but nothing much to tell except the dramatic phone call from Reception when Aileen arrived at 7. Okay, maybe not so English after all — but I dote on marzipan. New York was a blast — the high point of the US tour. There were high points all along the way — but, I mean, I know I can do readings and talk up my latest book. Which was a great feeling for me — plus, I was impressed by the high morale of everyone there.
It was great to put faces to names — Navah my editor, Taryn my publicist, Paul the director of publicity, Catharine the steampunk afficionado — and of course David my publisher. All so full of energy and enthusiasm. I had lunch withDavid afterward at a great little Mexican restaurant. Whereas Mexican is hugely popular in the States — every level from solid cheap fare to the to-die-for delicious. My two best Mex meals were this one in New York and one in Phoenix. The Phoenix place did guacamole and enchiladas and the classic Mexican standards brilliantly; the New York one opened up whole new possibilities beyond the standards.
I was sorry to leave the States. The same waistcoat as in the photo above — part of my standard steampunk costume The cab driver nearly gave up and took off without me. Flying to London was a drag, as flying always is. Did I ever mention I was flying with Icelandair, since way back before the volcano erupted?
Aileen joins up with me tomorrow, yippee! Woke up this morning and turned on the tap — nothing. Tried all the taps — no water. The front desk told me that a water main had burst overnight and no room had any water — not even to flush the toilet. I had the choice of staying in the Hyatt and showering at the Millenium Hotel over the road, or re-locating to the Millenium. I made the changeover in an early morning blur — I guess it was lucky that the rooms were available and so close. The hotels are almost exactly the same standard.
Did some meeting and greeting and signing at bookshops this afternoon — taken from place to place by my escort. People in American bookshops seem very busy — they wear intercoms so messages are always flying around the store — but when they have time they really give you their support. Nothing more important than recommendations from a bookshop person! Then, late in the evening, I fly to London via Iceland. The volcano is being nice and quiet at the moment — touch wood. Still in the Hotel Seelbach. I had to go dress up in my full steampubnk regalia, just to have a photo taken coming down those stairs.
Did a reading and signing last night at a Borders store — no tornado, not even a storm. The Borders chain is flourishing fine in the US, stores everywhere and big ones too. Afterwards I had a true Kentucky dinner — fried catfish and fried green tomatoes.
Both rolled in flour and cornmeal, and deep fried. Mass stock signings this afternoon, then on to Lexington, then Cincinnatti this evening. There are storms forecast for later, and even the chance of tornadoes. First thing I noticed when I arrived at Louisville airport was the tornado shelter. Another reading and signing this evening — it may have to be a v loud reading if there are tornadoes blowing!
This morning I had to part from my two plasma TVs - just as I was just getting used to surfing screen number two while screen number one was having an ad break. The staircase is sheer Gone With the Wind — gilding and mahogany everywhere. This tour is like a tourist trip around all the best that US hotels can offer! Town being Louisville, home of the Kentucky Derby and bourbon and paddlewheelers on the old Ohio. I started browsing a shopping catalogue on the flight from Phoenix. Americans love gadgets — and so do I! Very appropriate for a steampunk writer, and the truth is I always wanted to be an inventor.
How about these for some wacky gadgets? For the financially-minded, there was a Front pocket Wallet, not rectangular, but specially curved on one side to fit in the shape of the male front pocket. Also, a Stainless Steel Wallet, more than normally durable and also prevents identity theft by anyone secretly scanning the credit cards through your jacket. One of my favourites was the Solar-Powered Mole Repeller — you plant it in your lawn, and it uses the power of the sun to send a vibration through the ground that moles just hate. Or, also for the garden, a simple means for aerating the ground to encourage oxygen into the soil.
Make your own aerating holes by walking around — and you can replace the spikes at half the full cost when they wear out …. My rooms and I mean rooms — even my bathroom has rooms! Everything in Phoenix is unbelievably spread out. It hurt, even though it all goes on expenses. Naturally we have our own courtyard, swimming pool and spa -.
I feel like Crocodile Dundee — I want to make a little camp in one corner of my main living area, light a fire and feel all cosy! My first evening in Phoenix was a book reading and signing — supported by the Brose Brothers as my backing act. Phoenix is not the obvious home of steampunk, but these guys were sensational. Yesterday I did a school visit to Magnet Traditional School.
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Did a bookshop panel followed by a reading yesterday evening, at the legendary Mysterious Galaxies bookshop in San Diego. Me in my steampunk cap, Megan alongside. Had my first Californian wine — have to admit, pretty good. Had to get up at 4. Made it to the airport, caught my flight to San Farancisco, met uyp with my San Fran escort, Frank — but it was all a blur until I got to the school I was visiting, in Berkeley. Very different to any Australian school. I did a presentation that tied in with their career day writing as a career?
A hotel with great character — the Rex. Third day in the States. Big navy vessels send a shiver down my back — even though none of them match up to juggernaut size. But down in the tiny bunkrooms, in among the engines and machinery and wiring — it all had the juggernaut feeling. Plus that unmistakeable smell of lead paint.
Last night I did my first reading and signing at the San Diego Borders. Vast store — and to start with, a small audience. I was nervous until I got going. Then I did my readings at full store-filling volume, and suddenly the audience grew much bigger. Sold and signed a fair few copies, and gained some good friends, including the store manager.
Today, I had the morning and afternoon off — went to the San Diego zoo, which is the biggest in the US. Highlight was a polar bear, so cute. Just a quick blogette — nothing much has happened. I foresee a major conflict looming between the American habit of serving food in huge sized portions, and my deeply ingrained training of never leaving anything on my plate. This could mean problems. Here I am, in West Hollywood! A bit of luxury after the long endurance of the flight. I had to transit in Fiji, and got a full body search for my troubles. Every 10 seconds, cough, cough, snort, splutter, cough, cough.
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Paperback , pages. Published July 1st by Templar Books first published January 1st To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. To ask other readers questions about Liberator , please sign up. Jason Heck if I know, but here's a translation: The filthy people who work with the steam turbines of the British Juggernaut, the world ship Worldshaker, …more Heck if I know, but here's a translation: The filthy people who work with the steam turbines of the British Juggernaut, the world ship Worldshaker, have in a revolution overturned the rule of the fine people from the upper decks and renamed the Worldshaker the Liberator.
But the old forces have not given up: Riff, the leader of the revolution that helped her side with Col is now forced to ignore her friend. As the Juggernauts of other nations emerge to put an end to the revolutionary haunting on the Liberator, the most radical members of the Revolutionary Committee prevail, especially the beautiful relentless Lye, who now rules dictatorially.
Lye is Col's fiercest enemy, and she skillfully removes Riff from her leadership role. But even though the rulers of the past are crowded together in a camp and have to fear for their lives every hour, Col risks his life defending the Liberator - and Riff. See 1 question about Liberator…. Lists with This Book. This book is not yet featured on Listopia. This book is awesome, for the first pages or so. It all goes downhill from there.
Don't get me wrong, many book's have multiple stories. But the problem here is that the author has 2 different plot's and one get's big attention, while the other is rushed through, The first pages roughly find's our hero Col struggling to adjust to his new life in the liberator. But shiv and Lye antagonists This book is awesome, for the first pages or so.
But shiv and Lye antagonists are trying to take control of the liberator. Here is where the book truly shines. The plot keep's on moving and never stops. But then out of nowhere the author just gets rid of the stories antagonists and introduces new one's around page The juggernauts Now the Juggernauts were already there before in minor roles, but the author suddenly made them the main enemy. He just tossed Lye to the side and switched enemies. Why spend all the time setting her up to go out in such an anti-climatic way.
Because it was rushed. And i do mean rushed. While it took us pages to see Col struggle with LYE and her new regime, it took only about 84 for COl and friends to break into the Russian Juggernaut, have their leader killed, and yet somehow gain their trust, take over the Russian juggernaut, and then then defeat all the combined forces of the juggernaut's armies. So the whole end is a jumbled blur. I felt no attachment or nor did I care for anything going on like I had for the 1st pages or the previous books.