Set in the Vinestead Universe and brimming with twists and clever one-liners, Hybrid Mechanics is another irresistible mash-up of technology, mystery, gunplay, and subtle sexual tension from Science Fiction author Daniel Verastiqui.
It's not easy maintaining the perfect dad bod. You have to keep your arms and legs slim while eating enough carbs and sugar to let your stomach balloon out to a second trimester baby bump. You're already tired running around after your kid, and with...
Soliciting feedback on a work in progress is a delicate dance. On the one hand, beta readers can point out huge holes in continuity that you can't see because you're too close to the project. On the other hand, they may claim your erotic dystopian...
You and I are a lot alike. We’re both gluttons for punishment. We keep putting ourselves in situations where we know we’re going to get hurt. And you want to know why? It’s because deep down, under all that ego and fake smiles, we...
From Xronixle Cipher dens sprang up in the large office buildings, taking advantage of the networking infrastructure already built in. They usually operated in teams of five or six, spending all of their time locked together in a converted meeting...
A biochip is a small device embedded in the neck that interfaces with the host nervous system to provide biological monitoring and communication with digital networks.
With the exception of the opening scene, Doctor Sleep is not quite the scare fest I was expecting. As the author notes in his afterword, a different King wrote The Shining, and a different you is reading Doctor Sleep. Maybe that was why none of it...
A collective groan filled Conference Room B in the Umbra Tower. Nearly 1,500 people had crammed into the 900-capacity room for a Q&A with leading tech players, and many of them stood in one of two snaking lines to the left and right of the main...
While the length of time may vary, most writers agree that you should take some kind of break between drafts of your book, especially if you're still deep in revisions, as I am with Brigham Plaza. I used to see these breaks as reprieves. A whole...
Somewhere along the way, the music shifted from an upbeat heart attack of hardcore techno to the mellow and near comatose strains of an unknown ambient artist. A low beat thumped in the room, resonating in G's chest almost to the point of sickness...
Some things never change. I've been writing stories and novels for a long time now, and though I'm no longer in the posting word counts to Twitter every day phase, I still feel the need to share the milestones with someone... anyone, basically...
