Caribbean born Tobias S. Buckell is a New York Times Bestselling author. His novels and over 70 stories have been translated into 19 different languages.
All writers fail at writing at some point in their careers. But do we really want to read an entire book of failed short-stories? The answer may surprise you.
Occasionally, the EP staff reads more than slush and short stories. I picked up White Tiger by Kylie Chan at the Voyager party at WorldCon last month and have been eager to check it out. I study Southern Shao Lin kung fu and love stories that incorporate martial arts. I’m starting it today and will […]
Visit these web magazines. Read these stories. It is a moral imperative. Otherwise you’ll miss out on something really good. A big percentage of the various “Year’s Best” anthologized stories this year came from online magazines like these. Don’t fall behind the curve. Abyss & Apex Bots D’Amor by Cat Rambo Hail to the Victors […]
Resistance by Tobias S. Buckell The man opened the pack all the way to reveal a small arsenal of guns, grenades, explosives, and — oddly — knives. Very large knives. He looked up at Stanuel. “I am the attack. I’ve been asked to shut Pan down.” “But you’re not a programmer…” “I can do all […]
Smooth Talking By Tobias S. Buckell Roger sighed, shifted his position on the stump, and then turned back away from Marcus. “What I’m trying to do, Marcus, is talk that tree into moving.” Marcus didn’t say anything. He stood behind someone he thought he once knew and tried to figure what to say next. Not […]
Her By Tobias S. Buckell “It’s fascinating,” Jo said, now that she had what she wanted out of me, “that the inhabitants here are the only race we know of that has their mythology dead on.” “Huh?” I looked down at the table. I needed more beer. “They believe they live on the corpse of […]
A Green Thumb By Tobias S. Buckell When Jerry walked out across his lawn to catch the morning bus to Effendale High, he stopped to admire the new car Mr. Atkinson had growing in his lawn. Jerry could see the doors stretching up towards the roof, small branches of metal trying to reach their stringy […]