Yes, yes, here comes that sense of golden possibilities when nothing but the very first sentence stares back at me like a path curving around the bend, daring me to set foot, to follow it into the dark wood, heedless of the uneven trail covered with slick leaves, the steep drop-off to the rocks and rushing water below, the branches reaching to ensnare me. I’ll follow it every time.
I am beyond thrilled to announce that a story I wrote about imprisoned stone giants will be appearing soon in Beneath Ceaseless Skies. This is the award-winning fiction magazine dedicated to bringing readers top quality stories set in fantasy worlds that are not our own. I’ve been reading BCS for
Analog’s December issue features my second guest editorial, “The Future is Prologue.” Astute readers will recognize my reworking of Shakespeare’s line from The Tempest, “Whereof what’s past is prologue; what to come, in yours and my discharge.” Unlike a Shakespearean play, dinosaurs have managed to tromp into my editorial. But
