I nearly stumbled off the pavement in front of a bus, which was my cue to turn left. Now I was looking in the right direction, I could see the glow of electric light in the fog, showing me the…
I nearly stumbled off the pavement in front of a bus, which was my cue to turn left. Now I was looking in the right direction, I could see the glow of electric light in the fog, showing me the…
If Christopher Priest has a formula, it can be summed up as two worlds = one character. In A Dream of Wessex, one of Julia Stretton’s worlds is an experiment conducted by the other: a utopian future based around the…
The way they sat on the couch for their first session usually told Marcia more than anything they said in the session itself. Her three o’clock draped himself across it like a veteran lounge lizard, feet stretched in front with…
Leonard snatched his hand back from the ladder. He should have known it would be hot. Everything in the Namib desert was hot by the afternoon. Especially a rusty old ship that had run aground so long ago that the…
Ellie didn’t believe her brother was really excited about a worm. “It’s a worm.” She could agree with his characterisation of the green squirm in his hand. She didn’t need to share his enthusiasm for it. “It’s more than just…