Here’s the lovely cover for Future Days, an SF anthology from Castrum Press. Nice, ain’t it? I think it’s got a rather hopeful vibe. I’ve a story in it (a novelette technically). It’s called ‘The Pink Starship Switch’ and it’s a tale from The Feral Space universe (or Feralverse, you might say. I really should […]
Read more "My Story In Future Days Anthology"Just seen the cover of the next book in me SF series. Oh my. (Don’t think I can say any more just yet)
Read more "Oh my"“Only went and did some James Worrad fanart didn’t I?” -Erika Price Thanks Erika! I don’t deserve it. As you can see it’s already gone to my giant floaty head of doom. (Side note: seems to be inspired by the picture below…)
Read more "Blowing Minds For Fun and Profit"Found this fellow in the corridor at work. The funny thing is, I found an empty tumbler and a menu on the floor in the same corridor an hour earlier. I’d no bloody clue why at the time. Clearly, one of the hotel guests had attempted to capture our friend here but had given up. […]
Read more "My Prince Has Come"“About time! I’ve been trying to make you read it these last twenty years!” So texted my pal Matt when I mentioned I’d started reading Red Army by Ralph Peters. It was he who’d sent me a copy. I’d mentioned I needed to engage with military (science) fiction in order to better handle my next […]
Read more "Elegy For A War That Never Was: Red Army by Ralph Peters"You can respect the Alien as a surviving animal and you can respect the Predator for its honour bound culture. But there’s no respecting the Thing. It clearly delights in tricking, terrifying and physically humiliating its victims and in turning its prey against one another. Look at that bit where it makes that guy’s head […]
Read more "The Thing: bit of an asshole"On this day in 1593 Christopher Marlowe (playwright, Shakespeare’s buddy and sexy Tudor stud muffin) went for a pint in a Deptford tavern with a couple of mates. He never left that boozer, ending up dead on the floor with a knife hilt-deep in his eye. The two pals claimed Chris had kicked off over […]
Read more "Here’s To Chris"I feel like an idiot but I’ve just ran away in fright. Upper floor of my hotel is being renovated: it’s utterly empty, all the rooms lining the hallway with no doors, various crap on the floor. Basically like something from a horror game. Each night I’ve been going up there to put the washer […]
Read more "Running Away, Terrified Of Absolutely Nothing"The other day me and my dear ol’ parents visited the childhood home of Isaac Newton, Woolsthorpe Manor just on the border betwixt Lincolnshire and Leicestershire. On the way in there’s all our system’s planets in wicker (think they must have got rid of Pluto, turned it into a basket or something. Waste not want […]
Read more "A Trip To Isaac Newton’s Home"“General Lasalle, an archetypal showoff hussar officer, epitomized this attitude by his remarks, among which the most famous is: “Any hussar who is not dead by the age of thirty is a blackguard.”[21] He died at the Battle of Wagram at the age of 34.” -Wikipedia
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