I came across this book in the spring, and I loved it. With a title like Dwarves in Space, how could I resist? It was as funny as I'd hoped, but had a lot more action & character development than I thought it would.
Here is an interview with the charming S.E. Zbasnik. I also have a special excerpt from her next book in the series (Scroll down to read it).
Dwarves in Space
Thousands of years after the jewelry's destroyed, the sword reforged, the dragon ridden, and the indecipherable prophecy translated into a recipe for sugared biscuits, the dwarves turned to that final frontier: space. And along came the elves, orcs, gnomes, trolls, ogres, and those vermin-like upstarts, humans.
Dwarves in Space is Tolkien merged with Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy in a horrific transporter accident.
Q1: What mythological creature would you most like to eat and why?
I’ve got to go with a phoenix because if you time it right, it cooks itself. Now, if you’re too late you’re eating a charcoal briquette. But if you manage to snag the bird before it’s fully in flames I imagine it’d taste like creole barbecue without all that wait time.
Q2: Why did you write Dwarves in Space?
A chance to explore both Sci-Fi and Fantasy tropes at the same time? Why wouldn’t I? As the idea grew it became more than just a blank check parody the deeper I delved into world building. Just taking the idea of reverse engineering various fantasy races to try and determine what their homeworlds would be like to explain their powers and skills was so much damn fun.
Plus a sugar-addicted dwarf pilot who wears tacky sweaters had to exist in this world.
Q3: What other fantasy creatures are in the story? Does their technology relate to their magical gifts?
I’ve tried to really reach beyond the typical Tolkien elves, dwarves, orcs (though they are in there of course). There are mermaids, whom I based upon angler fish so only the females are the ones who you see in public. They get around in what are called water chairs, with forcefields to keep the water in place around them. Elves are long lived and I crafted their home planet so that they live in literal trees which bonded with metal to reach high into the atmosphere. Because of their more aloof nature, they don’t have the same close bonds of say the dwarves.
Dwarves are the leaders of the galaxy. They are fiercely loyal to their families, and consider uncles and aunts secondary parents. It’s a very a village raises a child mentality which gave them a power no one could compete with.
But the best to create are my non-corporeals. Here are the Djinn, the Efreet, the Ghouls and other species who can phase through matter or move things with their minds. Some even live in different dimensions which requires a special suit to talk with those awkward corporeals.
Q4: I imagine long beards are a problem in zero gravity. How do dwarves manage it?
There are special tutorials on their Ether to teach them how to braid and knot the beard to your belt. But there is a reason the shaven look took off once Dwarves took to colonizing the entire galaxy. They quite enjoy shaving their names into the stubble where a beard once was.
Want to learn more about this series? Here you go!
Dwarves in Space Series
Tempus Interruptus — https://books2read.com/tempusdis
Dwarves in Space — https://books2read.com/u/b57826
Family Matters — http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01DFDLPN4
Free Radicals — https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07DSBTSYH
About the Author:
S. E. Zbasnik has a degree in genetics, which means there may or may not be a horde of monkeoctopi doing her bidding to take over the world. She recently won the Top Ten Handmaid's Challenge on Wattpad where hers was chosen by Margaret Atwood herself. Along with her husband and black lab, she spends a lot of time with her skeletons -- don't worry, they're only Halloween props.
Exclusive Excerpt from Dwarves in Space 5: Finding Naja
This book begins with Orn and Variel helping a centaur ship repair its engines. Well, Ferra’s doing all the hard work. You wouldn’t want Orn to get within a hundred meter radius.
“Okay, right, first step, tell me what happened.”
“The ship ceased moving,” Twitchy said.
“You can skip the idiot-speak. We’re all engineers here. What actually happened?”
“That is what actually happened,” Twitchy’s olive eyes glanced about the room, expecting this was all some elaborate joke.
“Seeds, you and your scattered ilk can piss off!” Ferra shook her fist at her gods. Twitchy watched and attempted to mimic her. As Ferra’s eyes landed on the centaur he stopped and looked embarrassed. “Where’s your main engineer?”
“Main engine…oh, you mean the Tender of the Engines,” Twitchy said, happiness infusing a face that only stayed downtrodden for a microsecond.
“Yes, your keeper of going places,” Ferra muttered, well aware how off track this was going.
“She is not here. She is in the forward parts of Autumn.”
Ferra smacked her forehead with her hand. “Focus. Engineer. Where is him or her?”
“I will show you,” Twitchy said and he threw his shoulders back and fell into a trot.
Ferra sighed as the centaur again vanished from her sight. Hefting up her tool box, she followed after. It was much the same down the twisting corridors. Whenever she came to a twist in the path, she’d stop, set her box down, and wait for the pure stream of energy to zip back and check up on her. It took her five times before the centaur thought to slow down.
Luckily there weren’t a lot of twists, and even as Twitchy vanished into the distance Ferra could still keep an eye on him. Two more trees with blue-tipped branches splintering like circuits filled the gargantuan space. She stepped next to one and placed her hand upon it. Warmth surged through the fraudulent tree, the waves humming with a mechanical life. “Well, well, well,” Ferra muttered. Shifting the toolbox to her other hand she followed after Twitchy.
The centaur stood beside a black spot on the ground. It looked like a patch of rich earth ready for tilling. “Your trees in here, are they inertia injectors or one of the tertiary coolant systems?”
Twitchy’s eyes raised from the black spot to the elf and he looked back upon the ground. “I do not know.”
“Of course you don’t.” It was dawning quickly on Ferra that somehow she got saddled with the centaur equivalent of ‘my wife’s cousin.’ “So, where’s your chief engineer?”
“He was disintegrated.”
“Right on that spot,” Twitchy said, pointing to the scorch mark across the ground.
All blurbs, answers, excerpts, and book images in this frame were provided by and remain in the Copyright of S.E. Zbansik (2019). All other words and images are Copyright E.C. Stever (2019). Except for the word "the" which is, he's been told, in the public domain.