Having no preconceived notions about what I'm going to make, my work is more like a snapshot of my unconscious, created in order to understand myself and the world, not on an intellectual level, but on an intuitive level.
Welcome back to my discussion of the various awards of science fiction. . . . [I]n this article I'll be looking at the different awards that seek to change science fiction.
I rue / tigerish mandibles banqueting in my Saratoga-Carroll trunks—
"Suicide. Ha! The woman who pioneered prognostication using the Animus in urban decay?" Bringweather stuck his head in a Dumpster and his voice echoed as he said, "A solstice would sooner depart from the calendar. Ridiculous!"