Today on my Patreon, we take a look at a passage from Book 2 in the Dresden Files series and address how lore could be passed upon the reader without being boring and incurring in inconsistencies. You can read it here.

"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."
― Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows
Today on my Patreon, we take a look at a passage from Book 2 in the Dresden Files series and address how lore could be passed upon the reader without being boring and incurring in inconsistencies. You can read it here.


This is, without any doubt, one of the best collections in the series, and notably one with aliens of many sorts: Martians and Venusians with a different approach to warfare and radically original new senses, and Ganimedians who just want what’s due for Christmas. What

As I was saying a few days ago, some of Cixin Liu’s short stories have been adapted into wonderful graphic novels. This one is a heartfelt story that touches many topics that are dear to the author’s heart, mainly the importance of knowledge and the

The ancient steps wound up the side of the mountain through the tall pines, patience trodden deep into them by the feet of twenty centuries. Some soul of silence, ancient and patient as the steps, brooded over them. They were wide, twenty men could have

This is, without any doubt, one of the best collections in the series, and notably one with aliens of many sorts: Martians and Venusians with a different approach to warfare and radically original new senses, and Ganimedians who just want what’s due for Christmas. What

As I was saying a few days ago, some of Cixin Liu’s short stories have been adapted into wonderful graphic novels. This one is a heartfelt story that touches many topics that are dear to the author’s heart, mainly the importance of knowledge and the

The ancient steps wound up the side of the mountain through the tall pines, patience trodden deep into them by the feet of twenty centuries. Some soul of silence, ancient and patient as the steps, brooded over them. They were wide, twenty men could have
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