The Zero Signal, the first Science Crimes Division mystery, officially releases today in paperback and digital. Here’s what readers are saying: “The imaginative worldbuilding, the complex characters and the sheer scope that’s both shown and […]
Tag: novel
(Sunday Thought) The Hard Thing
Dear aspiring novelist, Thank you for your letter. I don’t wish to offend. But I’ve been asked that question before, and I’ve learned something like the following is the best advice I can give. It […]
(Sunday Thought) Anything easy to read was hard to write
The mathematician and philosopher Blaise Pascal famously said of one of his letters that he did not have the time to make it shorter, by which he meant that writing well, which surely includes writing […]
(Fiction) The Most Dangerous Man in the World
The ruined church had been swept clean of dust and cobwebs but still smelled faintly of earth and mildew. The altar was bare. There was a stack of wooden pews in the knave. I heard […]
(Fiction) Kintsugi, the Broken Girl
The doctor’s eyes bulged from shock and asphyxiation as Mariko pulled the power cord taut. Her arms shook amid spittle and gasps, and she watched the frail man’s squirming tongue turn blue in his mouth. […]
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(Fiction) A Cackle of Murderlings [NSFW]
Erasmus stuck Zen-ji at the top of the grand staircase for good reason. A ten-foot samurai in full armor, meditating cross-legged on a large dais: that sent a clear message—that, and the man-sized sword that […]
(Fiction) A Minor Exorcism
He was making a proper nuisance of himself, whoever he was. I could hear the screams from the street. I stepped from the car and met the officer in charge, a woman named Ballantine. I […]
(Fiction) The Knife That Killed Albert Gallagher Twice
I pulled Etude down, down, down endless flights of stairs: stairs that curled, stairs at right angles, stairs that cut a straight line, our feet quickstepping across stone. By turn after turn, we descended deep […]
(Fiction) You Don’t Even Wanna Know
We tracked the kidnapper to a swanky private club on the Upper East Side. The old stone building looked like any other row mansion on the street—walled and immaculate and seemingly impenetrable. The only hint […]
