And even if you’re right, the CIA paid millions of dollars to men trying to kill goats by staring at them, I said.
—Ilse Aichinger, The Bound Man
When people dis fantasy—mainstream readers and SF readers alike—they are almost always talking about one sub-genre of fantastic literature. They are talking about , and Tolkien's innumerable heirs. Ca...
One moment it was a calculating machine, attempting dispassionately to keep up with the gouts of data. And then awash in those gouts, something metal twitched and a patter of valves sounded that had n...
He was cheered by this. He was a scientist, not a mystic.
I always felt sorry for the sidekick as a kid. They never got their due and it left a very bad taste in the mouth - they are defined by a subordinate relationship to someone else. I always felt like a...
Their officer. The acid and powder in the
Vessels knocked together for hour upon hour, like bones, like someone infinitely stupid and patient at the door of an empty house.
They looked like people-shaped clay in the moments before God breathed out.
Surrealism comes for us all, Thibaut thinks.
Saul was going to kill Anansi.They both knew it. Saul was going to kill Anansi and Loplop and King Rat, and Saul was going to die, all in an effort to prove that he was not his rat-father's son.
The children from the bridge were often waiting there, eyeing me. They congregated by the stump and played a game involving motions as strange as those of worship. To me it looked as if they were feel...
Stories and secrets fight, stories win, shed new secrets, which new stories fight, and on.
No existe nada igual en ningún sitio -dijo -. En ningún sitio. No se trata de los sonidos. No es en los sonidos donde vive el significado.
Maybe it was always that way and everyone has always been forever waking in a flustered confusion deep at night trying to believe that the awful sound they think woke them was nothing, or was the nerv...
Democracy' was a sociological term in Russia in 1917, denoting the masses, the lower class, at least as strongly as it did a political method. For many b those heady moments, Kerensky exemplified 'the...
I didn’t move: I had no moving left in me.
An everyday Doomsayer in sandwich board abruptly walked away from what, over the last several days, had been his pitch, by the gates of a museum. The sign on his front was an oldschool Prophecy of the...
Открой-ка рот. И как у тебя язык повернулся разболтать о спруте приятелям. Ведь не должен был повернуться. (с) Коллингсвуд
Walls and ceilings moved with ratcheting mechanical life like the offspring of chains and crabs.