Station Eleven

“So there’s this initial group of patients – the Moscow passengers. Then, this afternoon, a new patient comes in. Same symptoms, but this one wasn’t on the flight. This one’s just an employee at the airport.” “I’m not sure what you’re – “ “A gate agent,” Wa said. “I’m saying his only contact with the other patients was speaking with one of them about where to board the hotel shuttle.” “Oh,” Gevan said. “That sounds bad.” The streetcar was still trapped behind the stopped car. “So I guess you’re working late tonight.” “You remember the SARS epidemic?” Wa asked. “That … Continue reading Station Eleven


“Everything we do, everything we believe, everything we are, we think it’s ours to choose.” His voice quickened, words rushing to get out. “But even something as inconsequential as wanting a lawn in front of our homes isn’t a true choice. It’s the product of a never-ending series of historical accidents. We take the world we’re born into for granted. We imagine that we control our thoughts and dreams. We think we’re free to be who we want to be. But there’s this vast hidden architecture that shapes us, and we don’t even know it. It’s like we’re actors in … Continue reading Bandwidth

Why I have mixed feelings about my birthday: A strange review of Future Home of the Living God

I have been a huge Louise Erdrich fan for years now (you can find one of my reviews here), and when I saw that this book was coming out I was delighted, because I love science fiction and fantasy too, and I never expected her to make such a huge genre leap. Seriously, the conversation in our house went something like this: Me: “Louise Erdrich is putting out a sci-fi book! I have to preorder it so I can read it right away!” Mr. Bookworm: “Christmas is coming up – why don’t you just wait and see if you get it … Continue reading Why I have mixed feelings about my birthday: A strange review of Future Home of the Living God

Assassin Marked

I landed behind the couch, then leapt to the right, landing on my side this time and barely avoiding the spray of bullets that passed through the sofa and hit the wall behind it. One guard fell with a gaping hole where his right eye used to be. The final one went down grasping his throat, gurgling on his own blood as he fell to his knees. After dispatching these last two, I casually approached Mike’s desk. “Very impressive!” His eyes were slits. “Who hired you, assassin?” He felt so secure behind his shield that he didn’t even flinch when … Continue reading Assassin Marked

All the Little Children

I pulled on the latex gloves and went over to my office, built into the eaves off the bedroom. My planning board caught my eyes. A mood board of photos and color swatches and pencil sketches from a year’s worth of business trips to Denmark and China with – in pride of place in the center of this thought cloud – a snapshot of me next to the design world’s Next Big Thing, my smile so wide with relief I looked like I was about to eat him. Beside that, a single photocopied page with a red circle around his signature … Continue reading All the Little Children

If you liked Mad Max: Fury Road, you might like: Positive

I had no idea how I would pick up the pieces of my life and move on, but I would. I was sure of it. I was going to walk out of that room. “We’re good, right?” I asked. “I haven’t forgotten anything, have I? There’s no way I could have it. No way I could be infected.” He looked me right in the eye and there was something so sad in his expression, so piteous, that I wanted to scream. –Positive by David Wellington Positive by David Wellington Positive is a zombie novel about a young man named Finnegan who, … Continue reading If you liked Mad Max: Fury Road, you might like: Positive

The Forgetting

When I can open them again, I see a man leaning against a locked door. His hand falls down to the book at his side, and I watch his face empty, like when Mother pours water from a pitcher. When there is nothing left in the man’s face he wanders away, past a baby lying in its blanket in the middle of the street. I can’t see whether the baby has a book or not. And then I hear a woman crying, and even though I can’t make sense of my world, I do understand that this noise is different. … Continue reading The Forgetting

Kangaroo Too

  Earth – Unites States – Washington, D.C. 12 hours after this red key started burning a hole in my pocket Paul doesn’t react visibly when I walk into his office and set the red key down on his desk. I watch his profile and reflect on how easily he could dress up like a British monarch. All he’d need would be the ceremonial sash. Maybe some white gloves. After a few seconds, he glances over at the device and says, “That’s from D.Int, I presume.” I grab the red key and put it back in the pocket. “You take … Continue reading Kangaroo Too

Guest Post: Too Like the Lightening

Hello, all! I have been begging my husband to write a review for me to post, as he is a fantastic writer and editor – half the things that I write are only readable because of him! He recently read Too Like the Lightening by Ada Palmer, and we thought this would be a great chance to have him put up a review. Please show him some love! Hey there, Perspicacious Bookworm asked me to do a guest review for her blog; I am her husband, Mister Bookworm. I tend to read longer books and books with science fiction themes. Some … Continue reading Guest Post: Too Like the Lightening


As I struggle, I almost have Hawthorne and Gilad off me, despite their size and weight. I crash back down, though, and Edgerton tackles me, too. The wiry soldier from the mountains of Swords gets my arms behind me once more. Everyone hangs on. Wrist restraints clamp onto me while Gilad and Hawthorne hold my legs. Hammon gets down at eye level with me. Her brown ponytail sticks out from her helmet and sweeps the floor. “Look at me!” she orders. “You’ll survive this! We won’t let you die for a family that no longer wants you. You’re a secondborn … Continue reading Secondborn