Even to the Edge of Doom (or, C&P Get Married)

Your introduction to the events of Friday, August 19 is here: His Now mine. * Peter. Giant Squid. Your vows make it clear why I love you: your intellectual rigour, and your honesty, and your eloquence, and the way you leaven these with profanity – they’re...

Colin Harvey

Colin Harvey and I met in August 2009, under the fearsome gaze of an angry robot. In fact, the robot wasn’t all that angry – more cranky, and quite cute. It was Worldcon, that annual gathering of geek, and this particular party was on an upper floor of the Delta Hotel...

Epic Dermis

I fretted, while I waited for Editor Sandra’s first round of comments on The Pattern Scars. Of course I did: I fret at a professional level, about a wide variety of things – and this particular thing was more frettable-over than most. All these years (well, six)...

Passels and Pascals and Plants – Oh, Sigh

I’ve been distracted, lately. Because of the usual – trying to get the kids to eat something other than Nutella-slathered waffles; wedging myself onto rush hour subways and then propping myself up at my office desk for 8 hours; hacking triffid-sized weeds out of the...

The Pattern Scars – Chapter One, Entire

A tale was always told, in the lower city and in the castle (and I know, because I’ve lived in both places): When Teldaru, who was later seer to King Haldrin, was a boy of five, a powerful and much-hated lord ordered him to fetch a flagon of wine. The boy did the...

Blood and Gut

I’m about to get my editor’s comments back on The Pattern Scars.  It’s been seven years since I had professional editorial feedback on a book of mine, so I’m excited and trepidatious (used to think I’d made this word up; Microsoft spell check still does), and...