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Wandering. Wondering. Acquiring and editing SFFH for Angry Robot Books. Live in Edinburgh. Photos my own unless otherwise etc.
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Thread. PAY ARTISTS AND CREATORS FOR THEIR WORK, THEIR SKILLS AND THEIR TIME. This is not a complicated principle.

Upcoming Nina Allan novel KLAXON.

"The great green lizard, at the summer's height, lashed by a dog star rage from hedge to hedge, crosses the path as though a lightning flash."

Can't fault the ambition.

Never read it. Time to give it a go. Love this edition.

"...a much richer ritual, in which a part was played by owls, telescopes, pine cones, hydraulic pumps, mushrooms, Cartesian ovals, spiders, Pythagorean tables. There was also a certain show of skulls, not only of humans, but also of cows, wolves and eagles."

Portal number 92.

My first bumblebee for the year swung in, thumb-sized, through the kitchen door.

"They had fulfilled their destiny. The brewer is dead, Auntie is dead, and the student is dead, the one whose sparks of genius ended up in the bin. Everything ends up in the bin." Not really prepared for just how thoroughly nihilistic Hans Christian Andersen can be.

"Then she confessed to her sin, and the executioner chopped off her feet with the red shoes. But the shoes kept dancing with the little feet across the fields and into the deep forest. And he carved wooden feet and crutches for her...and she kissed the hand that had wielded the axe." The Red Shoes

Gogmagog is now a year old. Its heroine, river pilot Cady Meade, might be 78 years old, or she might be centuries old. But she's as foul-mouthed and cantankerous as ever. And her final blossoming and her final fight are coming. Cover art @ianmcque.bsky.social, design @onecuriouschip.bsky.social.

Ru's book, What Remains?, is one of the most inspiring and life-affirming books I've read - shot through with warmth, wit, rebelliousness love and steadfast care. Not bad for a book about death, funerals and grief. It's an astonishing piece of work.

Movies you've watched more than six times, GIFs only.

Mary finds amazing landscapes in stained and broken corners of stone and paintwork. 100% worth the follow.

"Coyote hears the big sneeze. He is six feet beneath the soil, but still it gets to him, waking him from green and black slumbers. A shower of mucus falling heavily onto his grave and his stone. The muffled explosion causes tremors in the worms and roots around him."

"As this wave from memories flows in, the city soaks it up like a sponge and expands." (Paging @wildtwin.bsky.social)

Feel that these three sentences brilliantly get to the core of the whole soulless sham that is AI in art. AI can do great things for us, but it destroys art. "This is AI solving problems. With art, there is no problem to solve. The art is in the doing."