Take What Is Offered And That Must

I Have So Little Patience With The Whole Y.a. Book Thing. As Far As I'm Concerned, You Either Read Books For Children Or You Read Books For Adults.

It Was The Single Forgiving Phrase In The Syntax Of Weaponry I Had Strapped About Me. The Rest Were Unequivocal Sentences Of Death.

Pretty Much Anything You Care To Imagine Can Happen In A Fantasy, Which In Turn Means You Can Really Crank Up The Intensity Of The Tale You're Telling.

When A Man You Know To Be Of Sound Mind Tells You His Recently Deceased Mother Has Just Tried To Climb In His Bedroom Window And Eat Him, You Only Have Two Basic Options. You Can Smell His Breath, Take His Pulse And Check His Pupils To See If He's Ingested Anything Nasty, Or You Can Believe Him.

I've Been Accused Countless Times Of Writing Gloomy Futures. But To Me, The Texture Of My Sci-fi Just Feels Like An Extrapolation Of Current Trends.