Speculative fiction authors now had reason to fear: computer games were not a passing fad; the figures on developers' balance sheets were growing at a tremendous rate; and graphical and sound capabilities were now reaching a point where players could suspend disbelief. . . . It was time for speculative fiction authors to adapt.

. . . a collective invention, half fish, half human. / Sucked dry by too many conventional seagulls / swooping, pecking at his exposed soul. . . .

I remember when she was all I ever thought about. When I would call her three times during the day just so I could hear her voice.