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Scarlet Lady

This week I’ve been thinking a lot about memory. Who am I trying to kid? I always think a lot about memory. It fascinates me; mainly, I suspect, because mine is so bad. In particular, I have very little visual memory. Even if I’m describing something that I’ve seen, I very rarely have an image […]

Stars (Friday night is movie night)

By Alex Brightsmith September 19, 2012 Leave a comment

I’ve been thinking a lot about stars, lately. At one point I was in danger of developing a morbid fascination with one star reviews (in particular, one star reviews of books that have sold more copies than mine), but that was a large field and a distinctly unhealthy obsession. I have reassured myself firmly that […]

Find the Lady (Bella)

By Alex Brightsmith September 10, 2012 1 Comment

It was raining. Okay, I know, you asked about the girl, not the weather, but my memory of her is all bound up in it. It had been coming down in steady grey sheets all day, the kind of rain that works its way into your soul, and it formed the perfect backdrop to my […]

The Red and the Gold

By Alex Brightsmith September 10, 2012 1 Comment

Salventi ant’ Anguilla r’Assan had not put up her arms for the spring list. I had been away too long. It was the only gossip in Khyre, and though gossip is my business it meant nothing to me. Sal r’Assan is staying on . . a term, maybe a year . . I heard it […]

Ultima Thule

By Alex Brightsmith September 8, 2012 Leave a comment

Is it the second day? I suppose it must be, though in the constant half-light of the starlit Antarctic, who can say? I have been walking a weary long time, I know that much. Long enough, almost, to have exhausted my curses. And I have cursed. I have cursed the navigator who let us drift […]