This startling SF adventure novel is a collaboration between the classic SF Grand Master, A. E. van Vogt, and contemporary master Kevin J. Anderson. At the time of his death in 2000, van Vogt left a partial draft and an outline for the sequel to his most famous novel, Slan. van Vogt's jam-packed, one-damn-thing-after-another story technique makes his active plots compulsively readable. Now the story is completed by Anderson, and is sure to be one of the most popular SF novels of the year.

 

Slans are a race of superior mutants in the far future, smarter and stronger than Homo sapiens and able to read minds. Yet they are a persecuted minority, survivors of terrible genocidal wars, who live in hiding from the mass of humanity. Slan Hunter tells of this towering conflict in the far future, when a new war among the races of mankind bursts out, and humanity -- all types of humanity -- struggles to survive, and of course of the heroic Jommy Cross, mutant hero of Slan.

Praise

"Van was a Grandmaster. Slan was his masterpiece. Now, like a dream come true, Kevin returns us to that singular world, the world of Jommy Cross."--Harlan Ellison®

 

"Not only does Slan Hunter complete Van's last great project, incorporating his ideas, characters, and dialogue; it is a fun, grand adventure reminding us of the inventiveness and forward thinking of one of the grand masters of the Golden Age of Science Fiction." -- Lydia van Vogt (widow of A. E. van Vogt)

About the Author(s)

By A. E. van Vogt and Kevin J. Anderson

Kevin J. Anderson has written dozens of national bestsellers and has been nominated for the Nebula Award, the Bram Stoker Award, and the SFX Reader's Choice Award. He has set the Guinness-certified world record for the largest single-author book signing--for a posthumous collaboration with L. Ron Hubbard!

 

A. E. Van Vogt was a Canadian still living in Canada when he wrote Slan in the early 1940s.  He spent the latter decades of his life in Los Angeles.

Excerpt

Chapter One

The world was already falling apart when her first contractions hit.

“Perfect timing—” Anthea Stewart clenched her teeth to stop a hiss of pain, holding her rounded abdomen.

Beside her, driving recklessly, her husband Davis said, “Don’t worry, Anth. I’ll get you there in time.” He took a hard right so that the wide whitewalled tires squealed on the asphalt. “Plenty of time.

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