Dævara should have asked more questions before she first set up shop as a whore…
Dævara should have asked more questions before she first set up shop as a whore…
Amber sat on the mattress just outside her tent and, for the fifteenth dawn, watched the death of the sky…
Amber finds the ruins of Samarkand, passing between diorite sphynges, down to the underworld. Things are going to get much worse.
In any world, all things obey natural laws. No Exceptions. Magic also must have its laws.
It’s perfectly possible to enjoy a difficult task [editing], provided one is skilled enough at it. The satisfaction of performing the task skillfully, being proud of the result, make the job pleasurable.
If your characters get horny, let them fuck. Tell us what it looks, sounds, feels, smells and tastes like. Show us how they feel. Your readers deserve no less…
…the net effect of violence in fiction: an emotional distancing of the reader from all those involved in the violence…
Violence is like a potent spice. Use it carefully and sparingly for best effect.
…for those who don’t like to read “four letter words”: Fuck ’em!
Whenever I write anything, I imagine only one person is going to read it.
We long to visit other worlds, other planes—Færieland, Elysium, Asgard—as easily as stepping through a door.
In horror movies, the closed door is a source of terror. Properly, such doors should be a source of wonder.
Next time you find a small, oddly shaped, or out of place door. Try the handle. You never know what wonders might await you on the other side.