The coldest winter I ever spent was summer in San Francisco. — attr. to Mark Twain Chapter One There was an air of festivity at the Port Saint Frey harbor, where Tesara Mederos and her sister Yvienne waited to send off their parents on a six-month voyage that, the entire Read more…
The Book in my Head The book in my head comes in colors of tawny gold and sage green, with sunlight filtering through green leaves, and boiling clouds on the horizon. The book in my head transmutes black scratches on a white background into sadness, loneliness, heartache, loss, redemption, fear, Read more…
I’ve had the opportunity to go to two Eastercons now. It’s been such a pleasure to participate in conventions outside of the US. I am fortunate to live in Texas, where there are some of the best sf conventions in the country, but having another perspective is enlightening. It would Read more…