Stepping into Stories, One Word at a Time
“The reason we show you this,” Otubre said, “right here at the start of your training, is so you’ll know what you’re fighting for. Every world’s got a lease, troopers. Every one of us has got an expiry date. But until god himself comes down from the holy mountain and tells us our time is... Continue Reading →
“I think you’re halfway right,” I said, a lot quieter than he had been talking. “That’s how it used to be. But I don’t think it’s that way any more.” Jon got ready to break in, but I held my finger up to stop him. “Humankind was masters of the whole world once, wasn’t they?... Continue Reading →
"It's wonderful, though, to be impossible, isn't it? Mrs. Spencer always said that magic is impossible. You know what I think about sometimes? How nobody sees the world the same way as anyone else. Some people look at a beautiful day and see it as a little bit more green than other people do. Some... Continue Reading →
‘There must be something in books, things we can’t imagine, to make a woman stay in a burning house; there must be something there. You don’t stay for nothing.' Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury In the wake of recent movements to ban books across the country, I found myself coming back to the question over and over... Continue Reading →
"It was cold, as Rowan had warned her. Even in her thickest jumper and duffle coat, she shivered as the currach pulled away from the cove where it was docked. But she barely noticed. Mist was coming off the sea; the sunrise colored it faint gold and orange, as though they were swimming through fiery... Continue Reading →
"The Gibber stretched to the horizon in all directions, a flat tableland, with small stones strewn across a shiny, crusted surface of gleaming deep mauve. Here and there a few tiny plants survived on moisture that condensed from the air at night. There wasn't much: saltbush, spiny beggarchild and gummy plant. None grew more than... Continue Reading →
Of Worlds Forgotten 