Books

With the success of various illustrated novels for kids such as Babymouse and Dragonbreath, Tor has decided to delve into their own mid-grade novel line: InnerSpace. While much of the science fiction it has published thus far has been futuristic or outer space...

It’s hard not to fall for an artist who writes a song called, “George R.R. Martin Is Not Your Bitch.” John Anealio wrote the song after Neil Gaiman’s now-famous response to someone who asked what a...

Dear Jeremy: I am writing this sitting in the waterlogged lobby of a rotting, half-finished condominium complex. I am surrounded by cavorting freshwater seals and have two pearl-handled revolvers in my lap, a bottle of vodka in my right hand, a human body in the...

Parents and teachers know two things about young kids: they come up with the best story ideas, and their ideas are so random and disjointed that they can’t actually hold together to form a solid plot.

Then came Axe Cop.

Comic artist Ethan Nicolle noticed that talking to his much-younger 5-year-old brother, Malachai Nicolle, was...

In preparation for the return of the new V television series, I decided to get reacquainted with the old, as it originally aired when I was ten years old (so it’s been a while). I remember the peeling of skin and the flashing lizard tongues, Marc Singer’s manly...

The assistant is a thin, plain woman named Molly. She has big eyes and a tiny crooked mouth and an elegant, ill-suited nose that isn’t quite three years old. Tattoos of black anchors cover her body, each anchor dipped in blood. Her forearms are sprinkled with...

Adriana shrugged. “They’re all beautiful, right?”

“We’ll need specifications.”

“I don’t have specifications.”

The salesman frowned anxiously. He shifted his weight as if it could help him regain his metaphorical footing. Adriana took pity. She dug through her purse.

“There,” she said, placing a...

How long now, since the Beginning? He wondered. The question did not actually have deep meaning, He saw, because in the early stages space and time were so entwined, feeding each other. Duration did not endure, after all.

Still, the end of all this was sharp, clear. The...

Ah, the joy of summer: here in the south-east of England it’s the season of mosquitoes, sunburn, and water shortages. I’m a city boy, so you can add stifling pollution to the list as a million outwardly mobile families start their Chelsea tractors...

We sometimes forget it, but America is still a young country. Countries across the oceans have thousands of years of history, thousands of years of myths and stories. The myths that are truly rooted to this land belong to the Native Americans (and they’re even called...

“Fool’s son of a whore’s leper bitch-dog!” scoffed Henngar. “Why this very morning, as the sun asked me for permission to rise, I heard no less esteemed and veracious a man as Matt Lauer proclaim for all the world to hear that the recession comes to a halt, though for...