Song of Crit and Fire

Fortunately Melisandre brought us back, at what price I shudder to imagine. Behold the Sardenas Canyon Fire, visible from our nest at Angel Fire. Droughtland’s latest fire is small, but has been burning uncontrolled for several days now.  We have to hope that the name of our refuge, Angel Fire, remains metaphorical rather than literal. I have spent the last week and a half at Taos Toolbox, the master class for writers of science fiction and fantasy.  I’ve been teaching alongside the brilliant...