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Liesmith, chapter 5.

Alis’s Note
World comes atcha fast, man. So, uh. For those of you looking for things to do during lockdown, a reminder that I have various other books on offer from prices ranging from zero dollars to not-zero dollars!


Five

You’re a filthy traitor and I hate you forever.” Then, because lies always burnt on his tongue, “Or at least until lunchtime.”

“Sorry, man.” Em, apparently, had no such issues with untruths. “But the shrink moved my appointment to Friday. I can’t miss it, so . . . gotta pike on camping. Sorry.”

Sigmund groaned, slumping down across the table. Nine forty-six a.m. and they were at the café across the road from the office, having coffees and skipping work. Sigmund’s favorite pastime.

Em’s favorite, meanwhile, was ruining people’s days.

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2020-03-22T08:34:12+11:0022nd March, 2020|Tags: books, liesmith, wyrdverse|

Liesmith, chapter four.

Alis’s Note
Eep. Late posting but I got distracted with finishing off the Unnatural Order edits… (Also, er. Playing Endless Legend but, ahem… Don’t tell anyone.)


Four

So here’s the deal.

You know what you can get away with doing, being the world’s third richest man? Being CEO of the world’s largest fucking technology company?

Fucking. Anything.

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2020-03-14T11:27:24+11:0014th March, 2020|Tags: books, liesmith, wyrdverse|

Monstrous contents.

Hey y’all remember how I was editing that anthology of monsters? Yeah. That’s still A Thing That Is Happening, and we just announced the table of contents (i.e. the authors and their stories) and it is gonna be so good

Also spent all weekend booking things for both Continuum and the motherfreakin’ WorldCon and… it’s happening y’all. It’s really happening…

2020-02-24T08:30:16+11:0024th February, 2020|Tags: books, cons, continuum, csfg, sff, unnatural order, worldcon|

Liesmith, chapter three.

Alis’s Note
I always feel like I should write more of an intro to these posts, so… uh. Yeah. Have one! Specifically: Sigyn’s “themesong”, and Lain’s, and Sigmund’s… and Travis’s.


Three

So there’s me, halfway up this hill in the middle of bloody nowhere, trying to wrangle this ancient wheezing ox we’ve got, pulling this enormous wagon.”

Strike one: It wasn’t an ox.

“And you can see what comes next, right?” Lain’s voice, floating over the cubicle partition. “Shitty little gravel path, overburdened cart—”

“Oh, no.” That was Divya, leaning against Sigmund’s desk, listening to Lain’s stories.

“Oh, yes,” Lain said. “And my brother and his mate, charging ahead on their scooters”—strike two: They were not on scooters—“and taunting me all, like, ‘Lain, Lain. Glaciers move faster. We’ll be dead before we get there.’ ” Strike three: They hadn’t called him Lain. “And finally I’m, like, ‘Right. Screw you guys.’ ”

“Uh-oh . . .”

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2020-02-23T08:22:32+11:0023rd February, 2020|Tags: books, liesmith, wyrdverse|

Liesmith, chapter two.

Two

This part I piece together only later, dredged up from the fragments of memories and broken bodies left behind. That means some of it is lies. But, maybe, they’re entertaining lies.

And what are entertaining lies if not a story?

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2020-02-09T09:18:14+11:009th February, 2020|Tags: books, liesmith, wyrdverse|

Liesmith, chapter one.

One

Holy shit, you are such a dork.”

“I know.”

“You were talking to him for like an hour.”

“I was.”

“And you didn’t recognize him.”

“I did not.”

“Holy shit, man.”

“Yeah.”

“Holy motherfucking shit.”

“Yup.”

Once upon a yesterday, there lived a boy called Sigmund.

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2020-01-26T09:02:13+11:0026th January, 2020|Tags: books, liesmith, wyrdverse|

Liesmith, prologue.

Prologue

Everything is true, especially the lies. That’s the trick.

Every tale ever told, every whisper, every song, every single string of words ever uttered by mortal mouths or carved in rocks or scrawled on paper. It’s the ultimate human trait, this endless urge to speak and name and label. To attach sounds to things and meaning to sounds. To make language.

Sometimes, when a sound refers to nothing, something comes in to take its place. Pulled up from the black void behind the world, shaped into form and given story.

This is the thing we call the Wyrd, and it’s the place where gods are born. Well. Gods and monsters, and sometimes the line between the two is thin.

Humans might not believe in the old gods much anymore—they don’t venerate our deeds or perform our bloody rituals—but that doesn’t mean that we’re forgotten. Not with our tales recorded in bestsellers and played out on film and collected in the bits and bytes of libraries that span the globe. That sort of repetition ensures our survival more readily than any sacrifice or prayer, and with less effort on our part, too.

It’s good to be retired, even for a god.

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2020-01-12T12:48:38+11:0012th January, 2020|Tags: books, liesmith, wyrdverse|

Full steam.

If goblins and orcs and trolls could think, then why were they always just there to be slaughtered by the heroes? And if the heroes slaughtered sentient beings en masse, how heroic exactly were they? It was a long overdue start on redressing issues long swept under the rug by a parade of Tolkien successors who never thought of anyone green and slimy as anything but a notch on the protagonist’s sword, and much of the urgency in Pratchett’s last few books seemed to be related to them. “There’s only one true evil in the world,” he said through his characters. “And that’s treating people like they were things.”

And in the last of his “grown-up” Discworld books, that idea is shouted with the ferocity of those who have only a few words left and want to make them count. Goblins are people. Golems are people. Dwarves are people, and they do not become any less people because they decide to go by the gender they know themselves to be instead of the one society forces on them. Even trains might be people, and you’ll never know one way or the other unless you ask them, because treating someone like they’re a person and not a thing should be your default. And the only people who cling to tradition at the expense of real people are sad, angry dwellers in the darkness who don’t even understand how pathetic they are, clutching and grasping at the things they remember without ever understanding that the world was never that simple to begin with. The future is bright, it is shining, and it belongs to everyone.

John Seavey on the flattened world.

2019-09-11T09:47:55+10:005th January, 2020|Tags: books, culture, pop culture|

Man more than man.

So apparently the original English translation for R.U.R. is available to read online, and it’s kinda… fascinating to see what has and hasn’t changed in the whole “robot uprising” sci-fi genre.

The play also contains what is possibly the Most Relatable Woman-in-STEM conversation ever seen on stage:

Section from Act I of R.U.R. that's basically just a dude constantly interrupting a lady, who finally, exasperatedly, calls him on it.

2019-08-28T15:51:31+10:0021st December, 2019|Tags: books, pop culture, sff|