I was going to write about SF clichés next, but it occurred to me that since Ruth and I write as a team, and that’s the exception rather than the rule, it might be worth musing a bit on what … Continue reading
Ruth and I are always talking about stories, our own and other people’s–what we like, what bothers us, what could be done better, what we wish we saw more often. I thought I’d transform some of these conversations into blog … Continue reading
David led his horse up the mountain pass, the jagged peaks of the Shandorian border towering high above him, tinged with gold in the morning light. The path had finally grown too steep for riding, and the air was thin … Continue reading
David trudged back from University through the narrow streets and alleyways of the Dockside Quarter of Logansburg, capital city of Arien. His scholar’s robe was carefully rolled and stowed in his pack, and he always changed from his good blue … Continue reading
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Tiiro shrugged. “I didn’t care for fishing. I liked the port at Shiahan. There was a tea shop, and then there was the mage school. I had some money in my pocket that day, so I enrolled. It’s easier to … Continue reading