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“I don’t know why they thought I’d be more likely to listen to you.” I met her gaze in the rear mirror; watched her lashes come down in kevlar shutters over the windows to her soul. Cutting me ou...

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“It’s me.” “Yes, I recognise your voice.” “So did you get my message?” “Who was she?” “Nobody important. The message?” “I received it.” “Then maybe she’ll get better. And what have you decided?” ...

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Lyon: …I’m still an entertainer and always will be… and I’ve persuaded myself I do at least as much good as tranquilisers. Everyone can go where their mind takes them. You can live in imaginary ...

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…you want one piece of advice that is directly relevant but may not feel that it helps much? She’s not the one. That doesn’t mean that when you met her she might not have become the one or that s...

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I went all the way back to the start of the novel to add this in, in case you’re wondering; I didn’t only just begin and I didn’t restart. In his dreams, he soars through the remembered evening ...

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Book title: Bloodweave. Word count: 3000 words Last words written today: “Please put your weapon down, Mr Redgrave.” “Can I see some ID?” She showed me the badge she wore around her neck. “Please...

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For some reason I’ve suddenly been humming this all day. (context and explanation here) Auntie, why’re you lookin’ at me I said Auntie, hey there’s nothing to see I said Auntie, ‘cause I’m nothi...

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You say to me “I can’t help loving you.” And I hear I wish I had a choice.

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In a thread where a writer asked why her vampire hunters didn’t use guns: DoS: Even if vampires are hurt by silver, if you have to steak a vampire, decapitate it and bury the head at the crossroa...

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I was contacted for GISHWHES; since, as far as I’m concerned, every opportunity to create a story is an exercise, I was ok with it. (note that I had to include Misha Collins, Queen Elizabeth and ...

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Warning: National Day entry coming up, so it may not be relevant to non-Singaporeans. I just sat through a medley of various National Day songs, and I finally pinpointed what it was that was bug...

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"Come on, boy." I raised the baton in front of me, willing power into the lure nimbus. The beast turned to look at me, nostrils flaring, taloned fingers flexing. Turned to look at me, away fro...

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"I wasn't expecting you back so soon." I lean down to the fire and stir the coals, flaring an orange light out into the room. "I take it things didn't work out." "You knew this would happen?" Yo...

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Three hours later, and the lights of Hull were receding in the winter fog off the stern of the ferry, and I was up on the deck in the frigid North Sea air. The deck was empty except for a few sm...

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"Gamma transient phenomena spiking, sir." The Station chief exhales a lungful of cigarette smoke, coalescing in the air before him like the crystallised soul of dying man. "Probability?" "Six...

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He thinks he sees her sometimes, in the barest flash of sodium streetlight off auburn hair between the strokes of night, but when he crosses the street to find her, she is already gone. And now...

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"Every man has his price? Yes, and every conscience can be purchased. That is true, sir, and the way of the world. "But with all due respect, you don't have the currency to even bid for mine."

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Trigger phrase: Video game physics. For Jireh, who asked. I didn't have my pistol. Kit had complained about it, bitterly. How do you intend to work without it? If you want me to be fully eq...

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Trigger: The world beneath the surface. Some winter nights, the pain becomes too much to handle, the cold of the June rains seeping in through the glass of the window and burrowing deep into my ...

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So far this week, I've seen the same question asked in two different places by two different people: How do you write a strong female character? which is, clearly, the wrong question to ask, be...

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I don't believe in the afterlife. Or rather I do; I've seen people taken by Reapers and I've seen the immortality they offer, and it holds no appeal to me. Given all that, oblivion must surely b...

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For CF, who asked, and unfortunately didn't give me a prompt and resulted in my rambling all across the page. It's amazing, someone once told me, how far you have to run just to find yourself....

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For Jacelyn, who asked: "It's cold." "That's why it's called the Arctic, darling." I dart a sidelong glance at you, fabulous in mink, cheeks artfully reddened by the cold of deep winter. No...

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For Sylvia, who asked. ______________ We carry the faint miasma of alcohol and tobacco sidestream into the compartment with us, and you crack the window open to keep the air circulating as I sl...

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