Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Blackwater Val by William Gorman

Release date: April 25, 2016
Subgenre: Horror

About Blackwater Val


Something isn’t quite right in the Val.

Richard Franklin has left his Midwestern roots behind to live on the coast of Maine with his family. But in the autumn of the year 2000, he must return to his Illinois birthplace on a sorrowful journey. His wife Michelle has been killed in New England by a hit-and-run driver who is never found, so back home he comes with her cremated remains, to fulfill a final wish and on her birthday scatter her ashes in the park along the river in Blackwater Valley—simply Blackwater Val to locals—the small town where they both grew up and fell in love.

With him he brings his six-year-old daughter Katie who still grieves for her lost mother: Katie, who can sometimes guess who’s going to be on the phone before it rings. Who can stop all the clocks in the house, and break up clouds in the sky with her mind, and heal sicknesses, and who sometimes sees things that aren’t there . . . people who are no longer alive. All gifts she inherited from her mother.

Only something isn’t quite right in the Val.

Sinkholes are opening up, revealing the plague pits the sleepy hamlet was built over in the 1830s, when malaria and cholera outbreaks ran riot. Mysterious bird and fish die-offs begin to occur, and Katie can see ghosts of the dead gathering all around. But what she can’t see is the charred, centuries-old malevolence which has been waiting for her, and wants her for its very own. Or the pale Sallow Man who haunts the town’s nighttime streets . . . or the river witch—another Blackwater Val, of sorts—each of whom will be drawn one by one into the nightmarish bloodletting about to take place.


Katie sat in the silent bathroom, trying to go, in the same room where her mother had sat and gone when she herself was a little girl. She could smell the fragrant aroma of flowers even up here. She could feel the essence of her dead mother close to her, could almost sense the soft touch of her fingers caressing her hair. Katie closed her eyes and concentrated on the lingering scent. She closed her eyes tight, because others were here with her, too.
     They’d begun to gather, as they always did upon finding her, a host of stained, saddened figures, crowding in as close as they dared. Though their numbers were vast she was aware, thankfully, of only the closest, those who huddled in nearer than the rest, like so many gauzy moths to a flame.
     She saw men and women here, young and old mingled alike—no discrimination among these torn wraiths and whatever had befallen them—dressed in strange, bygone clothing she’d never seen outside vintage pictures or old movies.
     They had no solidity, moving more like vapor trying to congeal in the air. She saw a dripping teenage boy with what surely must’ve been a broken neck approach between their smoky limbs, his head lolling down in front of one shoulder at a horrible angle. The boy carried a cat in his arms, but there were gaping holes in his wretched form, holes she could see right through. None of the figures spoke, only watched her with empty, ruined sockets.
     Katie caught the stink of sickness, of feverish flesh that hung about them, and damp earth. The ripe stench filled her nostrils, threatening to smother out her mother’s sweet fragrance. So she closed her eyes and began to rock, fending off the frittles and fighting to hold on, to keep the flowery aroma alive in her mind.
     She imagined herself in her own bathroom back home, hundreds of miles away from here. She could hear birds cheeping outside the window, could even see the wooden sign hanging on the back of their bathroom door. She focused hard and was able to read the words painted on it as if they were hovering before her:

Mom’s Reminders

Brush your teeth…
wash your face,
Don’t leave your clothes
all over the place.
Hang up your towel
and washcloth, too,
And please remember…
I love you!

     Katie heard humming in the room somewhere, and then she heard the echo of her mother’s voice repeating something she’d told her many, many times at moments like this. You don’t have to be afraid of them, Katie-Smatie. They’ve only lost their way, is all. Don’t be scared. She felt a warm hand slipping itself into hers. Can you remember that, when they come? My brave Katie milady…?
     She smiled and opened her eyes. They were still there, of course, the stained and wretched ones, and two others had joined them. These new arrivals seemed different somehow, fresh, and wore clothes that were at least more familiar to her. It was a man and a woman holding a tiny bundle, and the odor of exhaust fumes rolled off them in dizzying waves as they drifted nearer. The sodden boy with the lollygag head stroked his calico cat, and she felt their innumerable gazes resting upon her, forsaken, bereft of life, all seeking the same thing.
     Her smile faltered a bit, quivering, trying to collapse in on itself. She held it there on her round face, though, smiling and rocking as she tried to go, being as much of a brave Katie milady as she could now for her mother. She smiled and she rocked, trying to go and trying desperately not to cry, and concentrating on her faraway mother’s faraway words.



About William Gorman:

William Gorman makes things up and writes them down—and occasionally lifts clever sayings like that one from Neil Gaiman or prominent others in the field. A ghost-lore historian and lifelong denizen of the upper Midwest, he became enamored at an early age with all things that go bump in the dead of night. His stories have appeared in Thin Ice, Severed Tales, Nightside, The Sterling Web, Nightmares, and The Rockford Review. And also in Ghost Whispers: Tales from Haunted Midway, a collection he put together comprising of spooky legends and lore from his hometown in Illinois, where the local library now conducts bus excursions and walking tours based on the original stories in his book. He doesn’t attend these anymore, choosing instead to hide away and to lose himself in dark ruminations about the validity of magic and the secrets of fine cheese-making.


Saturday, April 30, 2016

Indie Speculative Fiction of the Month for April 2016

Indie Speculative Fiction of the Month
It’s that time of the month again, time for “Indie Speculative Fiction of the Month”.

So what is “Indie Speculative Fiction of the Month”? It’s a round-up of speculative fiction by indie authors newly published this month, though some March books I missed the last time around snuck in as well. The books are arranged in alphabetical order by author. So far, most links only go to Amazon.com, though I may add other retailers for future editions.

Once again, we have new releases covering the whole broad spectrum of speculative fiction. We have retro science fiction, space opera, paranormal romance, epic fantasy, urban fantasy, horror, post-apocalyptic fiction, weird western, vampires, werewolves, wizards, demons, witches, time travel, zombies, alien invasions, flying saucers, god killers, superheroes, exiled princes, Wild West mages and much more.

As always, I know the authors at least vaguely, but I haven’t read all of the books, so Caveat emptor.

And now on to the books without further ado:

Realm of Mirrors by Sonya BatemanRealm of Mirrors by Sonya Bateman:
"The dead must answer to you, and no one else. Remember that, Gideon."

He may be the DeathSpeaker, but Gideon Black has no idea what he's doing. The job didn't come with an instruction manual. That's why his half-brother Taeral plans to bring him across the Veil to the Fae realm of Arcadia, to consult with an ancient Fae who knew the previous DeathSpeaker personally.

Those plans are violently interrupted when the royal Unseelie Guard invade their home, dragging Taeral and their father, Daoin, to Arcadia ahead of schedule. And Gideon will do anything to get them back.

But the concrete jungles of Manhattan are nothing compared to the threats waiting in Arcadia. Facing deadly wildlife, even deadlier enemies, and magic he never imagined possible, Gideon must learn quickly to wield his power as both a Fae and the DeathSpeaker -- before the vengeful Unseelie Queen can exact a cost higher than death from his family, and everyone he holds dear.

Double Feature by Cora BuhlertDouble Feature by Cora Buhlert:
1956: Judy is the designated town slut of Stillwater Creek. After getting thrown out of a sock hop at the local high school, Judy winds up going to the movies with bad boy Hank instead, where a science fiction double feature is playing. However, before the first reel of the second movie is through, the night is interrupted by a very real invasion of flying saucers from outer space…

This is a novelette of 8500 words or approx. 30 print pages.

The Young Vampire's Survival Guide by Lucy EldritchThe Young Vampire's Survival Guide by Lucy Eldritch:
It started with his death.

Student Robert James never asked to be bitten. He didn't want to be the leader of a new breed of vampires. Thing is: he wasn't offered a choice.

Survival and destiny combine when Robert finds himself under threat from a mysterious cult known as the Dawn Warriors. Within months, many of those he cares about are dead and he vows to fight back without mercy. Robert unearths terrible truths and confronts eternal evils that threaten to break him. He may not succeed in defeating the Dawn Warriors, but he has no choice but to try.

'The Young Vampire's Survival Guide' is the first book in the 'New Breed Vampires' book series. Described as "Anne Rice meets Kelley Armstrong", it is set in London and Manchester and written in British English. It's gruesome, compelling, horrifying and uplifting vampire fiction.

In the Dark by Kera EmoryIn the Dark: A Novella of the Undying by Kera Emory:
Chase Covington and Anne Sheffield are on the run, but Chase isn't sure where they're going.

She's a centuries-old vampire, and he's been a werewolf hybrid for about three weeks. They've left a trail of bodies and a shattered supernatural treaty in their wake, and they're having major communication problems.
And when the full moon rises, things are going to get a whole lot worse.

From the author of YOUR NAME, IN FIRE, this stand-alone novella pays homage to classic Urban Fantasy traditions.

Assassin's Charge by Claire FrankAssassin's Charge by Claire Frank:
A cold-hearted assassin. A boy with a price on his head.

Rhisia Sen is one of the Empire’s highest paid assassins. Living a life of luxury, she chooses her contracts carefully, working to amass enough wealth so she can leave her bloody trade. She is offered a new contract on the outskirts of civilization, and almost refuses—until she sees the purse. It could be the last job she ever has to take.

But when she reaches the destination, she discovers her mark is a child.

The contract, and her reputation, demand she kill the boy—if she can banish his innocent face from her mind. But another assassin has been sent to kill her, and a notorious bounty hunter is on her trail. She doesn’t know why the boy is a target, or why her former employer wants her dead. Saving the child could be her only chance at survival.

Assassin's Charge is a stand-alone novel, set in the same world as the Echoes of Imara series. It can be enjoyed with or without having read the other books in the series.

For the Wildings by Kyra HallandFor the Wildings by Kyra Halland:
In the conclusion of Daughter of the Wildings, Silas and Lainie recover from their ordeal in Granadaia, while knowing that an evil is at work that threatens the freedom of the Wildings and that this peaceful interval is no more than a brief illusion. Then the unthinkable happens, the battle begins, and Lainie, the daughter of the Wildings, and Silas, the man she has claimed for herself and for the land, have to draw on all their power and strength - and on the life of the land itself - to protect their beloved Wildings and the people who make it their home.

Coronation by Kevin HardmanCoronation by Kevin Hardman:
As the grandson of the alien princess Indigo, Jim (aka Kid Sensation) has always known that, technically, he’s royalty. That said, he’d be the first to admit that he’s never lived any kind of regal lifestyle – no titles, no castles, no crown jewels… However, the arrival of a courier from his grandmother’s homeworld changes all of that in an instant.

By royal edict, Jim is summoned “home” to the distant planet Caeles in order to claim an alien inheritance. Unfortunately, this is no warm and cuddly family reunion. Caeles is a hotbed of political intrigue, and Jim’s arrival has widespread ramifications. Not only are several factions attempting to utilize his very existence as leverage to advance their own agendas, but Jim himself is required to submit to an archaic trial known as a prexetus. Moreover, while some are content with simply trying to use him, it quickly becomes apparent that at least one shadowy individual just wants Jim out of the way – quickly, completely, and permanently.

Light years from Earth, with little family and fewer friends, Jim faces the daunting task of finding an enemy whose ultimate purpose is unknown and whose methods are extreme. Complicating matters even further is the fact that Jim’s much-heralded super powers are glitching, making him incredibly vulnerable for perhaps the first time in his life.

Let Go by Michael Patrick HicksLet Go by Michael Patrick Hicks:
Widowed and with retirement drawing near, Everett Hart believes he has already lost everything - until the dead begin to rise.

Trapped in a cheap restaurant with a small band of other elderly survivors, Everett is forced to decide if he’ll fight for whatever scraps of a future remain, or if he will simply… let go.

LET GO is a short story of approximately 10,000 words.

Barrow Fiend by Amy Hopkins Barrow Fiend by Amy Hopkins:
When Emma is approached by DCI Greyson to assist with a case, her first instinct is to say no. Still shaken by the attack on her life six months earlier, and balancing her friendships with a budding relationship, she'd prefer to stay clear of the danger.

However, circumstances force her hand and she throws herself into the investigation. She soon realises that her target isn't a mysterious creature, but a dangerous man without the slightest care for human life...
Can Emma survive the biggest risk she's ever faced, or will she have to sacrifice too much?

This Would Be Paradise by N.D. IversonThis Would Be Paradise, Book 2 by N.D. Iverson:
Community connotes safety and togetherness--or does it?

Bailey and Chloe head back on the road, where they come across strange markings belonging to a group intent on bloodshed and abduction. With this heinous enemy lurking in the shadows, they seek help in new and old friends along the way.

When they arrive at Hargrove, nothing is what it seems inside the makeshift, post-apocalyptic community. People are turning up dead, and for once, zombies aren't the ones to blame. Fingers are pointed, everyone is a suspect, and no one is safe outside or inside these walls.

Borrowed Tides by Paul LevinsonBorrowed Tides by Paul Levinson:
The first starship to Alpha Centauri in 2029 uses a new technology which can move it through deep space at almost half the speed of light. But it requires an enormous amount of fuel, and can only carry enough for a one-way trip. A philosopher of science and his childhood friend, an anthropologist with a specialty in Native American culture, have a daringly bizarre plan, and talk the government into putting them in charge of the Light Through starship voyage.

The Men Who Killed God by J. Alex McCarthyThe Men Who Killed God by J. Alex McCarthy:
This is it.
They have finally done it.
They have finally killed a god.

In August’s world, everything was created by a single, secular god. HE—the creator of everything. However, HE left the world to be ruled with a subtle, iron fist by less powerful gods.

It had been two years since August stepped foot into his hometown, Sotira. It had also been that long since he’d last visited his father, seen his crooked smile, and felt those familial ties.

He wished he didn’t have to return. However, at the request of his girlfriend and his family, he was heading back home. To a place where the foundations themselves were built with false truths, hidden behind the ‘utopia’ the gods supposedly created. He knew fear lay under all that outward, deceitful happiness—a terror that Sotira would be next to come under the wrath of the gods.

When August arrived home, he wasn’t prepared for what he found. His best friend had been hanged and turned into a monument in the middle of town by the order of his father and the gods. The world he thought he knew had been turned upside down. To turn it right again, August would do anything… even start down the path that would allow him to gain the power to kill God.

Doctor Wolf by Jenny SchwartzDoctor Wolf by Jenny Schwartz:
A werewolf in London romance.

Liz Jekyll might be the most wanted werewolf in London—wanted for dating, that is—but she doesn’t take it as a compliment. In fact, it’s a wretched nuisance because Liz has a vital secret to hide. What she needs is a disinterested werewolf who could pretend to be her boyfriend.

Carson Erving would be very interested in Liz if it weren’t for Gentiana Aeternae. The botanist werewolf from Alabama has found the legendary Elixir Gentian, and ruthless people will do anything, kill anyone, to get their hands on a plant that can grant an extra hundred years of life.

As danger explodes around them, two very independent werewolves will have to do the unthinkable and rely on one another. But when Liz’s secret is revealed, who will die?

Demon Magic & Mayhem by Stella WilkinsonDemon Magic & Mayhem by Stella Wilkinson:
You know that feeling when you think life is pretty darn perfect, and then a werewolf savages your best friend and a ridiculously sexy demon drags your boyfriend off to hell with her? No? Just me then…

Young witch Emily Rand is back doing what she does best - blundering her way through paranormal mishaps with limited magic and mixed luck. But with her crow on her shoulder, and a ghost by her side, Emily’s not about to let some demonic vixen kidnap and keep the hot werewolf that holds her heart.

This book also includes a bonus short story : All Hallows Eve

Friday, April 29, 2016

Speculative Fiction Links of the Week for April 29, 2016

Here is our weekly round-up of interesting links about speculative fiction from around the web, this week with discussions about the Hugo and Clarke Awards shortlist, reactions to Captain America: Civil War, Orphan Black and the season premiere of Game of Thrones as well as the usual mix of writing advice, interviews, reviews, con reports and crowdfunding projects as well as free online fiction. 

Speculative fiction in general:

Hugo Awards:

Other Awards:

Comments on Captain America: Civil War:

Comments on Game of Thrones

Comments on Orphan Black:

Writing, publishing and promotion:




Con reports:

Science and technology:

Free online fiction:

Odds and ends:

Monday, April 25, 2016

Double Feature (The Day the Saucers Came... Book 3) by Cora Buhlert

Release date: April 5, 2016
Subgenre: Alien invasion

About Double Feature


1956: Judy is the designated town slut of Stillwater Creek. After getting thrown out of a sock hop at the local high school, Judy winds up going to the movies with bad boy Hank instead, where a science fiction double feature is playing. However, before the first reel of the second movie is through, the night is interrupted by a very real invasion of flying saucers from outer space…

This is a novelette of 8500 words or approx. 30 print pages. 


Hank picked just this moment to nuzzle my neck, a mirror image of what the portentous guy was doing to his newly wed wife. Only that Hank’s hands were roaming under my sweater again, something that no man, no matter how square-jawed and heroic, would ever dare do in the movies.
“They’ve got the right idea,” Hank mumbled, “This is boring.”
I had to agree with him. If I watched a movie called Earth vs. the Flying Saucers, I wanted flying saucers and a lecture about satellites and three-stage rockets.
So I made out with Hank some more, while the portentous guy droned on and on, until he was finally drowned out by a whirring sound.
Hank and I didn’t much care. We were busy.
We finally had to come up for air — just in time to see that the car of Mr. and Mrs. Portentous was being assaulted by a flying saucer.
“Whoa,” I exclaimed and jumped in my seat just a little.
“Now that’s more like it,” Hank said, “Hmm, racing against a flying saucer, now that would be a coup.”
On the screen, Mrs. Portentous stammered, “Did… did I just see a flying saucer?”
I sighed. Not very smart, was she?
“Yes, you did, nitwit,” I said, “We saw it, too.”
Hank began nuzzling my neck again, while Mr. and Mrs. Portentous argued about whether the clearly visible flying saucer that had just attacked their car had really been a flying saucer.
I never learned whether Mr. and Mrs. Portentous eventually agreed that what they had seen had really been a flying saucer. Nor did I ever learn how the movie ended or who won, Earth or the flying saucers. Because at just that moment, the doors to the auditorium were flung open and Charlie and Freddy appeared, running down the aisle and waving their hands.
“Guys, guys, you’ve got to see this! It… it’s a flying saucer!”
Hank turned around, clearly annoyed.
“No need to yell. We’re watching the movie, you know?”
“No. I mean… it’s a flying saucer,” Charlie repeated, “A real flying saucer. Outside.”
At first, I thought it was some kind of publicity stunt. After all, my Mom had told me how when she was pregnant with me, she’d heard on the radio that aliens had landed in New Jersey and were attacking the country. It sounded totally real and my Mom got so scared that she promptly went into labour. But then it turned out that it was all a hoax, just a publicity stunt to promote a radio play and that there really weren’t any aliens, neither in New Jersey or elsewhere.
“Oh please,” I said, “You don’t think we’re going to fall for that one, do you?”
“And now shut up and let us watch the movie in peace or I’ll give you a load of knuckle sandwich,” Hank added.
“No, it’s true — really, it is,” Freddy replied. His cheeks were reddened with excitement, highlighting his pimples. “There’s a flying saucer right outside above the town square. It’s huge…” His hands stretched out like those of a fisherman bragging about the size of the fish he’d caught. “…and really, you’ve got to see for yourselves.”
With that, Freddy ran out of the auditorium again, followed by Charlie.
Hank and I exchanged a glance, while on the screen, Mr. and Mrs. Portentous had moved on to some kind of laboratory setting.
“It’s probably nothing, but…”
“Can’t hurt to take a look,” Hank completed, “And besides, the movie is boring anyway. And a real life flying saucer is cooler than a movie.”
“You don’t honestly believe that there’s a real flying saucer out there, do you?”
“Nope.” Hank shrugged. “But it would be cool.”

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About Cora Buhlert:

Cora Buhlert was born and bred in North Germany, where she still lives today – after time spent in London, Singapore, Rotterdam and Mississippi. Cora holds an MA degree in English from the University of Bremen and is currently working towards her PhD. Cora has been writing since she was a teenager, and has published stories, articles and poetry in various international magazines. When she is not writing, she works as a translator and teacher.

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Friday, April 22, 2016

Speculative Fiction Links of the Week for April 22, 2016

Here is our weekly round-up of interesting links about speculative fiction from around the web, this week with comments on Orphan Black and Supergirl, tributes to Prince, early reactions to Captain America: Civil War as well as the usual mix of writing advice, interviews, reviews, con reports and crowdfunding projects as well as free online fiction. 

Speculative fiction in general:

Tributes to Prince:


Early reactions to Captain America: Civil War:

Comments on season 4 of Orphan Black:

Comments on season 1 of Supergirl:

Writing, publishing and promotion:




Con reports:

Science and technology:

Free online fiction:

Odds and ends: 

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Borrowed Tides by Paul Levinson

Release date: April 4, 2016
Subgenre: Hard Science Fiction, Time Travel

About Borrowed Tides


The first starship to Alpha Centauri in 2029 uses a new technology which can move it through deep space at almost half the speed of light. But it requires an enormous amount of fuel, and can only carry enough for a one-way trip. A philosopher of science and his childhood friend, an anthropologist with a specialty in Native American culture, have a daringly bizarre plan, and talk the government into putting them in charge of the Light Through starship voyage.


    The white birches and slender oaks were the corner's last stand. They fell in the Spring of 1964 to bulldozers and brusque men—a construction crew clearing the last of the lot on Bronx Park East for the high-rise that Aaron Schoenfeld would soon be inhabiting.
Aaron surveyed the rubble with mixed emotions. His apartment would have a terrace that jutted way out over the park—"a view straight to the Hudson," his father had been telling everyone. There would be two bathrooms—no more waiting for his sister to stop staring at her face in the mirror. He liked all that. But he didn't like what happened to the trees.
"The people who used to live here said there were moon spirits in those pale trees," a quiet voice said to Aaron. He turned to see a kid with burnt-brown eyes.
"People?" Aaron didn't usually have conversations with kids this young. The kid looked to be about ten or eleven, three or so years younger than Aaron. The kid sounded much older.
"Yeah, Indians," the kid said. "Years of Indian history are being wiped out here."
"How do you know there were Indians right here? I don't see any teepees."
Aaron was instantly sorry he'd said that. He could see the kid struggling with whether to walk away from him or share his secrets. And something about the kid's intensity made Aaron want to hear more.
The kid reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a few pieces of chipped, flinty stone. "Arrowheads," he said, "made by the people whose main lands were in Pelham Bay. I found them right here."
"How'd you know to look here?" Aaron asked. "I mean, even before this construction, it was just a—"
"I could see the signs," the kid said. "I live right down the block." He pointed to a small semi-detached house, with a big off-white hibiscus in front that looked like it had been watered by every mutt in the neighborhood. "This place was my backyard. I spend a lot of time here."
"Did you tell anyone about the arrowheads?"
"Who'm I gonna tell?" The kid gestured to the construction crew, just about packed up and ready to leave for the day. "I tried to talk to the foreman once, but he laughed in my face. Why should anyone pay any attention to what I say?"
"Well, I am," Aaron said, surprising himself and extending his hand. "I'm Aaron Schoenfeld."
The kid shook it with a tight grip. "Jack Lumet." He smiled for the first time. Aaron could tell this was a rarity.
"The only reason you're even listening to me is that you're not  much older than I am," Jack said.
"You're a smart kid," Aaron said.
"It's not that I'm against tall buildings or stuff like that," Jack said. "I just wish they could build these things where they don't hurt what's already here."
Aaron thought about the birches. He thought about a Spring afternoon years earlier, when he was four or five, and saw a crew building part of the Bronx River Parkway. He'd cried when he saw them blast away a field of buttercups.
"Don't worry—they'll plant new ones," his father had said.
But new ones—deliberately planted ones—weren't the same. They lacked something of wildflowers.
So Aaron understood that day what Jack Lumet was saying.
     But he also knew that he was very much looking forward to seeing the Hudson from his terrace, looking forward to the clearer view of the stars that he imagined his new outpost would provide. And if his high-rise weren't built here, then where else? Everywhere you looked, there was something that people wanted to keep, didn't want to build over.
     In the spring of 1964, wildflowers were still in long supply in the Bronx.



About Paul Levinson:

Paul Levinson, PhD, is Professor of Communication & Media Studies at Fordham University in NYC.  His science fiction novels include The Silk Code (winner of Locus Award for Best First Science Fiction Novel of 1999, author’s cut ebook 2012), Borrowed Tides (2001), The Consciousness Plague (2002, 2013), The Pixel Eye (2003, 2014), The Plot To Save Socrates (2006, 2012), Unburning Alexandria (2013), and Chronica (2014)  - the last three of which are also known as the Sierra Waters trilogy, and are historical as well as science fiction.  His nonfiction books, including The Soft Edge (1997), Digital McLuhan (1999), Realspace (2003), Cellphone (2004), and New New Media (2009; 2nd edition, 2012),  have been translated into twelve languages. He appears on CNN, MSNBC, Fox News,  the Discovery Channel, National Geographic, the History Channel, NPR, and numerous TV and radio programs. His 1972 LP, Twice Upon a Rhyme, was re-issued in 2010.  He was President of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America, 1998-2001.  He reviews television in his InfiniteRegress.tv blog, and was listed in The Chronicle of Higher Education's "Top 10 Academic Twitterers" in 2009.

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