My Feet

Yet this I remember - beneath me are my feet...

The Machine

I'm not in the machine, near as I am to its lair...

A twilight of the mind, casting despicable awe and scintillance...

Sharing my story through a science fiction blog.

Writer and Linguist

"I saw the Angel in the marble, and carved until I set him free"

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Speculative fiction book reviews and more!

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