Peter Rhodan

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About Peter Rhodan
I grew up in Sydney Australia but have lived on the Gold Coast, Australia for over thirty years. I have been many things over my life, courier driver, retail sales assistant, casino croupier, small business owner, a bankrupt former small business owner, a graphic designer, poker tournament operator and most recently an Uber driver.
I have a marvellous wife and two great kids (both adults now) plus a border collie cross dog who thinks she’s a human.
I have always liked science fiction books, especially gung-ho space opera, time travel and alternate history genres. The first fiction book I read that I liked was Eagle of the Ninth and fist Science Fiction book I read and liked was Foundation by Asimov.
My favourite authors, at the moment, are David Weber, Lois McMaster Bujold, Christopher Nuttall and Pam Uphoff. Weber writes the best space opera while Bujold is simply the best writer and Miles Vorkisgan an amazing character. Chris Nuttall rarely writes anything that is only so-so and his Schooled in Magic books are the best magic school series I have read so far. Pam Uphoff writes primarily a cross dimensional series called the Wine of the Gods with the Directorate stories offshoot. These are delightful, entertaining and often thought provoking books that I love.
Chris Nuttall and Pam Uphoff inspired me to “have a go mate” and so I have.
My first novel is On the Rocks, the first story of Arturo Sandus (Sanders) and his adventures as a Space Ship captain marooned on a primitive swords and sandals era planet. Sort of…
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With puberty, her magical potential was spotted by the Court Magician, Ratarthen, and the idea of sending her to a magical college in an outlying province of an allied Kingdom appealed to the King. This was the ideal opportunity for not only getting her out of the sight of the Queen but also out of the view of the court, who were already comparing the healthy Taroniah with her young, sickly half-brother, Prince Patros, who was the official heir to the throne.
So Taroniah was bundled off to a magic school, the Lightbearer Academy. This is the account of her four years there and the things she learned about herself as well as what others learned about her.
An abbreviated account of Taroniah's last few weeks of her final year at the Academy appeared in Fantastical Schools volume 3. This is the full account of her time at the school.
Others are taking advantage of the advances he has introduced to further Roman knowledge and power. Cymlac Rolfson has purchased the old warship Caesar to sail around Africa while the beginnings of a petroleum industry has begun growing in the Caribbean.
But others have their eyes on the Empire too. A civil war amongst the Sassanians has brought Ardashur to the throne with an agenda of regaining the territories so recently lost to Arturo and his Romans. Meanwhile, further to the east, the kingdom of Liu Sung has no desire to be left behind and sends a commando team to kidnap the most important man in the world.
Flavius Theodosius Iunior, former child Emperor of the Eastern half of the Roman Empire has finally achieved his long-held aim and been assigned to one of the new, huge, armored, and steam-powered battleships of the new Roman Republican navy.
Unfortunately for both men, the Huns have other ideas. They mount a successful raid on the Roman provinces on the lower Danuvius and once more Arturo must lead his army to war.
Flavius is also sent to war, only not as he expected as he is transferred to a new unit, the Ala Caelum where he will be the navigator in a balloon. Whatever the hell that is.
The Huns are the lords of the steppes and have whole armies of subject people at their beck and call... pity they hadn't caught up with the fact the new Roman Republic reacts aggressively to people attacking the Empire and that the Romans have weapons like nothing the Huns have ever seen before.
The Emperor Honorius in Ravenna is not amused and decides enough is enough from these uppity Republicans and sends his armies north to deal with this Arturo fellow. After waiting a year so he could re-arm his troops with copies of a purloined musket as used by the Republicans a couple of years ago.
The spectre of the Visigoths continues to dominate the western half of the Empire. The Imperial Roman leadership haven’t forgotten Hadrianopolis and are still scared to face the Visigoths in battle.
The Vandali in Hispania, while cowed, are not conquered yet.
Will the eastern half of the Empire send aid to Honorius in the west?
Such are the threats facing the Republican cause.
Expecting Arturo Sandus to be intimidated by a bunch of Romans with outdated weapons, to be scared of a horde of Germani squatting in southern Gallia or to be afraid of the threat of Eastern intervention is not something a good gambler would put money on.
Arturo Sandus was coming, everyone was sure of that, but he doubted anyone could stop him. You only had to look out from the palace balcony to see the enormous metal ship sitting offshore to know the Eastern Empire was simply outclassed.
He had no desire to be “put aside” which he rather thought would involve something other than a comfortable retirement. When you thought about the Imperial Court, one could be mistaken for thinking he’d be safer with the Republicans!
Arturo Sandus has resumed his drive to restore the Republic. His friend and second in command, Valerius, is staging a seaborne attack on Constantinopolis to distract the Imperials while he sails down the Danuvius and takes their Field Army in Thrace by surprise.
And then there are the Sassanians to try to keep the peace with. Nobody has done well against them, so at this stage he would be happy for peaceful relations. The trouble is the King of Kings has personally guaranteed young Flavius as Imperator as a favor to the now-dead Emperor Arcadius.
If it’s not one thing, it’s another!
His memory and lack of knowledge is proving troublesome. Just how do you make electricity?
The neighbours are even more troublesome, wanting to invade and get into that rape and pillage stuff.
The Christians are revolting, literally, at least some of them, while others are quite friendly.
Romance rears its head but what about the wife he has 5,000 light years away and 5,000 years in the future?
And every second person wants to know when he's going to invade the Empire proper and make himself Emperor. What the?
But Arturo presses on with his New Roman Republic despite everything thrown in his way...
In the end he largely shelved these arguments as well as the ones that suggested he was in an alternate universe anyway. There was no way of proving or knowing the answers to any of these questions given the 5th century tech base the locals had available.
Of course, no sword and sandals epic would be complete without a horde of hairy barbarians – que the Selgovae just over the northern border. Or beautiful barbarian princesses, well one at least. Then of course there is the self-proclaimed Comes in Eboracum, the remaining local running dog lackey of the filthy imperialist oppressors. (That would be Honorius in Ravenna).
Oh and somebody wants him dead… as in personally.
It would all be so much easier if they all just left him alone to get on with railways, telescopes, two masted brigs, panes of glass and so for and so on…..
With all that hoopla out of the way, they are supposed to be heading home to Kimeria, where they will be forced to face the music all over again before their Kimerian Engagement Ball.
Officially they are taking the slow route back to Kimeria, nudge, nudge, wink, wink.
Instead, Karvon has been offered a clandestine human smuggling job in Iskander space. After having to grin and bear his way through the recent social whirl, he can’t resist the chance for a little action. After all, what could go wrong?
Her illicit fun is interrupted when armed thugs render her unconscious. She wakes to find herself on a spaceship in a different system, crewed by people who claim they were rescuing her from the thugs.
Are they telling the truth? Can she trust them? And if they are being honest, then who was really hunting her?
The Captain of this unusual cargo ship with all its secrets is a tall, enigmatic Brython. A very handsome Brython at that.
Princess Gizel has to discover the truth about the Kormorant and her vagabond crew. And if they weren't responsible, then who was trying to kill her. Along the way, she will learn things about herself she never knew and would maybe have never learned.
And we simply won't talk about the Captain's dimples!
Gizel and Karvon think this sounds like a job for the Kormorant, Karvon's rather unusual cargo ship. They happily leave the politics on Brython behind and intent on paying a personal scouting visit to the good old Rathage system and its new Commonality masters.
Things are not going to go well for somebody...
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