So I've been working on this novel, Evening's Empires
, for the past 18 months, and I've just finished the final version. Or at least, the version that's sent to my editor (squirted down the tubes of the internet, rather than rehearsing the old rituals of realising that I'd run out of paper and/or laser-printer toner). After this, there will be the editor's comments to deal with (and, usually, another so-called polishing draft), and then the copy-edit, the proofs . . . But the part where I spend a long time alone in a room, trying to work out what my characters are doing, and why, is over. For this one, at least.
It's the fourth novel in the Quiet War series, and the last for a while. There are still stories to be told, I think, about the Black Fleet, the empire of the Trues, and ordinary life in the long golden age of the Great Expansion, but for now it's time for something else.
A few alternative titles:
The Last Voyage of Pabuji's Gift
Bring Me the Head of Dr Gagarian
These Ruins Are Inhabited
When the Saints