Remember my words, my child. Many terribleĀ things may happen to you once I am gone: Your stepmother may attempt to lock you away or murder you, your uncle may steal your inheritance, you may become an orphan with only a few animals or short men for friends. In those dark days, you will have a…
She sat astride her great steed, Palindrome, who was as fast forward as backwards, and looked over the shouting horde. The other women believed they were here for the women’s vote alone. She knew better. Hidden, within the fair faces of the crowd, were nefarious forces, come to stop her quest. She had not risen…
“And what are you writing about, Molly Sue?” “It’s a sweeping romance about a robot vacuum that falls in love with a cyborg broom. It’s bristling with excitement, and will suckĀ readers in.” “How much have you written so far?” “Oh, nothing. But, once I do write it, the novelĀ will be absolutely delightful. I am sure…
