The superstitious call them Ghost Ships. Experts say they are scanner echoes tossed out of the past by the Phenomenon. The rumors and a cryptic entry in an ancestor's diary propel Lieutenant-Commander Mart Britlot of the Confederation navy into the dangerous Sivon sector of space. There, Britlot hopes to find help for the Confederation, now facing a two-front war.
As the last living Confederation descendant of the Adian nation, Britlot is obsessed with finding the ghost ships, believed destroyed during a mass emigration 300 years in the past. He dreams of riding to the rescue at the head of the never defeated Adian fleet; he dreams of finding family after the death of all his near relatives at the hands of the Combine. He'll drive his ship and crew beyond endurance to achieve this.
The felid Tlartox Empire, eager to avenge their humiliating defeat at the hands of the Confederation, has voted to annul the long-standing peace treaty. The glory of The Hunt beckons. Admiral Tood Tlomega has focused on the human planet Lormar, with its great naval base, as a fitting target for retribution. She will return dignity to the people of Tlar. She will return them to the path that Tlar illuminated so many centuries ago.
But a small band of Tlartox subversives intend to rake a claw across the plans of the war-mongers, and give both the Empire and the Confederation something they hadn't counted on.
D.A. Boulter hates talking about himself in the 3rd person. Finds it annoying.
Since my early school days, Science Fiction and Fantasy have intrigued me, starting with Heinlein, whose Starship Troopers I read in the middle 60s, long before I knew about the social and political themes it carried. My seminal year, though, came in 1974 when I got my hands on a copy of Frank Herbert's "Dune", which fascinated me with its depth and breadth. At that moment I knew SF&F had hooked me.
However, it took another ten years before I seriously considered writing my own material and another ten after that before I began writing in earnest. Now, with the advent of e-readers, I find myself in the very strange position of being a published author, rather than someone who wrote for himself only. It gratifies me that many have read and enjoyed my works. Thank you.
I've worked as a cook, a first-aid attendant, weather observer, radar operator and tech. I've worked in the city, in the woods, and in the Arctic. Just now, I find myself on the West Coast of Canada, with my feline companion -- one of a line of cats who have shared my writing moments (and interrupted them as well).
A nice comfortable read. I had issues with some of the main characters being either naive or just plain stupid. How's it go? Book smart and sidewalk stupid? Anyway, this is not a Sci-fi book. More of a character book with a sci-fi background that could have been improved a bit by the main characters being more realistically intelligent or having common sense. I am probably biased being stamped with a cynical brand as I am.
I'll still with my first sentence and will read more of this author as chance permits. Despite the, what I thought of as shortcomings, his craft work is well worth the time.
Rather confusing at the start - too many similar sounding names. Even later in the book it's not always immediately obvious which faction just became the POV. Some of the characters are unconvincing.
The pacing is good, and there's a nice build up to the final confrontation, although the resolution is ultimately unsatisfying.
Ghost Fleet is a novel that sets out to give a shout out to the old ways of telling a science fiction story. The author does an excellent job in doing so and I was equally impressed with the story itself. Not one that should be passed up.