Nina Lynn Brody smoothed her hand over the glassy surface of the tiny metal coffin. It seemed too small to hold all the joy and energy, the magic and mayhem of her son. Surely he'd been bigger than this? Only nine, so of course he was small, but he'd always felt so much larger than life, a bundle of smart comments and endless questions, scraped knees and freckles, temper and smiles. How had they crammed all that into a tiny box? She remembered him from just weeks before, a towel tied at his neck like a cape,...

Nina Lynn Brody smoothed her hand over the glassy surface of the tiny metal coffin. It seemed too small to hold all the joy and energy, the magic and mayhem of her son. Surely he'd been bigger than...

This story was written for a SF contest with a really stupid title prescribed (which I discarded), and premise that was, though I didn't really appreciate it at first, inherently sexist: Genetic changes so that women had the same physical...

Precursor story to the novel, The Taming of Dracul Morsus releasing Aug. 1 When the light of day finally found her, Xana woke, stiff and cold, with the smell of freshly turned earth in her nostrils. The clean scent of...

Part I: Dragon's BreathPart IIa: Shelter from the StormOmoto closed the door softly, then contemplated closing the shop. It was not yet ten, but the rain made more visitors unlikely and he felt very tired, very old. Too old. His...

Science-Fiction writer Kim Stanley Robinson was my student at University of California, San Diego, in the late-70s and early-80s, both in an undergraduate class and as a doctoral candidate: I directed his dissertation on character systems in novelist Philip K. Dick,...

As Meg flipped through the folder, prudently labeled "Estate documents," her fingers stopped automatically between a stock report and the deed for property in Florida, fingering a slim simple envelope with her own name scribbled on the front. ...