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September 6, 2017
A Bite of… Brent A. Harris
We managed to pin down Sidewise Award Nominee, Brent A. Harris for a few quick words as he was preparing to launch his new book A Time of Need, which is out today!
Q1: The world is about to end but you can be sent back in time to live out your life in any era before the 20th Century. When and why?
No time before Netflix is really a good time for me, I’m afraid. Plus, I like indoor plumbing and hot showers and air-conditioning. I’m odd, I know. So If I’m going to live and die horribly, let’s...
September 5, 2017
Coffee Break Read – Faust
Faust made up half of a team of two brothers. The younger and the more annoying half and a temporary resident in Voltz as he formed part of a team set up to work on an ongoing project. As far as Avilon was concerned if the team included Faust, he did not want to be a part of it.
As soon as he entered the bar, a slight frisson passed through certain segments of its patrons. One or two offered a terse nod, most avoided his eye and a couple even got up and...
Generations
They were the giants, whose shoulders lift us high,
And we, the living, cast our patronising smiles
In weighing deeds of those whose grandeur we decry.
We judge them from the giddy heights of gifted breath,
Belittling those whose words have filled our breast-milk tomes,
So forgetting soon shall we join them in death
And then will others come and rifle through our bones,
To pick the choicest flesh from them – and discard the rest.
Then laugh at all our fears and our misapprehended...
September 4, 2017
Monday Meme – Amnesia
“You have no idea what you are letting yourself in for. How can you?”
Commodore Vane shook his head as he spoke, it was beyond understatement and beyond belief. The soldier’s green eyes were fixed on a point some distance behind the Commodore’s left shoulder. Their colour, so brilliant, Vane suspected genetic enhancement and their focus had been unwavering since he entered the room.
“I think I do, sir.”
He stood in a formal parade-ground stance, as order...
A Musing…
Alas the Muse must vanish with the light
And close the manuscript of youthful fire
Why must I have so many thoughts in flight?
Why will not my Muse simply me inspire?
For every night a glass I have turned down
On this inverted bowl I call my desk
And bent my head for the laureates crown
To birth another written arabesque
But whence the bird forth from the branch hath flown?
How is’t Her brightness hence from me doth go?
Now here, abandoned, weeping, I do groan,
To ask why my M...
September 3, 2017
Sunday Star… excerpt from I Wore Heels To The Apocalypse
You’re Never Alone with a Badger
“I am your spirit guide,” the badger said to me. “I will be with you as long as you need me.” I did not expect a badger to speak with RP, but then I suppose spirit guides undergo training to ensure they can be properly understood.
“Can everyone hear you?” I asked.
“Only you can hear me, because I am your spirit guide,” the badger sounded slightly exasperated, it was official, I could even exasperate a badger.
“Are you going to show me a path to enlightenment...
A bite of… C.H. Clepitt
Today we have managed to pin down C. H. Clepitt for a WorkingTitle grilling…
Q1. I Wore Heels to the Apocalypse is a unique concept. Can you tell us what brought about such an inspired piece of lunacy?
I was doing an interview with the fabulous Aline from ChaChaRocks, and she asked me what my ideal outfit would be. I told her I didn’t want to be the stupid woman who wore heels to the apocalypse, and thus the concept was born. It was a big deal for me, as Heels was the first full length book...
September 2, 2017
Weekend Wind Down – Zahara
The scream woke him.
Mind confused by sleep and shifting dreams, Gideon awoke cold and clammy. It took a few moments to convince himself that it had been a real scream and not just a part of the strange, shapeless nightmare from which it had dragged him. There was no second scream, but re-enacting the sound in his head assured him it had belonged to the waking world – and that it had been female and terrified.
Zahara.
Some p...
The Thinking Quill
Dear Reader Who Writes,
By now one’s profile is such that one scarcely needs to trouble oneself with an introduction. The trademark quill? The eloquent and sophisticated writing style? It could be none other than Moonbeam Farquhar Metheringham IV – acclaimed and admired author of “Fatswhistle and Buchtooth” whose fantastical and fortuitous adventures through the megaplex-multiverse have been steady in the Amazon charts as Bestseller One – in a – Million for over a year.
Mummy tells one that a...
