Considering Patricia McKillip

I thought I knew what cold was, before cold stripped me bare of thought, then blinded me and froze my heart. I could not feel such cold and live; cold forced me into something other, something not quite human, who held a dream with bones of ice, and did not remember names, only what we . . . → Read More: Considering Patricia McKillip

A Little Miscellany

Well, yes and no — I’m here doing a substitute gig for your regular posters, and I have to admit, what I mean by “miscellany” at Sleeping Hedgehog is not what I mean my “miscellany” here. However . . . .

We’ve got books, which is pretty normal. We’re starting off with a collection of . . . → Read More: A Little Miscellany