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8th August 2016

12:21pm: My Worldcon Schedule
Kansas City's Favorite Son: Robert A Heinlein
Wednesday 14:00 - 15:00, 2204 (Kansas City Convention Center)
Let's take a look at the life (and career) of Robert A. Heinlein, Kansas City's favorite science fiction author. He grew up in Kansas City, and that history had an impact on his writing. Are some well-known characters, such as Lazarus Long and Maureen Johnson Smith, more autobiographical than others?
Bradford Lyau (M), Jo Walton

Look, a Heinlein panel. With me on it!

Wednesday 16:00 - 17:00, 2211 (KKs) (Kansas City Convention Center)
Jo Walton, Mike Resnick

Mars Needs Poets
Thursday 11:00 - 12:00, 2205 (Kansas City Convention Center)
Let's talk science fiction and fantasy poetry! Where can you find it? Who's writing it? What pieces do we love? And how is science fiction changing the landscape of modern poetry?
Jim Davidson (M), Mary Soon Lee, Rose Lemberg, Frederick Turner, Dr. Mary A. Turzillo Ph.D., Jo Walton

Is modern poetry paying any attention to us? News to me if so.

SF as Protest Literature
Thursday 16:00 - 17:00, 2502A (Kansas City Convention Center)
Science fiction has a history of political and sociological undertones. The genre is the starting point for dystopian fiction, among other forms of politically engaged fiction. How has SF become the literature of protest? What are examples of historical SF protest books and who is currently writing SF literature that protests (religion, gender inequality, gender identity, technology, politics, capitalism, etc.)?
Bradford Lyau, Mark Oshiro, Jo Walton, Alex Jablokow (M), Ann Leckie

This should be fun.

Reading: Jo Walton
Thursday 19:00 - 20:00, 2203 (Readings) (Kansas City Convention Center)
Jo Walton

I will be reading from Poor Relations. Also, as they've given me an hour, I will read some poetry, and take requests.

History of the Book
Friday 12:00 - 13:00, 2206 (Kansas City Convention Center)
From Cuneiform tablets to papyrus and parchment to paper, from the scroll to the codex to the hand-written and hand-bound book, to the Gutenberg Press and the e-book. Let us take a journey through time and technology.
Ada Palmer (M), Jo Walton, Lauren Schiller

You should see Ada's collection of original books suitable to hand around the room -- and if you come, you can!

Short Fiction of the 1980s
Friday 14:00 - 15:00, 2210 (Kansas City Convention Center)
Our panel discuss some of the short fiction of the 1980s, and its influence on their writing or editing. What authors rose to prominence, and how did they affect the genre? What responses did these provoke in our panel, and how did they work with, and against some of the prevailing science fiction ideas of the time?
Gordon Van Gelder (M), Michael Swanwick, John Kessel, Ellen Datlow, Jo Walton

I guess I'm on this as the consumer where the others are the producers. Well, that's all right by me.

Nifty Narrative Tricks
Friday 16:00 - 17:00, 2502A (Kansas City Convention Center)
Authors share some of their tricks for drawing the reader in, imparting knowledge, and making sure they write a compelling and engaging story.
James Patrick Kelly, Mary Robinette Kowal, Jo Walton, Elizabeth Bear (M), Steven Gould

This topic is usually great

Prometheus Awards
Saturday 14:00 - 15:00, 2205 (Kansas City Convention Center)
Awards given annually by the Libertarian Futurist Society.
Fran Van Cleave (M), Jo Walton

Autographing: Jeanette Epps, Sheila Finch, Mary Robinette Kowal, Stan Love, Bogi Takács, Jo Walton
Saturday 16:00 - 17:00, Autographing Space (Kansas City Convention Center)
Jeanette Epps, Stan Love, Sheila Finch, Mary Robinette Kowal, Bogi Takács, Jo Walton

Come and get your books signed
10:13am: There are no lasting victories, for time
Goes on and builds each course on time before
Best case, advancement comes with each new floor
All gains get covered up as on we climb.

And Entropy is real and full of power
Our hard-won victories can slip away
Subside back to the unforgiving clay
Where once we raised the stories of our tower.

Through fire and destruction, bombs and ill
Through loss and pain and ruin and regret
Build on as best we can, each brick we set,
Each little victory that time will kill.

And winning now can count, despite war, sack,
Although Rome fell we got the muses back.

2nd August 2016

6:46pm: Thud: Poor Relations
Words: 4581
Total words: 82211
Files: 5
Music: No music
Tea: Jin Die with ginseng
Reason for stopping: Finished chapter, time for a break

I also reworked the stuff I wrote yesterday. So that's chapter 11 done, only chapter 12 and an alien epilogue to go.

Next time I have the chance to have another day like this, I should finish the book, though it will also need a solid day or two of fiddling once I have a through draft. But I'm close.

May get some more done in the morning, but I am heading off for GenCon tomorrow afternoon.
7:38am: Thud: Poor Relations
Words: 1993
Total words: 77630
Files: 5
Music: no music
Tea: Blue people ginseng oolong, and then white orchard
Reason for stopping: doing things with people

This was yesterday, just under 2000 words of chapter 11, still needing reworking which I plan to do right now.

If you read: "They didn't look anything like aliens in a higa hololoid, why, they didn't even have tentacles!" would the two made up words of "higa hololoid" be relatively transparent to you?

1st August 2016

1:28pm: The Just City free e-book giveway on Tor.com
The Just City is being given away free as an e-book for the next week (1st to 7th) on Tor.com, because it is their book club book for August. There will also be some book club stuff about it going on all month, including three new posts by me about the inspiration for the series.

Details here.

25th July 2016

7:18pm: Thud: Poor Relations
Words: 3180
Total words: 75638
Files: 6
Music: No music
Tea: White Orchard
Reason for stopping: too hot

As soon as the temperature drops I am writing, but it is very hot right now, so I'm not getting much done.

I have written one alien bit, expanded the last bit, and gone through and put in mentions of the system of government.

An interesting thing I thought when I was doing the latter -- you could read any number of mainstream books and you wouldn't learn much about how the system of government works.

There's A Suitable Boy and Phineas Finn and House of Cards and any number of political thrillers, but really in most mainstream books if you didn't already know you couldn't work it out. You might find out there's a president and senators, or a prime minister and MPs, but you equally well might not, and even if you did you wouldn't know who elected them or how elections worked. SF is usually better about it.

Also, the Poor Relations synopsis: Some newcomers come to a small village and cause social ripples. And then there's an alien invasion.

But I realised after I posted that on Twitter that it gives an inaccurate impression that it's a historical small village, not a small village on Mars.

Two chapters and 2 alien bits to go, and I've been working all day and feel like I'm still in the same place.
11:51am: The news
When news comes pounding in from far and wide
Bombarding us with rapid tragedy
So violence and death is all we see
And hammered home to us from every side

Some thrive on indignation, even rage
Though nothing's changed by anger, tears, or sighs,
Or clenching up, besieged, and closing eyes
Or claiming now's the worst of any age.

But other things are real and happen too
There's still more good than bad, more love than greed,
Much less reported, but remaining true.

Please don't despair, look round, and help with need,
There's science, art, and good work still to do,
Act where you can, reach out, and plant a seed.

20th July 2016

5:09pm: Thud: Poor Relations
Words: 1870 (before it got too hot to work)
Total words: 71458
Files: 6
Tea: Pu Erh and ginseng, again, iced, again
Music: No music
Reason for stopping: got too hot to work

Even if it's only a little bit, it's progress, and I crossed the 70k mark, so worth recording I guess.

Twitter seems to think there isn't a consensus term for the cloth squares people do embroidery on. Is "embroidery squares" a recognisable term? I want to have somebody talk about the stuff she uses for this hobby "My silks, my needles, my embroidery squares..." does that work to convey a sense of what I'm talking about?

(I spent a while trying to figure out if the fabric comes from Earth (the silk does) or if they're manufacturing it on Mars. It depends totally on the percentage of upper class girls who choose this hobby. I think probably it comes from Earth, but it totally doesn't matter.)

Also in this chapter, we finally see the Weintraubs' famous citron tree, which I've been thinking about for months now.

If I could have even four nice cool days like yesterday I could finish this book before I go away again. The weather does not seem like it's likely to cooperate. I am considering the possibility of working in the library, but my keyboard is loud, I'd have to sit quietly and not talk to myself, the chairs wouldn't be good for my back, and I'd have to disconnect and reconnect everything multiple times. But it might be worth it anyway.

I think this chapter's pretty much done, which means only two more chapters and three more alien bits to the end!

19th July 2016

5:17pm: Thud: Poor Relations
Words: 4107
Total words: 69588
Files: 5
Tea: Pu Erh with ginseng (iced again, though it's not too hot to think today like yesterday)
Music: No music
Reason for stopping: hungry, and need to think about the next bit

I'm almost at seventy thousand words, I could smell my way to the end of the book from here!

So these people live on Mars and call themselves Martians. And they've read War of the Worlds, of course they have, they have an ironic statue of a tripod by their shuttleport. And... now there's an alien invasion, and suddenly they wish they hadn't read War of the Worlds because it's making them really uncomfortable. I find this probably funnier than I should, but never mind. Also they have science fiction. They have really great AI, but it's not conscious, and they have science fiction about it becoming conscious and rebelling.

I can't think of another story about an alien invasion of Mars, though I expect there are some. Anyone?

It's a strange kind of book but -- do I always say that about my books? I do. But am I always correct? I believe I am.

Gosh I love writing.

18th July 2016

9:15am: Thessaly Audiobooks
All three Thessaly books are now available as audiobooks from Audible, narrated by Noah Michael Levine:

The Just City: Thessaly, Book 1

The Philosopher Kings: Thessaly, Book 2

Necessity: Thessaly, Book 3

And I have some free download codes for them -- comment if you'd like one, and say which book you want. Once they're gone they're gone, and when they're gone I'll say so here so you will know!

17th July 2016

3:00pm: Thud: Poor Relations
Words: 2006
Total words: 65355
Files: 6
Tea: Pu Erh (with ice, it's really hot here)
Music: Power up music and then nothing
Reason for stopping: Not really stopping

Finished chapter 9, at at 65 kwords that means I'm about two-thirds of the way through this book. So I stopped and worked out everything that has to happen in the last third, kind of in order, so I can write it. I was sort of a bit stuck on which of two fun options to go with next, and I decided that since this is in omni I can embrace the power of and. That's what multiple POVs are for. And then I wrote a tiny bit out of order (which I'm not counting) and now I will write chapter 10, all shall be well and all manner of things shall be well.

Yesterday I read back through and revised the middle section. I like the alien POV so much.

It's so odd having Necessity come out and being in the middle of this, because it's such a different book it feels weird. I read the beginning of this at Readercon and everyone loved it.

16th July 2016

1:13pm: The Ice Remembers
The ice remembers tearing down the hills
and being clouds and seas and becks and rills
remembers grey cool dawns, and branching out,
and avalanches falling on a shout,
in ages when cold water turned to time
and ground the world and conquered every clime
and made the sea fall back and mountains shrink.
The cubes of ice that tinkle in your drink,
remember moments rising up as steam
and crystalising, and as ice may dream
holds tight the memory on each cold day
of six cold winters that it needs to stay.

(This is another poem inspired by an Elise necklace, which you can see at the link. Sponsored by my awesome patrons at Patreon.)

15th July 2016

12:18pm: Home from New York on the Adirondack Haikus
North by the Hudson
Eagle, heron, cormorant:
Nature by Amtrak.

Last time I came South
A mist of tiny new leaves.
Now, layered lush greens.

It's summer! Well, it's --
No, it's July. It's summer.
Time keeps on moving.

Under the chestnuts
A red deer crosses the stream
Reflections ripple.

Grey rocks flash past fast
Then we stop in a cutting
And see each flake clear.

Over the water
Slow flap, glide, by the reed bed
So many herons!

Waterlily choked
Or silver under the sky
Lake Champlain is long.

Wherever I go
The sky is always with me
The same, but changing.

4th July 2016

9:47am: My Readercon Schedule, and post-Readercon events
Thursday July 07

8:00 PM 6 SF in Classical Tradition. John Crowley, Haris Durrani, Ada Palmer, Catherynne M. Valente, Jo Walton (leader). Whatever your definition of science fiction, there's no disputing that there were centuries of proto-science fiction published before the modern stuff began appearing. More than 1600 years before Mary Shelley wrote Frankenstein, Lucian of Samosata wrote The True History, featuring perhaps the first fictional trip to the moon, the first fictional trip into outer space, and the first fictional space opera. Cicero, in 51 B.C.E. published "The Dream of Scipio," in which the narrator and his grandfather, Scipio Africanus, take an astral journey through the solar system. Greek mythology, plays, and tragedies have science fictional elements in them as well. Our panelists will discuss the fantastical and science fictional in the classical (Greek and Roman) tradition.

Friday July 08

3:00 PM 5 Robots as Proxies in Science Fiction . Ted Chiang, Josh Jasper (leader), Jim Kelly, Terence Taylor, Jo Walton. In much of science fiction, robots are thinking beings designed and programmed to be servitors. The tension in that relationship has an unavoidable parallel to slavery, so when we talk about robot uprisings, we're talking about slave revolts. From the throw-away line about the Butlerrian Jihad in the original Dune books to Asimov's laws of robotics and the story of the Centennial Man, to the Terminator, we have views of slaves who decide not to be slaves. What are some of the narratives we create for these slave analogs, and what does it mean for us to be reading them both critically and uncritically?

8:00 PM AT Autographs. Sarah Pinsker, Jo Walton.

Saturday July 09

11:30 AM B Reading: Jo Walton. Jo Walton. Jo Walton reads from a work-in-progress science fiction novel, Poor Relations.

3:00 PM CL Kaffeeklatsch. Nicholas Kaufmann, Jo Walton.

Sunday July 10

12:00 PM C Yesterday: Time Travel in The Anubis Gates. Jim Freund, Robert Killheffer (leader), John Langan, Sarah Pinsker, Jo Walton. Time travel is a fascinating but slippery and difficult narrative device. When characters can move back and forth through time, causality can become confusing, irrelevant, or malleable. Pacing becomes troublesome and readers can find it difficult to follow. Many writers skirt this issue, but Powers engages directly with it head on in The Anubis Gates. What does he do and how, technically, does he achieve it? What problems are encountered? Is it satisfying or does it result in the same difficulties in a different way?

2:00 PM 6 Ace, Aro, and Age . F. Brett Cox, Greer Gilman, Keffy Kehrli, Sonya Taaffe, Jo Walton. Readers looking for asexual and aromantic characters in speculative fiction have to look hard. The only human characters who aren't likely to wind up married off are either children or the elderly, thanks to mistaken cultural notions about youthful innocents and withered crones. How can we expand speculative fiction to include explicitly asexual and aromantic identities, and how does that inclusion force us to also address our ideas about sexual and romantic orientations and age?

Monday 11th July Reading and Signing, with Ada Palmer, in River Run Books, Portsmouth, New Hampshire.

Tuesday 12th July Reading and Signing, with Ada Palmer in Harvard Bookshore, Cambridge Mass.

Wednesday 13th July Reading and Signing with Ada Palmer, in The Word, Brooklyn New York.

Necessity officially comes out on the 12th, but I am assured there will be copies at River Run on the 11th! Don't know if there will be copies at Readercon, we'll see.

24th June 2016

5:47am: "Pax in forma columba..."
Come, peace, descend to us now
in the form
of an urban pigeon.

Underfoot everywhere, disregarded,
fed by children on sugar biscuits,
and by old people on hoarded crumbs.

Flocking all over, rising up at a sudden alarm
to settle back in a flutter of wings,
unafraid, beautiful, ubiquitous,.

Grey, barred, or brown,
with a preen of glorious pink,
bright-eyed, head cocked, bold.

Descend into the interstices of our lives,
peck round our park benches, strut past our summits,
nest on our ledges, circle our rooftops.

Billing and cooing, pouting and searching,
come down to the hearts of our cities
and be everywhere taken for granted.

Again, sponsored by my excellent and much appreciated Patreon sponsors.

23rd June 2016

2:21pm: Sketching the Cloister of Santa Croce
White painted clerestory arches loop,
Pillars stand grey, and swallows swoop.
Serene, the tolling of a bell,
Cool terracotta tiles, a well.
A square of green, enclosed below,
And almost all is shadow, though
The sun casts arches on the red
The wind blows gently, and the dead,
The hallowed dead, who lie above,
Whose names are honoured in calm love,
Are here recalled. The swallows call,
And roses blow, and from it all
The burning heat of afternoon
Lies on the cloister. Then too soon
Come human voices. We don't drown
But peace that built is broken down.

Santa Croce is an old Franciscan monastery, full of great art, where a lot of Florence's famous people are buried. Machiavelli is there, Dante, Fermi, Galileo, Michelangelo, Marconi... The cloister is down a flight of stairs and outside, and there are two courtyards of it, the first has a chapel by Brunelleschi, and a museum, the second is just a cloistered monastery courtyard as described in the poem -- a walkway around the outside, a square of green grass with rosebushes and a well in the middle. I was there on my own this afternoon. There was somebody sitting in the first courtyard sketching, and I thought what a nice normal thing that is, sketching, making art, recording a scene, and maybe they're good and maybe they're not, but they sure are walking in the steps of lots of great people. But there isn't really a word equivalent, and I wanted there to be. So I sat down on the wall in the second cloister and just wrote this down, recording my sensations in an equivalent way, to see whether it would work. This is probably about as close to just writing down the inside of my head as it gets. The human voices were a tour group, and the allusion is, obviously, to Eliot.

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18th June 2016

7:15am: Thessaly audiobooks
The audiobooks of the whole Thessaly trilogy are available for pre-order now, and will all go on sale together on July 12th, which is also the day that Necessity is released as a hardcover and an e-book.

The Just City: Thessaly, Book 1

The Philosopher Kings: Thessaly, Book 2

Necessity: Thessaly, Book 3

They are read by a very cool guy called Noah, who emailed me with queries and struck me as intelligent and nifty, so I trust that what he's done will be good. Here's his bio:

"For over 30 years, Noah Michael Levine has had the pleasure of entertaining people in a variety of forms and fashions. He has done many things - but creating and entertaining is not only what he does best... it’s what he loves most. Art, in all its forms, transcends language and culture - bringing meaning and value to the human experience. He’s grateful to be a small part of that evolution. As a character voice-actor, he’s had the chance to portray well over 500 different voices - and that’s just in The Myth Adventures (humorous fantasy) series of audiobooks. He’s also done many “straight read” audiobooks on topics ranging from History and Science to Law and Philosophy. Additionally, he’s done lots of National and Regional commercial spots and short documentaries."

So if you like audiobooks, you will be able to have them in a few short weeks.
6:31am: Thud: Poor Relations
Total words: 63349
Files: 5
Tea: Pu Erh
Music: Power up music and then nothing
Reason for stopping: little bit done and now going to have fun

That's about a thousand words now, and the rest the other day. This chapter is getting done, and the book is progressing, even though most of what I am doing on Florence is having fun and researching for Lent.

12th June 2016

5:05am: Michelangelo, 1475-1564
Once, he could make a faun
As easily as laughing,
As believing that skill and stone would bear him up.

When the stone would sing for him
Like waking up on a spring morning
Each chip of his chisel promising wonder.

When patronage was simply
A man who loved art, and life,
A shrewd eye, and a heavy purse.

When every day, each angle of the sun
Brought new shapes rising up from marble
Carved from his heart.

But time and change and pride and obligation
Bore down hard on him
Like sweating uphill with a pack full of rocks.

Until at last, eroded by years like a flawed stone,
Sculpting became hard as porphyry,
Unforgiving as a pope.

Until even his past masterpieces
Became part of his burden
until paint and paper became pain.

Until he was sculpting his sepulchre by candlelight
Each clip of his claw
Coming one step closer to death.

(This is in the new Museo dell'Opera Duomo in Florence, and I wrote this sitting in front of it yesterday. Thanks to Max Gladstone for knowing what the claw is called.)

24th May 2016

8:11am: Car Parks and Kings
Your car parks also bear the bones of kings
We may not know their names or where they lie
Their tragedies, or how they came to die,
But there they are, beneath our daily things.

All Earth holds history, and it lies near,
Though jumbled, partly known, and part forgot
To time and chance and memory and rot.
But layered lives lie close, who lived right here.

Kings, poets, fools, boatbuilders, leaders, led...
We need no pilgrimage, they're never far.
Lost stories dot the landscapes where we tread.

Conquests, new language, centuries, no bar...
We live surrounded by the fabled dead
Remember them, next time you park your car.

(The context for this is of course the discovery of the bones of Richard III in a car park in Leicester, but specifically the tone in which a young American student mentioned this at a showing of Richard III yesterday.)

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23rd May 2016

2:55pm: Thud: Poor Relations
Words: 2095
Total words: 58568
Files: 3
Music: No music
Tea: Blue People
Reason for stopping: end of bit and nearly lunchtime

I've been revising the previous chapter for a while, and now I've started on the new chapter and this is the first chunk of it. Feels good to be writing new words. Getting there.

Of course, there is no alien invasion in the original Mansfield Park. But it's a problematic book for a number of reasons, and I think that's one of the problems with it.

I'm in Chicago, by the way. saw a brilliant combined Edward III, Henry V and Henry VI yesterday. The transitions were incredible.

15th May 2016

1:25pm: Sunday Morning, Saint Malo, Two sonnets
1. Joy

It's early Sunday, down here on the sand
There's no horizon, only shades of blue
Dotted with islands, and the inland view
Two castles, one cathedral, and the strand.

The sea-washed sand-grains glitter like panned gold
And sailing out, a single white-sailed yacht
And its reflection -- and how have I got
So lucky, to have this to see and hold.

How did my life lead here, so I could be
Here in this town, this life, this world, these friends,
This early morning walk beside the sea?

So lucky, lucky that my life now lends
This joy of being here, and being free
To see and love so much, before all ends.

2. Sorrow.

I met a woman walking in the waves
"Bonjour," "Bonjour," "Vous etes Anglais?"
"Oui, suis," and then a tale burst out a weird way
I couldn't understand, that featured graves.

She asked was I a writer, I "I am,"
And then she told me that her son had died.
To illness. He was ten. And then she cried.
And I said "Ah! Je n'ai pas mots, Madame."

No words in French or English actually
In face of such a grief, nothing that may
Reach out across the gulf from her to me.

"J'ai perdu ma soeur, a onze. Je sais.
Nous oublies jamais." I said. The sea
Kept making waves. And she said "Oui. Jamais."

All totally true, including my utterly crap French, which I have deliberately left as it is. Actually our conversation was slightly longer -- she recognised the festival ribbon and asked if I was here for Etonnants Voyageurs before she asked whether I was a writer.

I sat down on the steps and wrote these in my notebook on the beach, and got the seat of my pants slightly wet, but it was worth it.

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13th May 2016

7:48am: Visiting France
I know I won't remember every tree
Nobody could, this new-tipped bushy fir,
This flowering chestnut, all of them will blur,
Into a fuzz of green, unfolding free.

Maybe I'll keep the rivers, Sorgue, Loire, Seine,
Rippling along, which was that bridge at night,
Reflecting in the water silken light?
So history blends Caesar, Charlemagne.

These people walking fast to work or play,
So chic, they smile, disputing what they're told,
As Voltaire walked here with du Chatelet.

A country is too big a thing to hold
And yesterday gets tangled with today
And memories and time turn all leaves gold.

This poem sponsored by my awesome Patreon patrons, and written today on the train between Orleans and Paris.

12th May 2016

3:59pm: Thud: Poor Relations
Words: 1665
Total words: 55304
Files: 5
Music: No music, no writing music on the computer, should get some
Tea: Elderflower and Lemon
Reason for stopping: bedtime

Revised the chapter I wrote Saturday, and wrote a new alien bit. And I know what happens next. Well, reasonably -- at the right degree I need to know to start writing it.

I am in Orleans. If I am going to travel more, I need to get better at writing while I am travelling, so.

Back to Paris tomorrow and then Saint Malo for Etonnants Voyageurs Saturday.

10th May 2016

3:08am: May in Paris, Farthing audiobook on sale, Too Like the Lightning
I am in France. Signing and interview tonight at Dimension Fantastique in Paris, 6.30pm in case any of you happen to be in Paris and want to come, then Etonnants Voyageurs at the weekend in Saint Malo.

The Farthing audiobook is today's Audible Deal of the Day, only $3.95. (I can't look at that link myself, because as I said, I'm in France, and it takes me to Audible.fr which naturally doesn't have it. Irritating, and I hope this works.)

And finally finally, after a long long wait, Ada Palmer's brilliant Too Like the Lightning is released today. You want to read it. No, really you want to read it.
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