One of the best tropes in fantasy is the clash of characters under tough conditions. Sometimes, these characters are enemies. Sometimes they become fast friends. Sometimes things get romantic. And sometimes, things get a little weird. Weird doesn’t always mean disaster, but in some cases it gives you pause (and if it doesn’t, it probably [...]
Ghosts of Manhattan is the answer to a terrific high-concept question: What if the Great Gatsby was Batman in a steampunk Cthulhuvian universe? It may not win many converts to the steampunk, superhero, or cosmic horror subgenres; but it will please many devotees of those forms.
We’ve gone from Dracula (Vlad the Impaler) to Edward (Ed the Sparkly), from Nosferatu to Sookie sucking. So where will the vampire trend go over the next 10 years? Here’s my best guess.
Molimus was a strong character in my mind, and he was telling me the story, so I tried to hear what he was saying. Then I pulled back and tweaked it, but not all that much.
Welcome, my friends, to Dystopia. Right this way to Central Processing, where your curiosity, intellect, and will to resist are all removed . . . almost painlessly, even. Oh, and pay no attention to the wails of the downtrodden coming from behind that door.
Gail Carriger made quite a splash with her extraordinarily enjoyable debut novel, Soulless, a steampunk-spiced urban fantasy novel of manners. She and her charming protagonist, Alexia Maccon nee Tarabotti, return with Changeless, a steampunk novel of manners spiced with urban fantasy. With a few more novels this delightful, Ms. Carriger will be challenging Laurell K. Hamilton and Charlaine Harris for the top of the New York Times bestseller lists.
I am Molimus. I live under the bridge where the day-boats go from wet and wooden Bracklow to the foot of the sweeping stone stair going up the hill to Firmitas and the military school.
A lobster’s tough exoskeleton allows it to have very soft and otherwise vulnerable insides. Do the gates of the city allow the city to have its soft and vulnerable off-season? Certainly the gates and wall are required, physically, for the city to have its isolation and security in the off-season. It’s a shame the lobster [...]
San Francisco is downright normal these days. Compared to the sixties anyway, or even the eighties. . . San Francisco has a whole lot of deep history for a place that’s only a century and a half old.
I don’t want music that evokes a feeling of driving down the freeway in an old Trans Am T-Top, the wind blowing through your mullet and making your rat tail whip out behind you as you pump your hands in the air.
