An untrampled scorpion troubles no one.

Nature has become something new. It is ours now, truly. And if our creation devours us, how poetic will that be?

Plenty of people say my guesses about a future drought in the western U.S. (where I live and grew up) are wrong, so I don't see why I won't be wrong in some people's eyes when I go set a story on foreign shores.

Pain held no terror for him. Pain was, if not friend, then family, something he had grown up with in his crèche, learning to respect but never yield to. Pain was simply a message, telling him which limbs he could still use to slaughter his enemies, how far he could still run, and what his chances were in the next battle.

It’s human nature to tear one another apart. Be glad you come from such a successful line of killers.

When I read, I'm either reading to learn, or I'm reading to switch off.

For pleasure, I'll read military sf, or Elmore Leonard capers, anything that's fast and fun. Otherwise, I mostly pick at books, without any clear focus.