Because you can never have too much vampire poetry….
This one is an (obvious) homage to the poetry of Robert W. Service.
The Longest Night
There is a land where the cold winds blow
And blood runs chill in mortal veins
Where game is scarce and the hunt is cold,
And loneliness drives a man insane.
There is a place where the world is ice
And where even wolves are loathe to roam.
Where the earth is white and the sky is black
And the spirit frozen.
I call it home.
The living have given it fearsome names
The doomed have cursed it with dying breath,
But it draws them still, for passion and gold,
This frozen empire whose king is Death. Read more
All her life Jessica Drake has dreamed of other worlds, some of them similar to her own, others disturbingly alien. She never shares the details with anyone, save her younger brother Tommy, a compulsive gamer who incorporates some aspects of Jessica’s dreams into his games. But now someone is asking about those dreams…and about her. A strange woman has been watching her house. A visitor to her school attempts to take possession of her dream-inspired artwork.
As she begins to search for answers it becomes clear that whoever is watching her does not want her to learn the truth. Read more
My story Perfect Day will be included in Hartwell’s Year’s Best Science Fiction for 2012. So for all of you who missed the magazine debut and want a dead tree copy, it’s on its way…. Read more
I often tell folks that in order to write you have to be willing to reject your own work. Sometimes what you’ve written just isn’t right for a project, and you have to let it go.
Today I was tested on that point, as I had to throw out two chapters of Dreamseekers. It was really frustrating, since I’m within weeks of needing to finish this thing, but they just weren’t what the book needed. POV was just all wrong. AARRRRGH Read more
My next novel will be called Dreamwalker, and is due out in Febrary 2014. Which means I’ll have to keep feeding y’all excerpts till then, so stay tuned! Read more
(Advice from the Green Man:)
“The Shadowlords are insane. Never forget that. Their Gift is handed down from person to person, and it carries with it all the memories of those who possessed it in the past. All their prejudices and obsessions, their hatreds and fears and uncertainties, melded to the brain of one who was born and bred for such a process, and who has been told from childhood that he must submit to it…think what that would do to a man!” He looked up toward the mansion high above us. “I’ve been told that some become lost in the process and that they wander places like this in a haze, unable to fix on a single identity, or even a single time frame. Read more