Company man, ad man, star-class Mitchell Courtenay is living a lie. He exists in a world where everything and everyone has its place and function. Consumers consume. Producers produce. Ad […]

Company man, ad man, star-class Mitchell Courtenay is living a lie. He exists in a world where everything and everyone has its place and function. Consumers consume. Producers produce. Ad […]
After years of putting it off I’ve finally decided to delve in to Alastair Reynolds’ Revelation Space future histories. I don’t partake on these extended literary journeys lightly. I first read Revelation Space when […]
The dark catacombs of the archaeological dig were deathly silent, punctuated only by the labored breathing of the two scientists. Robert Stone held his soiled and sweaty hand out into the darkness, the flashlight in his other hand casting flickering light against the glossy cavern walls as he steadied his balance on the narrow ledge.
On a day that was not particularly worse or better than any other swamp day, it raised its great serpentine neck out of the water all the while chewing on some exotic, prehistoric equivalent of a lily pad.
Cold rain began to fall just as he came upon the nameless, foreboding farming village nestled against the shoulders of the foothills.