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Review: Cyberbooks
You know that ‘oh shit…’ moment you get when you think you’ve been wasting your time for the past year? Yeah, that’s what I got when I bumped into Ben Bova’s Cyberbooks in a secondhand store not long ago. The worst of it was, I couldn’t say that I hadn’t heard of it before, I’d […]
Bibliotek: Chapter Three.Two
22/08/2011
<— Previous ~~~~~ Inside the club it was DnB. Drums at a hundred and eighty-five BPM / and the sub-bass at a slower, iambic ninety. Some of the dancers raved inhumanly at the slower pentameter, holding their water bottles high into the laser light. The agitated bubbles foaming their drinks like molten silver. Graham would […]
Dreams of Writing
20/08/2011
For a long time, I never remembered any of my dreams. 'For a long time' is particular, as I do distinctly recall being a young child, recounting to my Grandmother how I dreamt of a piebald man, trying to bite chunks out of my flesh. Say, 7 or 8 years old.
Friday Fiction: The Miracle: Chapter One.One
19/08/2011
And here’s some more of the Miracle. While I gave you a piece from later in the novel last time (as a better stand alone scene), this is from the very beginning. The chapter is a little longer than the last, so I thought I’d serialise it, as per Bibliotek. If you have thoughts, comments, […]
Hat Man, na na na-na, Hat Man!
16/08/2011
Contrary to what the title suggests, this is not my outing as Perth’s premier superhero Hat-Man (though he is a dashing customer, isn’t he?.. ;) )
Bibliotek: Chapter Three.One
15/08/2011
Out on the street from the pub, there were ‘no-go’ zones around the hit, marked by push notifications: ‘Street closed. Follow prompts to detour.’ The notes buzzed the mobiles in their pockets, tingling like a mild electric fence.
Bibliotek: Nanograph Two
08/08/2011
The Wild Kids jeered as Christian ground his suspension boot into the other teen’s ribs. “I told you not to collaborate on our turf, Gav.” Gavin replied by sign, twisting in agony—and if anyone there had been fluent in pain, they may have appreciated his poetry.
Friday Bibliotek: Chapter Two.Three
05/08/2011
“Wait. Graham. I need you. People died to get me that last bound, it was developed under an anonymous patronage, and it’s had a terribly high cost.” “Shit, Emlen.” Graham rounded on him. “Are you dealing with Ransoms? Tell me. I’m already on the run from the ninjas—hunters—whatever—and you’re wanting to get me involved with that? Forget ale, I need a gin.” Graham feared that word. But he didn’t really know what a Ransom was.
Bibliotek: Chapter Two.Two
01/08/2011
“I was released after hours of questioning; but never actually cleared. It had been a pathetic, scattershot kind of accusation. They had nothing.
Kandace Mavrick
Paul McLaughlan
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25/08/2011
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