I don't like Amazon (wearing my author hat, not my customer hat).

While writing a novel I almost completely stop reading books in the same sub-genre for the duration.

No two books come out the same way. Some I write by the seat of my pants; others are planned in minute detail.

Like the famous mad philosopher said, when you stare into the void, the void stares also; but if you cast into the void, you get a type conversion error. (Which just goes to show Nietzsche wasn't a C++ programmer.)

Idiots emit bogons, causing machinery to malfunction in their presence. System administrators absorb bogons, letting machinery work again.

The Magician's Land is a triumphant climax to the best fantasy trilogy of the decade.

Most people think spies are afraid of guns, or KGB guards, or barbed wire, but in point of fact the most dangerous thing they face is paper. Papers carry secrets. Papers carry death warrants. Papers like this one, this folio with its blurry eighteen year old faked missile photographs and estimates of time/survivor curves and pervasive psychosis ratios, can give you nightmares, dragging you awake screaming in the middle of the night.