Certainly A Decade And A Half Out

We All Get Our Dreams Stamped On From Time To Time, Right? And If It Didn’t Hurt, What Kind Of Second-rate Dreams Would They Be?

When A Man You Know To Be Of Sound Mind Tells You His Recently Deceased Mother Has Just Tried To Climb In His Bedroom Window And Eat Him, You Only Have Two Basic Options. You Can Smell His Breath, Take His Pulse And Check His Pupils To See If He's Ingested Anything Nasty, Or You Can Believe Him.

For Me, Any Fiction Of Nobles And Swords Necessarily Has To Be A Story Of Corruption, Injustice And Savagely Violent Conflict - Because Any Other Treatment Is Going To Have All The Heft And Realistic Honesty Of A Bedtime Fairy Tale For Five Year Olds.

I've Been Accused Countless Times Of Writing Gloomy Futures. But To Me, The Texture Of My Sci-fi Just Feels Like An Extrapolation Of Current Trends.

If They Asked How I Died Tell Them: Still Angry.