While I was traveling, some dark and terrible figure left something in our mailbox. A package containing these: Doubtless the intent was for me to stumble upon it after our return, and drive me mad, but really, I’m just pleased and excited by what I see flipping through it. I’m especially excited to find a poem by internet pal Bryan Thao Worra and a Robert Johnson-as-Mythos acolyte story within its pages, because I really dig Robert Johnson riff-stories. Plus, of course, my own tale, “ἱερὸς γάμος [Hieros Gamos]” mutters and shrieks from somewhere among its pages. More on the book once I’ve had time to settle in …

For those who read my blog but don’t follow along on Facebook or Twitter, my short story “The Incursus, by Asimov-NN#71” was published in the inaugural issue (Summer 2016) of Big Echo a few days ago. Big Echo is new. It bills itself as a site devoted to critical SF, and this story fits there; it’s about AIs, human consciousness, human arrogance, and pronouns. I’ve also written some brief background notes on the story.