This is my post during the blog tour for The Silver Sail by Bridgette Dutta Portman. In The Silver Sail, an anxious 16-year-old trapped in a world of her own creation must find a legendary starship before the double suns explode.
This blog tour is organized by Lola's Blog Tours and the tour runs from 23 May till 5 June. You can see the tour schedule here.
By Bridgette Dutta Portman
Genre: Science Fiction/ Fantasy
Age category: Young Adult
Release Date: 3 May 2022
Blurb:
A looming supernova. A long-lost starship. A hero turned evil.
Olive Joshi never meant to fall through a portal into her own abandoned novel, much less kill her protagonist and resurrect her as a villain. Now she’s on the run in a universe quickly spiraling out of her control.
After narrowly escaping Coseema with her life, Olive and her friends head for a distant planet in search of the legendary starship the Wave-Rider, which may be the only hope for the doomed people of Lyria. But the voyage there is littered with obstacles—the tyrannical ruler of a dying colony, a mysterious spacefarer, the ever-present threat of Coseema, and Olive’s own obsessive fears. Back on Lyria, Olive’s allies face obstacles of their own as they vie with the cruel emperor Burnash, while Burnash himself chafes under Coseema’s control. Olive, armed with her omniscient journal, finds comfort in reading along with her friends’ adventures. But when time runs out, she must embark on a risky collision course with her former heroine, one that may force her to give up what she treasures most.
The Silver Sail, Book Two of the Coseema Saga, is a must-read for fans of portal fantasy, space opera, coming-of-age adventures, and novels about mental health, self-esteem, friendship, and courage in the face of uncertainty.
The Twin Stars (The Coseema Saga #1) by Bridgette Dutta Portman
“A troubled teen. A magic journal. A portal to another world.”
You can buy The Twin Stars here on Amazon
Bridgette Dutta Portman is an author, playwright, and teaching artist. Dozens of her plays have been produced across the United States and overseas. She holds an MFA in creative writing from Spalding University, as well as a PhD in political science from the University of California, Irvine. She is past president of the Playwrights Center of San Francisco and is currently a member of Same Boat Theater Collective, the Pear Playwrights’ Guild, and the Dramatists’ Guild. She recently joined the board of the Pear Theatre in Mountain View, CA. The Twin Stars is her debut novel, and the first of a planned trilogy. She lives in the San Francisco Bay Area with her husband Deepanshu and their two young children.
Top Ten Things You Might Not Know about Being a Writer
1. Your Google search history is bizarre, and sometimes disturbing. Actual things I’ve searched include what lemurs eat, what country exports the most bees, and how to kill someone with ricin.
2. You don’t sleep much. This is especially true if you’re a writer with young children.
3. Coffee is your ministering angel. See above.
4. You talk to yourself. Sometimes in your characters’ voices.
5. Your first drafts are nearly always unreadably terrible.
6. Your second drafts are nearly always unreadably terrible. Incidentally…
7. You constantly doubt yourself and your talent.
8. Promoting yourself and your writing often takes more time and effort than actually writing.
9. Plot holes and writer’s block can make you miserable.
Despite all that,
10. Writing fulfills you like nothing else. You couldn’t stop if you tried.
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This is not okay,” Olive breathed under her helmet.
She was tethered to a Sailbot, which clung to the Sail with its many thin metallic legs, like an insect to the underside
of a rock. But Olive herself wasn’t attached to the Sail. If the tether broke, or if the Sailbot lost its grip…
She should never have agreed to this.
Several days had passed since the revelation about Nollan. With Sofanga’s help, Nestra had been hard at work replicating the
sealant, and she had finally achieved a result she was satisfied with. Now they prepared to test how easily the substance could be
applied to the Sail trusses, and they’d asked Olive to go along. Perhaps it was gratitude for Nestra’s hard work, or sympathy for
Sofanga, or the need to distract herself from her constant worries about her friends on Lyria, but Olive had said yes.
Never had she regretted a decision so intensely.
She glanced upward and immediately felt so dizzy she had to squeeze her eyes shut. The enormous curve of the planet Thandar
loomed over her, an endless ocean of violet clouds swirling above a great blue abyss. She imagined falling through those clouds, falling forever, until the heat and pressure killed her, and then the remains of her body still falling, falling…
“Olive?” Sofanga’s voice crackled through the radio in her helmet.
She opened her eyes, focusing on the Sailbot, everything inside her churning like the clouds.
“It’ll be all right,” Sofanga continued. “As long as you’re tied to your bot, you’re safe. It won’t let go of the Sail. I’ve been doing
this for fourteen years.”
Olive wanted to shout back that there was no universe in which this was safe.
The bot began to skitter forward. At least Olive assumed it was forward; there was no real direction here. And then she was flying. The tether stretched out ten or fifteen feet. The bot dragged her with it, her boots skimming along the mirrorlike surface of the Sail. Instinctively, she tried to gain traction by bracing her feet against the Sail, but this only propelled her away from it. Now she was gliding along like a parasailer above a motorboat, too terrified even to scream.
Time slowed to a complete stop as she stared at the tether in her hand, then at her reflection in the Sail below. She couldn’t tell how fast she was going, though the Sailbot’s insectile legs were moving so quickly they looked like a blur. All was silent, smooth, frictionless motion. She dared to glance in the direction opposite the Sail at the oceanic clouds of Thandar. They looked close enough to touch. Her stomach somersaulted and she had an intense flash of vertigo. She focused again on the tether, still anchored tightly to the Sailbot, and her sense of direction returned.
Then she realized something that would have floored her were she actually standing on a floor.
This was fun.
This was really, really fun.
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