This past weekend at DragonCon, Tor released the book trailer for Towers of Midnight by Robert Jordan and Brandon Sanderson (Book Depository, Powell’s Books, Indiebound).
As far as book trailers go it’s pretty decent. A bit overdramatic and a bit low budget, but not bad if a bit narrow in scope. As a long-time fan of The Wheel of Time I liked it (even though I’m one of those fans that wishes Moiraine were dead and gone).
Of course after the book trailer you inevitably come to the cover art.
Ouch!
Enter into Neth Space and you will find thoughts and reviews of books and other media that fit the general definition of speculative fiction. This includes the various genres and sub-genres of fantasy, science fiction, epic fantasy, high fantasy, hard sci-fi, soft sci-fi, new weird, magical realism, cyberpunk, urban fantasy, slipstream, horror, alternative history, SF noir, etc. Thoughts are my own, I'm certainly not a professional, just an avid reader avoiding his day job.
Showing posts with label trailer. Show all posts
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Monday, September 06, 2010
Towers of Midnight Trailer
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Some Links (‘Cause I’m Bored)
I’m pretty bored, so here are a few things that have grabbed my attention in the last few days.
- China Mièville in the Wall Street Journal (which I find funny in an ironic way)
- And because I loved V as a kid – the trailer for the new show:
Monday, February 02, 2009
In Honor of the new Land of the Lost: She's a Sleestak
As a kid I loved Land of the Lost. As a young adult (well, even now), I loved Nerf Herder's music. So, here are the lyrics of one their more amusing songs - She's a Sleestak.
The whispers in the hall never bother her at all,
Or the laughter from the boys in the gymnasium,
Frauline Mueller is alarmed at the scratches on her arm,
And the German homework is late again,
oh no, She's a Sleestak
She's a Sleestak
She's a Sleestak
She's a Sleestak
The neighbours are concerned about the bruises and the burns,
And the seaweed smell that comes in from the rain,
And there's something wrong with the Johnson's lawn,
Someone says "Honey, have you seen the cats today?"
She's a Sleestak
She's a Sleestak
She's a Sleestak
She's a Sleestak
The whispers in the hall never bother her at all,
Or the laughter from the boys in the gymnasium,
Frauline Mueller is alarmed at the scratches on her arm,
And the German homework is late again,
oh no, She's a Sleestak
She's a Sleestak
She's a Sleestak
She's a Sleestak
The neighbours are concerned about the bruises and the burns,
And the seaweed smell that comes in from the rain,
And there's something wrong with the Johnson's lawn,
Someone says "Honey, have you seen the cats today?"
She's a Sleestak
She's a Sleestak
She's a Sleestak
She's a Sleestak
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