Hello, I’m home from the day job and tomorrow I will embark on four fun-filled days at RWA Conference, where I’ll try to pretend writing is my actual profession instead of just the hobby that consumes all my free time. Anyway, here is the third and final installment of Terra…
The dyehouse is downwind of every other building, but its location does little to diffuse its smell. The building is squat and dark and windowless. Its roof is pierced with chimneys, like arrows sticking out of Saint Sebastian’s chest. The air around it is soaked in the moist, acrid stench…
Before starting the story, I’d like to say a few words about Terra Obscura. It’s as much an experiment as it is a story, and I totally blame Ann Aguirre for it. Her novel Grimspace is written in first person present tense, which is rarely my cup of tea, but…
