About the Snippets
Snippets are excerpts from books which have not yet been published. I started posting snippets on Baen’s Bar back in 1999 and have maintained the practice ever since. Some years ago, when I first launched this web site, I carried over the snippets and post them here. They’re also still posted on Baen’s Bar, if you prefer that venue. (Go to www,baen.com, select “Baen Community,” and then select “Baen’s Bar” from the drop-down menu.)
All of the snippets are posted in my conference, titled “Mother of Demons.” They can sometimes also be found in other conferences, depending on the title.
The snippets begin with the start of a book and typically go through half the novel before breaking off when the book is published. In addition to posting snippets from my own novels, I also post (with their permission) snippets from books written by many other authors.
We post snippets every Monday, Wednesday and Friday.
Most Recent
Days of Burning, Days of Wrath – Snippet 40
Days of Burning, Days of Wrath - Snippet 40 ***** Rodriguez could still here the tanks and the ocelots, even after they passed the smoke screen. He watched the last of the platoon disappear into the same screen before plunging into it himself. There...
1637 No Peace Beyond The Line – Snippet 06
1637 No Peace Beyond The Line - Snippet 06 Sehested was oddly relieved by the small man's absolute lack of social courtesies. "As part of the Union of Kalmar, Denmark is pleased to assist King Gustav of Sweden and the nations of the United States of Europe over which...
The Portals Of Hell – Snippet 04
The Portals Of Hell - Snippet 04 Me? Dave felt dumbfounded, as his friends stared, goggle-eyed. Before smart-alec Angelo could comment, he said deprecatingly, "Perhaps those two years at Academy did me a bit of good after all." "All of you did well," Bayn added. "Now,...
Heart Of The World – Snippet 04
Heart Of The World - Snippet 04 Around Daud the people sank down, their voices failed. A low moan rose from them. Daud was gasping for breath. A prickle of terror ran down his back. He wheeled around, and ran. He kept running, his breath a fire in his lungs. He could...