Questo week-end sarò a Ciano d’Enza (Reggio Emilia) per Edoras 2006 con il mio gruppo culturale (da non confondersi con l’Associazione). Se qualcuno vuole rimbalzare da quelle parti, saremo abbastanza riconoscibili (si spera).
"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
Questo week-end sarò a Ciano d’Enza (Reggio Emilia) per Edoras 2006 con il mio gruppo culturale (da non confondersi con l’Associazione). Se qualcuno vuole rimbalzare da quelle parti, saremo abbastanza riconoscibili (si spera).

It’s unfortunate that I’m coming to this after the very unsatisfactory collection of “fantasy” stories (Asimov never wrote fantasy: he wrote satire), because this was another disappointment. The book is half short stories and half non-fiction, for random reasons, and the non-fiction half is random writings

I’m not crying: a piece of some murdering bot must have gotten in my eye. Rogue Protocol is the third novella in the Murderbot Diaries, and deals with the titular character going deep undercover to figure out what happened in the “mining incident” that was

The sun had set. The great shadows came striding over the forest. In the weird twilight of a late summer day, I saw the path ahead glide on among the mighty trees and disappear. And I shuddered and glanced fearfully over my shoulder. Miles behind

It’s unfortunate that I’m coming to this after the very unsatisfactory collection of “fantasy” stories (Asimov never wrote fantasy: he wrote satire), because this was another disappointment. The book is half short stories and half non-fiction, for random reasons, and the non-fiction half is random writings

I’m not crying: a piece of some murdering bot must have gotten in my eye. Rogue Protocol is the third novella in the Murderbot Diaries, and deals with the titular character going deep undercover to figure out what happened in the “mining incident” that was

The sun had set. The great shadows came striding over the forest. In the weird twilight of a late summer day, I saw the path ahead glide on among the mighty trees and disappear. And I shuddered and glanced fearfully over my shoulder. Miles behind
3 Comments
Shelidon
Posted at 13:48h, 15 SeptemberConsiderato che diluvia, saremo riconoscibili perché bagnati fradici, temo…
LauraPotter
Posted at 08:41h, 21 SeptemberCiao!!!Ho visto solo ora il tuo commento sul mio blog.
Sono Laura-Eowyn di eldalie XDDD Guarda un pò chi si becca qui XDDDDDD
Shelidon
Posted at 09:04h, 21 SeptemberCome si suol dire, “è piccolo il web” ;-)