People have freaked out when I tell them that my dragons are scientifically based... what else can you call a genetically engineered life form?

Fear has its uses but cowardice has none.

People have freaked out when I tell them that my dragons are scientifically based... what else can you call a genetically engineered life form?

To cry was to release all sorts of ugly little pressures and tensions. Like waking out of a long, dark dream to a sun-filled day.

I think writers need windows on a view to remind them that a whole world is out there, not the minutiae with which they might be dealing on a close scale

Because we build the worlds we wouldn't mind living in. They contain scary things, problems, but also a sense of rightness that makes them alive and makes us want to live there.

Above us, outlined against the brilliant sky, dragons crowded every available perching space on the Rim. And the sun made a gold of every one of them.