Oct 19, 2008 | Fiction |
And the words enveloped him like an unrecognisable fart, saying: yes, oh yes, this is you, this is you.
Oct 12, 2008 | Fiction |
To Xan’s dark-adapting eye the faceless waiter now looked implausibly young: he seemed about to recommend a glass of milk. ‘I’ll have what you have,’ she said. All the more reason, then, to order an ocean of blue ruin.
Sep 12, 2008 | Fiction |
Clint said, ‘The big news climatewise, they’re saying, is the Ice Age. Which is coming up. After uh, ten thousand years of decent weather, muck out the igloo, boys, and hunker down for ninety millennia of frostbite.’ ‘…Then maybe global...
