In these last and terrible days there’s still a kind of perfection in choosing the moment of one’s death. Drona hears your name spoken and detaches himself from his body. From this moment on, he is pure intelligence. You call…
An email, from Virginia to Robert: “They’re tearing the house down next Monday.” He closed the file he was working on and called her on the phone. “Hey, Ginny.” “Hey, Bobby. What are you doing this weekend?” “This is Whitemantle…
Wonderbook: The Illustrated Guide to Creating Imaginative Fiction is a unique and very interstitial writing guide that uses original images and visual exercises to educate and inspire. The book won the 2014 British Science Fiction Association Award for Best Non-Fiction,…
How many of our mirrors are the dead, casting back from the graveside what we practiced on them in life? Guilt gnaws in the ear like henbane, the green ache of a long-knit wound still sullen to the touch as…
I. When my father was about to die he told me about a ghost he had seen. II. My father was a good man in a general sense, but he was restless and knew nothing about parenting. Long stretches of…
