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Leviathan : Leviathan Series : Book 1 - Scott Westerfeld

Leviathan

Leviathan Series : Book 1

By: Scott Westerfeld, Keith Thompson (Illustrator)

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Best Young Adult Novel : 2010 Aurealis Awards

Book Description

It is the beginning of the 20th century, 80 years after Darwin established the foundations of modern biology. But in the world of Leviathan these discoveries changed history more dramatically than in our own.

England and France have perfected the the techniques of species fabrication, resulting in a glorious age of Edwardian biotechnology.

In this world, Prince Aleksandar is on the run from those who would deny him his inheritance. This is a delux hardback edition, lavishly illustrated by Keith Thompson.

About The Author And Illustrator

Keith Thompson is a freelance artist specialising in concept art for myriad applications, including books, movies, video games and pen and paper role-playing games. His work has appeared around the world, and he is the author of several books teaching the ins and outs of creating concept art. His work is featured in Spectrum art annuals and was exhibited at their show at the Museum of American Illustration.

Scott Westerfeld spends his southern hemisphere summers in Sydney, Australia, and his northern hemisphere summers in New York City. He was born in Texas and has been a musician, software game designer and ghost-writer; but writing under his own name turned out to be the most fun. He is not nearly as cool as Hunter in So Yesterday (he says) which won the 2005 Victorian Premier's Literary Award for Young Adult Fiction, but his writing definately is.

His novels have been named New York Times Notable Books of the Year, made the Times' Essential Summer Reading List, and awarded the Philip K Dick Special Citation. He has contributed essays and stories to Scifi.com, Nerve.com, Nerve, and Book Forum. He has two series' Uglies and Midnighters which won the Aurealis award for Best Young Adult Fantasy.

Scott Westerfeld's Awards

ABPA Book Design Awards - Young Adult Division
Short-listed - 2007 for Peeps

Andre Norton Award
Short-listed - 2007 for Peeps

Qld Premier's Literary Award - Young Adult Division
Short-listed - 2006 for Peeps

Victorian Premier's Literary Award - Young Adult Division
Winner - 2005 for So Yesterday

Aurealis Award - Young Adult Division
Short-listed - 2005 for Peeps

The following is an extract from this book:

The Austrian horses glinted in the moonlight, their riders standing tall in the saddle, swords raised. Behind them two ranks of diesel-powered walking machines stood ready to fire, cannon aimed over the heads of the cavalry. A zeppelin scouted no-man's-land at the center of the battlefield, its metal skin sparkling.

The French and British infantry crouched behind their fortifications—a letter opener, an ink jar, and a line of fountain pens—knowing they stood no chance against the might of the Austro-Hungarian Empire. But a row of Darwinist monsters loomed behind them, ready to devour any who dared retreat.

The attack had almost begun when Prince Aleksandar thought he heard someone outside his door...

He took a guilty step toward his bed—then froze in place, listening hard. Trees stirred in a soft breeze outside, but otherwise the night was silent. Mother and Father were in Sarajevo, after all. The servants wouldn't dare disturb his sleep.

Alek turned back to his desk and began to move the cavalry forward, grinning as the battle neared its climax. The Austrian walkers had completed their bombardment, and it was time for the tin horses to finish off the woefully outnumbered French. It had taken all night to set up the attack, using an imperial tactics manual borrowed from Father's study.

It seemed only fair that Alek have some fun while his parents were off watching military maneuvers. He'd begged to be taken along, to see the mustered ranks of soldiers striding past in real life, to feel the rumble of massed fighting machines through the soles of his boots.

It was Mother, of course, who had forbidden it—his studies were more important than 'parades,' as she called them. She didn't understand that military exercises had more to teach him than musty old tutors and their books. One day soon Alek might be piloting one of those machines.

War was coming, after all. Everyone said so.

The last tin cavalry unit had just crashed into the French lines when the soft sound came from the hallway again: jingling, like a ring of keys.

Alek turned, peering at the gap beneath his bed chamber's double doors. Shadows shifted along the sliver of moonlight, and he heard the hiss of whispers.

Someone was right outside.

Silent in bare feet, he swiftly crossed the cold marble floor, sliding into bed just as the door creaked open. Alek narrowed his eyes to a slit, wondering which of the servants was checking on him.

Moonlight spilled into the room, making the tin soldiers on his desk glitter. Someone slipped inside, graceful and dead silent. The figure paused, staring at Alek for a moment, then crept toward his dresser. Alek heard the wooden rasp of a drawer sliding open.

His heart raced. None of the servants would dare steal from him!

But what if the intruder were something worse than a thief? His father's warnings echoed in his ears...

You have had enemies from the day you were born.

A bell cord hung next to his bed, but his parents' rooms were empty. With Father and his bodyguard in Sarajevo, the closest sentries were quartered at the other end of the trophy hall, fifty meters away.

Alek slid one hand under his pillow, until his fingers touched the cold steel of his hunting knife. He lay there holding his breath, grasping the handle tightly, repeating to himself his father's other watchword.

Surprise is more valuable than strength.

Another figure came through the door then, boots clomping, a piloting jacket's metal clips jingling like keys on a ring. The figure tromped straight toward his bed.

'Young master! Wake up!'

Alek let go of the knife, expelling a sigh of relief. It was just old Otto Klopp, his master of mechaniks.

The first figure began rifling through the dresser, pulling at clothes.

'The young prince has been awake all along,' Wildcount Volger's low voice said. 'A bit of advice, Your Highness? When pretending to be asleep, it is advisable not to hold one's breath.'

Alek sat up and scowled. His fencing master had an annoying knack for seeing through deception.

'What's the meaning of this?'

'You're to come with us, young master,' Otto mumbled, studying the marble floor. 'The archduke's orders.'

'My father? He's back already?'

'He left instructions,' Count Volger said with the same infuriating tone he used during fencing lessons. He tossed a pair of Alek's trousers and a piloting jacket onto the bed.

Alek stared at them, half outraged and half confused.

'Like young Mozart,' Otto said softly. 'In the archduke's stories.'

Alek frowned, remembering Father's favorite tales about the great composer's upbringing. Supposedly Moz- art's tutors would wake him in the middle of the night, when his mind was raw and defenseless, and thrust musical lessons upon him. It all sounded rather disrespectful to Alek.

He reached for the trousers. 'You're going to make me compose a fugue?'

'An amusing thought,' Count Volger said. 'But please make haste.'

'We have a walker waiting behind the stables, young master.' Otto's worried face made an attempt at a smile. 'You're to take the helm.'

'A walker?' Alek's eyes widened. Piloting was one part of his studies he'd gladly get out of bed for. He slipped quickly into the clothes.

'Yes, your first night lesson!' Otto said, handing Alek his boots.

Alek pulled them on and stood, then fetched his favorite pilot's gloves from the dresser, his footsteps echoing on the marble floor.

'Quietly now.' Count Volger stood by the chamber doors. He cracked them and peered out into the hall.

'We're to sneak out, Your Highness!' Otto whispered. 'Good fun, this lesson! Just like young Mozart!'

The three of them crept down the trophy hall, Master Klopp still clomping, Volger gliding along in silence. Paintings of Alek's ancestors, the family who had ruled Austria for six hundred years, lined the hallway, their subjects staring down with unreadable expressions. The antlers of his father's hunting trophies cast tangled shadows, like a moonlit forest. Every footstep was magnified by the stillness of the castle, and questions echoed in Alek's mind.

Wasn't it dangerous, piloting a walker at night? And why was his fencing master coming along? Count Volger preferred swords and horses over soulless mechaniks, and had little tolerance for commoners like old Otto. Master Klopp had been hired for his piloting skills, not his family name.

'Volger... ,' Alek began.

'Quiet, boy!' the wildcount spat.

Anger flashed inside Alek, and a curse almost burst from his mouth, even if it ruined their stupid game of sneaking out.

It was always like this. To the servants he might be 'the young archduke,' but nobles like Volger never let Alek forget his position. Thanks to his mother's common blood, he wasn't fit to inherit royal lands and titles. His father might be heir to an empire of fifty million souls, but Alek was heir to nothing.

Volger himself was only a wildcount—no farmlands to his name, just a bit of forest—but even he could feel superior to the son of a lady-in-waiting.

Alek managed to stay quiet, though, letting his anger cool as they stole through the vast and darkened banquet kitchens. Years of insults had taught him how to bite his tongue, and disrespect was easier to swallow with the prospect of piloting ahead.

One day he would have his revenge. Father had promised. The marriage contract would be changed somehow, and Alek's blood made royal.

Even if it meant defying the emperor himself.

Best Young Adult Novel : 2010 Aurealis Awards
Scott Westerfeld

Scott Westerfeld - In his own words...

I’m the author of five science fiction novels for adults. I’ve also been an occasional ghost writer, which is like driving someone else’s car really, really fast for lots of money. (I could tell you what famous authors I ghost-wrote for, but then I’d have to kill you.) In my artsy days, I wrote music for artsy downtown New York dancers, some of which sounds like this.

I have written three sets of books for young adults. The first is called Midnighters, a tale of five teenagers born on the stroke of midnight, for whom time freezes every night, revealing a dark and terrible hidden world. All three books are out now.

My other trilogy is Uglies, set in a future where cosmetic surgery is compulsory when you turn 16, making everyone beautiful. Of course, there are some people who want to keep their own faces . . . but they’re not allowed. All three books—Uglies, Pretties and Specials—are out now. A companion novel to the trilogy, Extras, came out in October 2007.

My third set of books is three stand-alone novels from Razorbill, all set in contemporary New York. The first is So Yesterday, about a cool hunter who runs afoul of a plot to end consumerism. The second is called Peeps, a "vampire" novel. The third is The Last Days, set in the same world as Peeps, which is also out now.

I was born in Texas, and split my time between New York City and Sydney, Australia. (I have more frequent flyer miles than you do.) You can read many personal details of my life on my blog.

Scott Facts

Born: May 5, 1963
Dallas, Texas, USA

Family: Pamela, mother, from West, Texas
Lloyd, father, from Crawford, Texas (the same town where George W. Bush bought his fake ranch in 2000)
Wendy and Jackie, sisters (both older)

Married writer Justine Larbalestier in 2001.
No kids; no plans for kids.

We split our time between Sydney, Australia and New York City. (Summers only, thank you.)

Grew up in Texas, California, Connecticut
My dad was a computer programmer in the 1960s-70s, when computers were as big as a house and came with a bunch of people to make them do stuff. He worked for Univac in its various forms, and we lived in Houston for the Apollo missions, in California for Boeing, and Connecticut for submarines, etc.

Education: Arts Magnet High School, Dallas, Texas
Vassar Philosophy BA in 1985
New York University, graduate work in Performance Studies 1987-8

Favourites
Writer: Samuel R. Delany
Book: I don’t know, okay? There are millions of them, you know.
But as a kid: Charlotte’s Web by E.B. White
Movie: Not as many as books, but I still don’t know. I think these kinds of questions are silly.

Jobs held
factory worker (making lead soldiers!)
substitute teacher
textbook editor
software designer
ghostwriter

Six Interesting Facts
1. I just bought a telescope (80mm primary)
2. I am a vegetarian (for family reasons, mostly)
3. My book So Yesterday has been translated into Slovene.
4. Languages studied: Japanese, Spanish, and Latin. Languages fluent in: English.
5. Justine and I are bisummeral, moving between the hemispheres to avoid the deadly scourge of winter.
6. I never wear jeans. Never!

Sports
Basketball—we have season tickets to the WNBA’s Liberty, second row
Cricket—newly discovered in Australia
Tennis—played semi-competently, but not often enough

Food
Mexican and Thai are my favourite
Italian is also quite excellent
Tetsuya’s is my favourite restaurant in Sydney, indeed, in the world
Otto is my current fave in NYC
Favourite meal: breakfast
Breakfast places of note
Sydney: Hopscotch, Single Origin
Dunedin: Bean Scene
New York: La Palapa, Counter
San Miguel de Allende: Nirvana


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ISBN: 9780670073030
ISBN-10: 9780333924938
Series: Leviathan Trilogy
Audience: Children
Format: Paperback
Language: English
Number Of Pages: 452
Published: October 2009
Dimensions (cm): 23.5 x 14.7  x 3.100
Weight (kg): 23.5