On his eighteenth day in the tiger cage, Robert Stoney began to lose hope of emerging unscathed.

I don't have any structured grand plan; I just intend to keep writing about the things that interest me-some of which change, some of which don't.

Would I have been happier? Maybe. But then, happiness was overrated.

You know what they say the modern version of Pascal's Wager is? Sucking up to as many Transhumanists as possible, just in case one of them turns into God.

Australian SF book publishing has undergone a boom recently, and sometimes it's easier for new writers to sell a book to a local publisher first, which then makes a US edition more likely.

I hadn't given much thought to the prospect of a Hugo nomination at the time it happened, but obviously once you're nominated, winning one seems a bit less far-fetched than before.

I was six years old when my parents told me that there was a small, dark jewel inside my skull, learning to be me.