Monthly Archives: August 2015

Weekend Writing Warriors: Sunday 30 August 2015 (WIP: Ship’s Heart, character interview)

Feo embraced me and laughed. “Is that him?” she whispered, nodding toward Hernan. “He is pretty.” I forestalled her before she could even joke about the next bit. No, he’s not her traveling-companion, but mine; if he wants to join … Continue reading

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Weekend Writing Warriors: Sunday 23 August 2015 (WIP: Ship’s Heart, character interview)

When I was first restored to my gene-mother, or she to me, after her Transition, she bathed me in the lullabies of the Inhabitants, waves of warmth. I understood she was different, as I was. The Shipwright had explained it … Continue reading

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Poetry Review: A Supernatural Song of Ourselves (Bryan Thao Worra’s Demonstra)

Bryan Thao Worra. Demonstra. Innsmouth Free Press Note: I’ve followed Bryan Thao Worra on Twitter (and vice versa) for a while now. This July, I met him in person at CONvergence 2015. When I told him I’d be happy to … Continue reading

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Weekend Writing Warriors: Sunday 16 August 2015 (WIP: In the Breath of the Groves and the Brightness of the Stars)

Ever since Landfall, the ship-colonies have traversed the True Ocean. They follow the fisheries and the storm-systems, closely enough to capture rain, not so close as to receive the worst of hurricane winds. Ever since Landfall, the Groves have been … Continue reading

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Weekend Writing Warriors: Sunday 9 August 2015 (WIP: Shipwright, Captain, Figurehead)

Storm-gate, Naime celebrated with the apprentices in the workshop, and the Master of the Yard, who was a patron-cousin of her elder-father on the Iskra side. A delegation of fresh-faced cadets and students from the New Academy came all the … Continue reading

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Weekend Writing Warriors: Sunday 2 August 2015 (WIP: Shipwright, Captain, Figurehead)

Slava was an Outlander, a shame about that, Axia had said. What could she have meant … except that Outlanders weren’t candidates for clan-marriage. Naime closed her eyes, as if sinking into the cybernetic reverie that carried her to the … Continue reading

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