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Clarke’s Third Law

November 26, 2013 by



Getting Your Readers to Take a Leap of Faith

June 5, 2013 by


I think that in every story the author gets one official suspension of disbelief. You can have one thing that is totally ridiculous that you’re asking everyone to ignore. Most science fiction and fantasy texts use it for the premise of the story. Aliens are real? Okay. Tiny blonde superhero can ignore the laws of […]

Arthurian Robin Hood Sherlock

February 28, 2012 by


So on Friday night I read A Study in Scarlet. It was shorter than I remembered. But then, it’s been a while since I’ve read it. Possibly a very long while. I started to feel these echoes of familiarity as soon as I laid eyes on the inscription on the first page and the feeling […]

Support Your Local Zombie Apocalypse

December 30, 2011 by


I don’t know about you, but sometimes when I hear people planning for the inevitable zombie apocalypse I start to wonder if they’re looking forward to it. If that’s you, or, you know, you think your exercise routine needs a bit more of an adrenaline rush (or you enjoy framing your whole life as a […]

The Song of Dalsarion: Fifteen

November 24, 2011 by


19 The next morning was warmer than I expected. ‘Did you learn the lessons of my songs?’ Asked Mithril. Smiling, I remembered what he had sung. ‘Sometimes I think there weren’t any… But at other times I stop, and consider, perhaps there was wisdom in the wit of it? The terrible responsibly of it all? […]

The Song of Dalsarion: Fourteen

November 22, 2011 by


18 Strictly speaking, by the end of this ritual, I was to be an Elf. And with it, all intents and the devices thereof. So, dressed as I was in supplicant’s robe —or otherwise as it’s known, my hair. I found I walked down an un-natural, aged path of rose bushes—wrong season for them— and […]

The Song of Dalsarion: Thirteen

November 20, 2011 by


14 ‘He has been practicing with un-tamed fervour, this ballad of un-known lover! I say, such romance. Let us listen…’ Mithril himself falling quiet. The Chattering Hall–at night silent, open to the stars; though on a hot summer or spring day like that, roofed with gentle feathers and the talk of birds. —This was to […]


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