For Love and Glory [NOOK Book]


From the multiple Hugo and Nebula Award–winning Grandmaster, a new novel of classic science fiction adventure

Mystery, discovery, and wonder on a cosmic scale are the core of Anderson’s latest novel. Lissa, a human Earth woman, and her partner, “Karl,” a giant alien academic who resembles Tyrannosaurs—are interstellar archaeologists investigating the remote and uncharted planet Jonna. There, they seem to have hit the jackpot. For on that ...
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From the multiple Hugo and Nebula Award–winning Grandmaster, a new novel of classic science fiction adventure

Mystery, discovery, and wonder on a cosmic scale are the core of Anderson’s latest novel. Lissa, a human Earth woman, and her partner, “Karl,” a giant alien academic who resembles Tyrannosaurs—are interstellar archaeologists investigating the remote and uncharted planet Jonna. There, they seem to have hit the jackpot. For on that distant world they’ve discovered an immense artifact that may have been left by the mysterious beings called the Forerunners. This race predated all the known cultures in the starfaring galaxy and vanished long before any other intelligent species had taken to the stars.

But Lissa and Karl aren’t the first to have made the discovery on Jonna. On the far-off world the archaeologists cross paths with the two freebooters whose plans for motives towards the arcane object are not purely scientific. Their discovery may be the best preserved relic of the ancient beings yet found. Other artifacts from the Forerunners—once reverse engineers—have revolutionized entire fields of technology, reaping huge financial rewards. If the same holds true for this newest discovery, Lissa realizes, only she and Karl stand between the seemingly friendly freebooters and what could be the treasure of a lifetime.

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Editorial Reviews


“Anderson has produced more milestones in contemporary science fiction and fantasy than any one man is entitled to; but he writes with such integrity and imagination that it’s impossible to begrudge him either the esteem of his readers or the administration of his peers.”—Stephen R. Donaldson
Publishers Weekly
Hugo and Nebula award winner Anderson (Mother of Kings) incorporates two stories he wrote for the Asimov's Universe series into this absorbing posthumous novel, a fast-paced space opera that never lets the reader forget that aliens are alien. At a time when nearly immortal humans have colonized the galaxy, various space-faring species commingle freely and the residents of Earth have become as alien to other humans as true ETs, an astronomical event that may affect all existence is about to take place. Unfortunately, only one set of aliens knows what that event is and their ruling dictatorship is hell-bent on keeping it that way. Lissa Windholm, an Earth woman with a spirit of adventure men find attractive, is determined to uncover the mystery and share the knowledge with everyone. Lissa and her partner Karl, a tyrannosaurus-like scientist, make some startling archeological discoveries on the planet Jonna about beings known as the Forerunners, but a psychologically scarred starship captain and an impressively ancient and profit-minded human rogue have other plans for the relics. Moving from one key sequence to another, Anderson omits much of the buildup and back story customary for such epic-scale SF, yet his protagonists and the worlds they explore always feel rich and real. (May 23) FYI: Anderson died in 2001. Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
On the remote planet Jonna, interstellar archaeologists Lissa Windholm and the giant lizard-like scientist known as "Karl," discover an immense artifact thought to belong to the mysterious race of technologically advanced Forerunners. However, another pair of galactic explorers also claim discovery of the object, with motives that may have nothing to do with the advancement of scientific knowledge. This far-future adventure by the late sf Grandmaster provides a compact tale of galactic intrigue, mystery, and adventure featuring a cast of engaging characters. A good addition to most sf collections. Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
A final hurrah from the prolific Anderson (Mother of Kings, 2001, etc.), who died in 2001. In Anderson's galaxy, the legendary Forerunners vanished millions of years ago, having left artifacts scattered on dozens of planets. Surveying a habitable planet, explorer Lissa Davysdaughter, of family Windholm on planet Asborg, comes across a Forerunner device. Apparently still functioning, the device will be of enormous scientific value-but only if Lissa can persuade freebooter Torben Hebo, who also claims the device, to share. Torben agrees but then makes crude sexual advances, which Lissa rejects in disgust. In an age when everyone is immortal, long-term memory storage becomes a problem; Torben drifts off to Earth, now occupied by a sort of group intelligence, to have his memories edited. Lissa teams up with a dissident alien Susaian to discover the location of an event of extraordinary significance, the imminent collision of two black holes, information that the tyrannical Susaian government, the Dominance, definitely does not intend to share. Years later, Lissa again meets up with Torben; he has mellowed in the interim, and now claims to know the whereabouts of a planet where operating Forerunner devices may be found. In this new and dangerous venture, the pair again will be opposed by their old rivals in the Susaian Dominance. Episodic and meandering: a slight but mostly pleasing footnote to a career that varied widely, from frequent brilliance at short/medium length to patchy, too-often longwinded work.
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“Anderson has produced more milestones in contemporary science fiction and fantasy than any one man is entitled to; but he writes with such integrity and imagination that it’s impossible to begrudge him either the esteem of his readers or the administration of his peers.”—Stephen R. Donaldson
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781429970310
  • Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
  • Publication date: 2/1/2004
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 304
  • Sales rank: 1,257,631
  • File size: 366 KB

Meet the Author

The bestselling author of such classic novels as Brain Wave and The Boat of a Million Years, Poul Anderson won just about every award the science fiction and fantasy field has to offer. He has won multiple Hugos and Nebulas, the John W. Campbell Award, The Locus Poll Award, the Skylark Award, and the SFWA Grandmaster Award for Lifetime Achievement. His recent books include Harvest of Stars, The Stars are also On Fire, Operation Chaos, Operation Luna, Genesis, Mother of Kings, and Going for Infinity, a collection and retrospective of his life's work. Poul Anderson lived in Orinda, California where he passed away in 2001.
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For Love and Glory
IAt first sight Lissa thought it was an island--a strange one, yes, but this whole world was strange to her. Then as she and Karl came out of the woodland and went on toward the river, she knew it could not be. It lay in midstream, dully iridescent, about twenty meters long, perhaps a fourth as wide, curving up to a gently rounded top one meter or so above the water. Someone or something had made it.But there were no native sophonts anywhere around this star. Scant though exploration had been in the seven Terran years since the system was first visited, that much was certain.So who, and when, and why?She halted. "What the chaos? Have you any idea what that might be?"Karl stopped too. "None," he said. "I do not recall any such artifact from my experience or other sources of information. A slight resemblance to some dwellings of the Orcelin civilization." The tip of his tail gestured at the camp near the shore. "Obviously it is not the work of yonder persons. I presume they are studying it. They may have learned something."The translator clinging to Lissa's backpack rendered his answer into flat-voiced Anglay. He could follow her words readily enough. If he had tried to utter them the result would have been grotesque. For her part, she could not hear most of his language, let alone pronounce those trills, whistles, and supersonic melodies. Once it had struck her funny that such a huge creature should have so thin a voice. But that was in her silly girlhood. She had since met beings much more paradoxical and less comprehensible, and learned that to them humans were likewise.She did still sometimes wonder whether Karl--her name for him, honoring a friend at home--really spoke as academically as the device rendered it. He was a scientist, but also a top-class waymate. Yet she would never understand the nuances of his personality, nor he hers. They could never be more than comrades."Let's have a better look." She unsheathed her optic, raised it to her eyes, and activated it. His keener vision had already made out what she now did. The surface was not actually smooth, it was subtly, bewilderingly complex. Increasing the magnification gave small help. Noontide shadows were too short to bring out enough relief.The idea struck her like a fist. Her hands dropped. "Forerunner work?" she cried.Amidst the tumult in her head she felt that the translator's level tone was, for once, conveying an emotion. Calm. "I immediately suspected so." Somebody with Karl's size and strength might not be very excitable. Interested, yes; delighted, maybe; but free of the chills that ran up her spine, out to the ends of her fingers.Steadiness returned. She lifted the optic again.Two beings poised on the thing, with a variety of instruments set forth. One was a male human, the other an anthropard from Rikha or a Rikhan colony. She watched them come to full alertness, peer her way, and hasten down the whaleback curve. Their boat lay alongside, tethered by a geckofoot grapnel. They got in, cast off, and motored toward the land.Lissa swung her gaze about and found their camp, which from here was half screened by brush. She put her optic back."Do you recognize either of them?" asked Karl."No," she said, "nor why they haven't been in touch." She scowled as she started off again. "We'll find out. We'd better."The camp amounted to three dome shelters. But the vehicle standing by was no ordinary flyer adapted for this planet. Twice the size, it was clearly capable not simply of flitting through atmosphere, hovering, vertical landings and takeoffs, but of makingorbit. Indeed, when last she and Karl heard from headquarters, personnel had detected a small spaceship circling farther out than theirs in a sharply canted plane. Apparently those who had been aboard would rather not be noticed.Otherwise the landscape lay primeval, hills rolling low in the east and on either side of the valley, thickly wooded. The vegetation was unlike any she knew of anywhere else, curiously shaped boles and boughs, foliage in shades of dark yellow and brown, eerie blossoms--another world, after all. Animal life was as alien and as abundant; the sky was full of wings and clamor. The fundamental biochemistry resembled hers in a number of ways, and the basis of life itself was microbial here too. But that was due to the working of the same natural laws on more or less Earthlike planets. How many centuries until the biology of even this single continent would be even sketchily charted?Depends partly on how much of an effort scientifically oriented sophonts feel is worth making, passed banally through her mind. The galaxy's so huge, so various, and always so mysterious.Odd, how high and steep the riverbanks were. In fact, it flowed at the bottom of a rocky canyon. Farther inland, its sides were low, begrown to the very edge of the water. Only as she neared did she see that here the stream had broadened to almost a kilometer.She reviewed the local geography as scanned by a satellite. Flowing westward, the river became wider still. Fifty kilometers hence its estuary was salt marshland. There it emptied into a channel that in turn led to an ocean.Evidently local topography had made it cut this gorge. Hadn't that taken time on a geological scale? But the rock wasn't windsculpted, merely littered with boulders where ledges and cracks offered resting places.Nor was the ground above richly forested, like upstream. A strip of thin, poor, rocky soil reached back some fifty meters from either verge. Tough-looking, deep-rooted little bushes stood sparsely, interspersed with lesser plants that she guessed were evanescentopportunists. She saw just a few tiny animals scuttering between, though winged creatures continued plentiful. The camp was at the edge of the semi-desert, half surrounded by fairly large shrubs, trees behind it.One of countless puzzles ... . At the moment, she had too much else to think about. Surely in due course somebody would reason this out.She eased her pace. In spite of a noticeably denser atmosphere and higher partial pressure of oxygen, in spite of her being in athletic condition and having trained beforehand, a surface gravity fifteen percent above Earth normal added nine kilos to her weight.Karl slowed to match her. By his standards, he was taking baby steps. Carrying nearly all their field equipment on his back, as well as his own mass, he seemed to move effortlessly.With him at her side she'd scarcely need the pistol at her hip. Not that she supposed the pair ahead of her had violent intentions. Still, however mild-mannered, Karl was bound to be a trifle overawing. Looming a meter above her, he was not wholly unlike a, well, a tyrannosaur. Longer arms, yes, and four-fingered hands; short muzzle, big green eyes, tall ears, gray skin; the taloned feet bare rather than booted. His many-pocketed coverall resembled hers, though open in back for a formidable tail.The air had cooled, while keeping a medley of odors, sweet, pungent, acid, sulfury. Wind boomed from the west, where clouds lifted massive. Their hollows were dark blue, their heights amber, against a sky almost purple. The sun brooded overhead, two and a fourth times the size of Sol seen from Earth. To the human eye, an M0 dwarf is pale yellow, and you can look straight at it for a moment without being blinded. To Lissa, the summer light recalled autumn at home.And the noontide would last and last. This planet orbited close in, with a two-thirds rotational lock. A hundred and twentythree of Earth's days would pass before noon came back.She thrust her stray thoughts aside. The man and his partner had reached a wooden dock that a robot--they must have one or two along--had doubtless constructed, and were debarking. In a few minutes she'd meet them.Copyright © 2003 by the Trigonier Trust
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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 21, 2005

    Pleasant read, although not up to Anderson's earlier standard

    Lissa Davysdaughter loves adventure. In the far future where humans live their potentially endless lives in cycles, regaining youth repeatedly, she has far more time to do as she pleases than did her ancestors; but she also has a great deal more to lose by risking violent death. Her father, head of the powerful House of Windholm, would like her to start playing it safe (or at least safer). He'd like her to settle down, now that she's already lived a lifetime or two, and start raising a family of her own. But Lissa isn't ready to do that. She's much too busy joining a Gargantuan (think 'Tyrannosaur') scientist on a remote archaelogical dig. And after that moving on to the next adventure, and the next.... The search for the fabled Forerunners, whose civilization spread across the galaxy long before humankind's rise, ties the several otherwise disjointed stories in this book together - so loosely that it might be called a collection instead of a novel. While not up to the old master Anderson's former standard (it has an awkward, not-quite-finished quality), it's nevertheless a pleasant read. A lot more fun than some lesser writers' best, in fact!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 16, 2004

    Tuneless Space Opera

    Had I not grown up reading his novels, and this were the first one I'd been exposed to, I'd never read another novel by him again. Time was a Poul Anderson novel promised terrific sweep, colourful characters, and a fine story line. But this novel shows it's not enough just to have spaceships flying near colliding black holes and crusty old pilots - the ideas dragged, the writing was confusing and I had to force myself to keep reading. Read 'Star Fox' or 'Tau Zero' to appreciate how good Poul Anderson was - and give this a miss.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    Exciting space opera

    In the very distant future, mankind has colonized the stars while the people of Earth have evolved into something quite different. Science and technology has advanced so that people can live several centuries with rejuvenation treatments. Information is sought after and the person who delivers it is rewarded handsomely and regarded as a hero. Lissa of planet Asborg belongs to a powerful house so she has the freedom to do what she loves: explore planets and space phenomenon. On a scientific expedition to the planet Jonna she meets Captain Hebo and his partner an anthropoid from planet Rikha. They discovered a Forerunner artifact that they are going to sell to the highest bidder. Lissa leaves them to go on an expedition to see two black holes collide. She meets up again with Hebo on the planet Freydis where she helps the Susalans colonize a new world. He offers her a chance to visit a part of the galaxy where countless Forerunner artifacts might be found and she grabs at the opportunity realizing that she is embarking on the most dangerous mission of her career. Fans of the early Andre Norton and Robert Heinlein space operas are going to have a lot of fun reading FOR LOVE OR GLORY. Humans and other sentient species are realistically portrayed and the space battle scenes are exciting because it is difficult to guess how they will turn out. Hugo and Nebula award winner Poul Anderson has written a work that is rich in atmosphere and will make readers believe the author has written a ¿semi-autobiographic¿ book about what he has seen in the future in outer space. Harriet Klausner

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