The Creative Fireby Brenda Cooper
Nothing can match the power of a single voice...
Ruby Martin expects to spend her days repairing robots while avoiding the dangerous peacekeeping forces that roam the corridors of the generation ship The Creative Fire. The social structure of the ship is rigidly divided, with Ruby and her friends on the bottom. Then a ship-wide accident gives Ruby a/i>… See more details below
Nothing can match the power of a single voice...
Ruby Martin expects to spend her days repairing robots while avoiding the dangerous peacekeeping forces that roam the corridors of the generation ship The Creative Fire. The social structure of the ship is rigidly divided, with Ruby and her friends on the bottom. Then a ship-wide accident gives Ruby a chance to fight for the freedom she craves. Her enemies are numerous, well armed, and knowledgeable. Her weapons are a fabulous voice, a quick mind, and a deep stubbornness. Complicating it all--an unreliable A.I. and an enigmatic man she met - and kissed - exactly once--who may hold the key to her success. If Ruby can't transform from a rebellious teen to the leader of a revolution, she and all her friends will lose all say in their future.
Like the historical Evita Perón, Ruby rises from the dregs of society to hold incredible popularity and power. Her story is about love and lust and need and a thirst for knowledge and influence so deep that it burns.
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"Brenda Cooper gives [the multigenerational starship] scenario a thorough, intelligent shaking and reworking, hewing to lots of the glorious old props while infusing a new strain of social justice and semi-YA, Hunger Games vitality into the milieu. …Employing nicely compact chapters and an engaging prose style, never letting the action flag while also illuminating a true trajectory of personal growth for Ruby, Cooper charts the first third of the career of The Creative Fire's songstress savior in a very entertaining and compelling fashion that leaves us eager for further installments."
"Cooper puts a science fiction spin on the life of Eva Perón in this fast-paced, teen-friendly series starter...."
"[A] wonderful work of social science fiction."
-Kirkus Reviews blog, "Best SF/F Reads of November" roundup
"Tackles a timeless theme in an interesting context."
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THE CREATIVE FIREBOOK ONE of RUBY'S SONG
By BRENDA COOPER
Prometheus BooksCopyright © 2012 Brenda Cooper
All right reserved.
Chapter OneA HOLE IN THE SKY
Four men in red uniforms surrounded three men wearing dirty gray work clothes. The reds muscled the less fortunate men down an orange hallway.
Uneven light showed scars where bots and cargo carts had bumped the metal walls and two places where graffiti had been painted over.
Ruby pressed her back hard against the wall and waited for the group to pass her. She recognized all seven, even though they worked a different shift from hers. The looks on their faces were familiar: the reds stoic to boredom, their meanness hiding just under their bones, and the grays at once anxious and resigned.
She kept her silence as the knot of people passed. The closest red elbowed her in the stomach and stepped on her foot casually, as if she couldn't have been avoided. She knew his name. Vidal. He spoke without looking at her. "Waiting for your turn, Ruby? Keep being a little bitch and we'll get you as soon as you're old enough."
"Be nice, Vidal, and I won't have to talk truth."
The red didn't respond, but neither did he touch her a third time.
The youngest gray looked at her in desperation. She remembered his name. Hugh. They'd talked during the last Festival of Changes, and he'd been sweet and hadn't tried to kiss her. He was just a year older, but that made him an adult, which made it legal to lock him up without as much provocation as they'd need for her.
There were enough of them to take her, too. Ruby hesitated a moment, thinking through the odds.
She slid her journal free of her pocket and set it on record, glanced up to be sure they weren't looking back at her, and shoved the journal in the loose waistband of her gray uniform pants. The sharp edge rubbed painfully against her skin in one place, but she might need the recording. She'd just have to keep their attention on her face. Or her face and her breasts, she thought. Damned reds.
The group had gotten well past her before she took off after them. "Stop!" she shouted.
She dodged for an opening and passed around them as fast as she could, so they couldn't grab her. Their hands were busy restraining the grays, anyway.
Vidal almost managed to trip her, and she kept herself from stepping down hard on his foot—hurt any of the reds, and she would go with the other grays. She looked at the leader, a tall man with silver hair that she had no name for. "Hugh. The young one. What'd he do? I know him. He doesn't break your rules."
The man spoke to his fellow reds. "Don't listen to her. She's not here." He kept the group going. Ruby moved ahead of them, walking a little backward and a little sideways, careful not to slow them down while remaining impossible to ignore.
Hugh glanced at her and jerked his head sideways. Signaling for her to give up?
Ruby reached for her best sure-of-herself voice. "You gotta let him out by the morning anyway. They'll need him. He runs the trash compactor and his shift mate's been sick a week."
She sighed. "Let him go, or I'll report you."
Still no response. The reds had picked up their pace; they were getting too close to her.
She turned to face them, backing up as fast as she could.
They kept coming, Vidal's eyes so angry she'd be dead if they were weapons.
"I have the right to ask what he's being detained for."
Hugh spoke, his voice strained and shaky. "I didn't do a thing. I was just in the same galley with these two. I don't even know what they did."
The other grays were both older, people she'd seen but not talked to. Nothing she could do for them, for sure. Probably not for Hugh, but the fear in his eyes made her keep trying. "Let him go. He's never been in lockup. He doesn't deserve it now."
"Get out of our way," Vidal growled at her, tightening his grip on Hugh's arm.
Ruby ignored Vidal. He wasn't the power anyway. She looked directly at the older man. "I'll report you. Maybe it won't matter, but maybe it will. You don't need him."
Vidal's upper lip curled. "Are you sweet on him? Should I be jealous?"
The older gray winced and gave Vidal a harsh look.
Good. She had him. "He's just my friend," she said, dropping some of the anger in favor of sounding like she needed help. "Please don't hurt him."
"When you get old enough, we're taking you," Vidal hissed.
The older man looked genuinely irritated.
Ruby took another step back, keeping her eyes on the leader.
"What's that in your belly?" he asked.
She didn't answer. Lying could be bad. "Let him go, please." She fought the urge to touch her journal, kept her fists at her side. "Please."
He had stopped, so the others stopped. He looked at Hugh. "You don't know these two?"
Hugh swallowed. "Of course I know them. Know who they are. They work in the orchard. But I don't work there, and I don't know what they're in trouble for."
The other two grays were still silent, and one of them narrowed his eyes and bit his tongue. The other one said, "He's telling the truth."
"Shit," the leader said. "You could have told me that."
She'd won. It was the gray's fault now, or at least the reds could pretend that was so. It meant the other two would have it harder, but with someone to blame, the reds would let Hugh go. Surely they would.
The leader kept looking at her. When he spoke his voice was low. "I'll remember you."
She didn't say anything.
He did. "Hand me your journal."
Her mouth had become dry, and it was hard to even get the words out. "I need it back. I'm a student."
"I'll drop it at your parents."
He probably would. He'd actually been pretty straight with her, all things considered. Almost fair. "My mother's hab. Siri Martin. I have no father."
The man nodded and then spoke to Vidal. "Let him go."
Vidal slammed Hugh into the metal wall so hard that she heard Hugh's shoulder pop and the hard outflow of his breath on impact.
She stayed still until they left.
Hugh looked up at her, hugging himself and shaking. "Thanks."
She nodded. "Go. I know you have a girlfriend. Go to her."
"Can I thank you?"
"Stay out of sight for a few days." She smiled at him, trying to break the thick fear he was still wearing on his skin and in his eyes. "You're all right. They'll leave you for now." She didn't want him to stay. She wanted to be alone. "Go on."
He did, limping a little, but moving reasonably fast in the same direction he'd come from. Hopefully they would leave him alone. She didn't trust Vidal out of her sight, but the tall man might keep him in line. Reds needed some reason to lock up grays. Thin excuses were enough. But they needed something.
She let Hugh turn a corner before she took off, running. Her footsteps echoed in the long metal box of the corridor, the cadence of her anger matching her strides, hot and familiar.
She ran longer than she needed to, circling the whole pod twice before making a sharp right and emerging in an open space, trading the greasy orange of the ship's corridor for the pastels of the C-pod park. She barely slowed to swipe her wrist past the reader on the metal post marking the entrance.
On the far side of the gate, she stopped to catch her breath, drinking in the clean, airy smell of her favorite place. The open space rested in default mode. Thin white clouds slid across a pale blue roof. A soft breeze blew across blossoming orchard trees and sweetened the air. It was nearly shift change, and so everyone else was probably prepping or sleeping, not coming home late after a singing lesson.
Far off, a siren sounded. Ruby ignored it, muttering under her breath, "Damned sirens. Too many drills."
The siren stopped.
Her chest felt tight and her thighs hurt from running. Not running away from the reds. Never running away. Just running.
With luck she could be alone here for a few hours. She went to the control panel, forcing deep breaths.
Still no sign of anyone else. No noise.
The panel rose as she approached, stopping at the perfect height. It tilted toward her, as if requesting her touch. The oils of thousands of fingers had smeared the controls into a sea of red and blue and gray, but Ruby didn't hesitate. She tapped it into expert mode, playing it like she played her sound sheet, confident and familiar.
The surface flashed light back at her, conversing.
Ruby commanded the blue color of the roof to deepen and light to gather in the right-hand corner, flowing into a single yellow-white orb so bright she squinted. She sent a flock of virtual birds winging in random patterns across the fake sky. She strengthened and cooled the wind until the air flowing past her cheeks stung them red.
She shook her head, her arms, letting the scene in the corridor with the reds slide away from her. She needed to forget she was a grease monkey, a gray girl, someone who might end up in lockup. The park was the only place Ruby had the right to be where she could forget herself.
She left the controls and took the path, glancing up from time to time at the fake birds flocking above her. If she and Onor were right, and the other level of the ship was above her, then the birds winged below the floor of other habs the same way the cargo holds existed below her feet.
The path she walked circled and looped, sometimes recrossing the places it had been. A trick of the programming to fool her into thinking the space was bigger. The surface gave beneath her feet, absorbing the sound of her passage. Here and there, empty benches sat lonely in the pretend vastness of the park. It was big, bigger than any other open space in C-pod, and its connection to the fruit orchard and the vegetable garden made it seem even vaster. Display surfaces on the walls and the roof added depth, so it looked almost like she imagined a planet would, as if the sky were truly far above and the park went on forever.
She stopped at one of the benches beside a spindly tree. The trunk was only three inches wide, the top of the tallest branches just out of reach if she jumped. Probably a fruit tree that would get moved in next time the orchard lost one. The tree's roots were channeled into pots that hung below the surface, trimmed by some of the very bots she was learning to clean and test.
She touched the bark, running her finger across small knots and twists. The tree had real life in it. More real than the path or the sky or the birds. She plucked a leaf and crumpled it between her fingers, touching her tongue to the thin strip of bitter green blood that oozed from the severed stem.
Her throat choked up. She didn't let the tears come. If she were to start crying, her anger would leak away, and she liked her anger. It made her bigger.
The path bucked under her feet.
She drew in a breath, ready to scream. Instead, the floor slapped the air out of her, so she gasped and choked. She rolled. The tree was closer to her than the bench, so she reached for its trunk.
Light flashed bright and then dimmed. The displays that made the walls and floor and ceiling flickered and then faded to blank surface.
A crack opened across the floor, now a dead black, and the bench tilted but didn't fall.
Ruby pulled herself up, gripping the slender trunk so tight that the rough bark hurt her palms as her body lightened, the change in weight fast enough to unsettle her stomach and make her mouth taste bitter.
The ship kept tearing, metal pulling and screeching away from metal above her head. The roof opened almost directly above her, a slit longer than five or six people and as wide as one.
Ruby clutched the tree and looked up. The wind had picked up so much her shirt flapped against her belly and her hair stung her neck.
Through the crack, details competed for her attention. Stairs and corridors and handholds and flooring, all off kilter. Figures running away from the rent, grasping handholds and pulling themselves out of her vision. A light winked off. Another winked on, illuminating a humanoid robot that gripped the hand of a compact man in a blue uniform, keeping him from falling.
The sky of the new level was black, dead black. The roof above her and the roof above that, all black. The few lights above her were small points of white. She'd learned from drill instructions that power would be stripped from unnecessary things in an emergency, but her sky had never been black.
Broken pipes and wires protruded from the space between the levels.
A woman's scream came from far away.
The park jerked again.
The surface under her feet canted further, and she spared a glance for the bench just as it tilted almost straight up. A hole, like the one above her.
Gravity hadn't fallen quite low enough for her to float. Besides, all the drills said hold on, hold on, hold on. There were stories of people caught in gravity fluxes who floated up and then smashed down. Below, only the tall, cluttered service floor and beyond that, between her and the great rushing void of space, the cargo pods, and outside of those, the wall of the ship itself. If the outer shell of the Fire had been breached, she would already be dead.
She needed to stay calm in spite of the ever-cooler air rushing about and the thinness of her breath.
The hole in the floor of the park was immediate and close. It mattered now. She redoubled her grip on the tree, whispering, "Please don't fall, please don't, please stay."
Another shudder opened the crack further. The bench dangled. The bolts that held it to the floor ripped away and it clattered below.
Ruby looked up. Where there had been birds, the man the robot had been reaching for fell through the rent in the roof. The ripped reflective surface of the roof flapped loose. The man caught it, swinging in slow motion, reaching impossibly toward the place he had come from. The metal man reached for him, then overreached. It tumbled slowly through the opening, its trajectory taking it right to the man, bumping him. Both fell slowly.
The pod jerked again.
The tree stayed in place. Ruby maintained her grip, holding her feet on the ground. The man and the robot fell, the two forms separating in the air.
Above them, the torn roof bled misshapen spheres of water and other fluids that refracted the emergency lights in shifting prisms behind the tumbling figures. The man tried to flap his arms like a bird, a reflexive silliness in the low gravity. He looked incredulous, his mouth open but not screaming as he fell through the air, now twenty feet above her. She hung on with one hand and reached toward him even though he was too far away to grab.
All lights switched off, except for three or four thin beams. The gravity generator activated and she was suddenly heavy.
The man thudded to the surface of the park with a grunt, a whoosh of breath escaping his lungs. He lay between her and the hole the bench had slipped through, the surface canted slightly toward the opening, like one of her shallow oil funnels. The robot fell feet first down the hole, reaching for an edge and missing. The expression on its face showed the placidity of all humanoid bots, and Ruby choked back a nervous giggle at the absurd vision.
Then her weight felt right. The gravgens balanced. She reached a hand out to the man. "Here," she called.
He twisted to look at her, his eyes wide. "I'm hurt."
"What? Can you reach me?"
The muffled ring of metal on metal told her the robot had collided with the floor far below.
The man slid sideways toward the hole, using one leg but not the other. "My foot."
"You have to," she said.
He crawled toward her, his face contorted with the effort.
She forced her hands free of the tree trunk and went to him, pulling him up.
His right leg buckled, taking him to his knees. "I can't. Walk."
His muscles bunched across his neck and jaw. His brows drew in over startling blue eyes. Sweat shone on his forehead, but he stood, wobbly, one hand on her shoulder.
The floor shifted underfoot and he fell again. Ruby tugged on his arm with both her hands. "Come on. You can do this."
He shook his head.
Another effort, and he was up. She took as much of his weight as she could, wishing for less gravity. His clothes felt slick and unfamiliar. She tested the ground in front of her as they went, unsure how stable anything might be. He grunted with each step, crying out once. "Keep going," she encouraged him. "We need something else to hang onto."
"Less than death." Sweat stung her eyes as she supported him and led him to a different bench by a different tree, helping him sit. She grabbed onto the back of the bench with one arm and used her free hand to curl his hand around the top slat. "Hold on."
He did. At first that's all he did, grip and look around, his brows drawn together and his face white. The dim, strange light barely defined his features. A shock of red hair hung over bluer eyes than any she'd ever seen. He was older than her brothers. Maybe twenty-five? He wore a clean blue uniform with a darker blue belt. She blinked at the color; she'd never been so near a blue.
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Brenda Cooper is the author of a three book series starting with The Silver Ship and the Sea, which, though not intended as a Young Adult novel, Library Journal selected as one of the years 100 Best Books for YA. The other books in the series are Reading the Wind and Wings of Creation. She is the author of Mayan December and has collaborated with Larry Niven (Building Harlequins Moon.) Visit her online at www.brenda-cooper.com, www.facebook.com/BrendaJCooper, and on Twitter @brendacooper.
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The Creative Fire is a phenomenal story that completely blew my mind. Between the theme of revolution, the memorable heroine and the suspenseful plot, Brenda Cooper has become one of my favorite authors. This was my first time experiencing her writing so it was a bit unpredictable, but even so it constantly headed in a direction I appreciated. The Creative Fire is Ruby's story of fighting for freedom with her voice and passion for uniting all the people aboard the space ship, The Creative Fire. Separated by class, the grays are the lowest and enforced by the red and, seldom seen by grays, blue peacekeepers. Ruby is not alone in her quest as there were rebels who came before her and those who work secretly. The third person perspective really works for this story because the writing stays centered on Ruby while opening up to another character: Onor, one of Ruby's best friends. It was so exciting to see the two characters start off on the same plot line, and then one placed on a subplot that converged with the main plot line by the end of the novel. Writing two different methods of revolution was an ingenious move for Cooper! Ruby's efforts to gain unity for all colors was a naturally building process. It didn't happen overnight and there were mishaps along the way. I wouldn't say that there were many shocking plot twists, but the progression of the story was weighed with suspense. The danger of not knowing who could be affected by Ruby's rebellion or where the commanding power on The Creative Fire actually lies, will truly keep readers on their toes. You'll never know what result will come about or how it will affect the plot until it happens. The story is sectioned into three parts that follow Ruby's progression from a gray with no knowledge of all the ship's history to a woman with a dream that may come to fruition. Brenda Cooper gave me more than I hoped for in The Creative Fire. It will absolutely be considered a novel to be read over and over again, whether to capture moments possibly missed during the first read, or to again experience the hope that Ruby instills her followers. I have a grand feeling that the Ruby's Song series will continue to impress me and I'm dying to jump back into Ruby's story! Also posted on Lovey Dovey Books *Book provided by publisher in exchange for an honest review*
Brenda Cooper has written a keeper. This book has action, intrigue, a girl becoming a woman and discovering what that means and lots more. The main character, Ruby, grows from beginning to end. The supporting cast of characters are never dull or one-dimensional. The politics are complex. I'm looking forward to Brenda's next book, hopefully in the series. Keep it up Brenda!