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Comic Con – Montreal

Go on, ask me? Ask me if I’m excited and the answer will be, you bet! And what am I so excited about you may well ask? Me and mine are going to COMICCON Montreal, September 14-16th, and what’s more: We also managed to score tickets for the much coveted “Reunion of the Generations” featuring Patrick Stewart and William Shatner. Not only would this be (if you are old-school like I am, brought up on classic trek with Kirk, Scotty, Bones and Spock) something special, getting to hang out for a couple of hours and listen to Shatner reminisce, but throw in Jean-Luc I mean, Patrick Stewart, and I am so there. Skips off into the sunset doing happy dance!

The Truth About Literary Fiction

Is literary fiction just the fiction of the mundane? After all, when you strip out the romance, the humour, the murder, the mystery, the suspense, the thrilling, the action and adventure, the gore, the war, the crime, the western and history, the abnormal, the paranormal, the supernatural, the horror, the fantasy, the surreal, and the science, what are you left with? The genre of the mundane—literary fiction!

Genre Sub-Categories

Just what is Speculative Fiction anyway? Speculative Fiction incorporates so many sub-genres these days, it’s really hard to keep up with them all, so here are just a few of the sub-genres for each of the holy trinity: SF, HORROR, and FANTASY. SF • AI • Alien Invasion • Colonization • Cyber • Dying Earth • Dystopian • First Contact • Futuristic • Galactic Empire • Generation Ship • Hard SF • Immortality • Military SF • Mutants • Nanotech • Near Future • Parallel/Alternative Universe • Post Apocalyptic • Pulp • Robots/Androids • Slipstream • Space Exploration • Space Opera • Time Travel • Utopia • Virtual Reality FANTASY • Alternative History • Contemporary [urban] • Dark Fantasy • Epic [classical] • Fairy Tales…

Delilah’s Song #5

FORAGING DOWN RIVER FROM THEIR MAKESHIFT camp, Delilah gathered black wild bramble berries from a tangled thicket near the water’s edge, piling the delicate fruit into a crude bark cone. Her head snapping up, alert, when she heard muted voices. Men’s guttural voices, arguing. There was a harsh barked laugh followed by a shrill shriek of a woman, which was quickly cut off by other indistinct muffled sounds. A horse whinnied across the river, to her left. Someone else was making camp for the night. Two men, possibly more, and certainly one woman. Abandoning the fruit at the base of a tree, Delilah crouched down and inched her way through the dense undergrowth to her left, edging toward the river, in order to get…

Delilah’s Song #4

STRAINING TO KEEP HER LEFT FOOT pressed down on one sapling, while holding a second beneath her left armpit, Delilah smiled at her predicament. Her right hand clutched another bowed branch, threatening to slip her grasp, while Sera commanded her to move her right knee. She was about to be ripped limb from limb, in a nasty accident, if Sera didn’t secure these branches before she lost control of them. “Sera…Little One,” she didn’t quite implore. “Just another second—” “I might not have another second.” At least she had full view of a dirt-smudged buff behind. It moved and vanishing. She let out a sigh. If it had been left up to her, she would have found a means magical to make them shelter…

Delilah’s Song #3

ALL HER LIFE DELILAH HAD BEEN taught to expect the unexpected; it didn’t mean she was always prepared for it when it came from unusual places, as it did now. Her eyes opened wide, as if in need of sucking in every last available drop of fading sunlight. She was caught staring as something more than a little beguiling, the painted moth caught by the dancing flame. A blush-pink bottom carefully picked its way through the thicket to her right, but it was the swath of back that held her attention. Or, more to the point, what she saw gracing the soft curves of Sera’s back. A face turned toward her, smiled then frowned. “What?” Sera stood quite still clutching the treasures she’d begun…

Delilah’s Song #2

DELILAH WAS AWARE OF THE SOFT warm body that lay across her, as she sucked in a ragged breath, winded from the fall. She herself lay spread-eagled, flat on her back, atop leaf-litter and who knew what else. Her nose was assailed by a number of wooded-smells which were reassuring but not very forthcoming. Dappled sunlight shafted down through low overhang. She blinked in surprise. Gathering her wits she sat up in one quick movement, pulling the dazed woman up into her arms. With a glance about them, Delilah realized they were not where they were supposed to be: in the safety of the House Facility. But sat aside a wide dirt track in a heavily wooded deciduous forest, which was itself clothed in…

Delilah’s Song #1

IT WASN’T SO MUCH THE NOISE that woke Sera Kincaid from her restless sleep, as the peculiar smell. The odour, not unlike rotting eggs or burnt sulphur, pulled her from strange dreams with the thought, had the devil himself turned up in her apartment. Pulling a hand through short, curly blond hair, Sera stifled a yawn and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Standing unsteadily she went to investigate, barely awake let alone firing on all cylinders. Her mind still raking over the fast fading vestiges and fragmented images of a dream. Dream? Nightmare was more like it. Some scary looking ancient, carrying a gleaming sword the likes of which she had never seen before, had been riding a huge horse,…

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