There were two things going on: 1) I had already established in my own mind where I wanted to go with the next series, and having James around as a Grey Eminence would have complicated matters. He had had an amazing life and it was time to bid him good-bye.

One likes to think one grows as a writer as one ages, else all you get is an old young writer. Beyond that is the changing landscape of the universe and the stories I choose to tell.

I know you'll think this odd, but I find it strangely exhilarating not knowing what's coming next.

Life is problems. Living is solving problems.

Jigsaw Lady is the working title of a science fiction novel I've had in my head for darn near 15 years. I think I'll start work on it next year (in all my spare time) but I'd like to get it finished some day.

ATLANTA NIGHTS is sure to please the reader who enjoys this sort of thing.

You would do well to know, Marcus, that irritating a better swordsman than yourself is a good way to end up dead.