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Smutsvackert mörker: The Daylight Gate

The north of England is untamed. It can be subdued but it cannot be tamed. Lancashire is the wild part of the untamed. The Forest of Pendle used to be a hunting ground, but some say that the hill is … Fortsätt läsa

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Hur man definierar riktig litteratur

Frank. But you seem to be under the impression that all books are literature. Rita. Aren’t they? Frank. No. Rita. Well – well how d’ y’ tell? Frank. I – erm – erm – one’s always known really. – Educating … Fortsätt läsa

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Blod och framtidsmönster: The Pattern Scars

I walk slowly, because I feel heavy and strange. The Path ripples, and I dig my toes in, between steps. When I glance to either side I see other roads – so many, too many; which is the one I … Fortsätt läsa

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Bleak is beautiful

You read a lot of crap about photographic craftmanship in those days, and technique; but you didn’t hear shit about vision. I knew that I had an eye, a gift for seeing where the ripped edges of the world begin … Fortsätt läsa

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”There are no bad genres”

– ”Genre: A Word Only a Frenchman Could Love”, Ursula K. Le Guin

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Older than dreams

He saw all the masks that were called Damon Julian, and Giles Lamont and Gilbert d’Aquin and Philip Caine and Sergei Alexov and a thousand other men fall away, and behind each one was another, older and more horrible, layer … Fortsätt läsa

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Smink, svärd och starka kvinnliga karaktärer

When I paint my eyes to match my soup, it is not because I have nothing better to do than worry over trifles. It says, I belong here, and you will not deny me. When I streak my lips red … Fortsätt läsa

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”The aliens have porn”

På tal om Jennifer Pelland och berättelser med tyngd så hittade jag alldeles nyss novellen ”When Science Fiction Clichés Go Bad” som knappast kan anklagas för att vara speciellt tungsint, men däremot väldigt underhållande: “We do not understand,” the voice … Fortsätt läsa

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Hemsökelser och skeva verkligheter: The Drowning Girl

Ghosts are those memories that are too strong to be forgotten for good, echoing across the years and refusing to be obliterated by time. I don’t imagine that when Saltonsall painted The Drowning Girl, almos a hundred years before I … Fortsätt läsa

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Transformationer

Werewolf change was never pleasant. […] The change compromised a good deal of biological rearranging. This, like rearranging one’s parlor furniture for a party, involved a transition from tidy to very messy to tidy once more. And, as with any … Fortsätt läsa

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