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Giant Carnivorous Dust Bunnies

Giant Carnivorous Dust Bunnies

By G. S. Norwood We’ve all had them—those midnight fears that something dangerous is lurking down the hall, in the closet, or under the bed. As a child we wake in the night, desperate to make that perilous trip to the bathroom but afraid some dark thing may reach out from the shadows to grab us on our way. As an adult, who never has enough non-working, non-writing, non-sleeping time to keep ahead of the dust and dog hair, I…

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Interior design of the future

Interior design of the future

By Jan S. Gephardt I drew most of this material from a post on my own blog, published in 2016. But as far as I can tell, my points about the interior design of the future–at least, as portrayed in movies and on TV–remain valid. When I was deciding how to depict life on Rana Station, one question I needed to answer was, “what do Ranan homes look like?” I’m a visual person, and I write for people with good…

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Welcome to Rana Station

Welcome to Rana Station

By Jan S. Gephardt This is a re-post and update of a blog post that originally ran on Jan S. Gephardt’s blog “Artdog Adventures” last summer. Welcome to Rana Station! We thought you might enjoy a glimpse of how she designed the XK9s’ space station home. Rex, Shady, and the rest of the Orangeboro Pack, the sapient police dogs in my science fiction novels, live in a space station that is almost a character in its own right. That’s partially because…

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The legend of Robert Johnson

The legend of Robert Johnson

By G. S. Norwood If you read the excerpts from Deep Ellum Pawn, and especially if you went on to read the rest of the story, you may be curious about the legend of Robert Johnson, and of the bluesman’s mysterious life. After reading this you’ll know more, but you also may still be curious. A mysterious life I’m not sure any actual, documented person in American history has accumulated more myths, legends, and ghost stories than singer, songwriter, and…

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Deep Ellum Pawn is now available!

Deep Ellum Pawn is now available!

We hope you’ve enjoyed the excerpts we’ve posted over the last three weeks. And we hope you’ll be happy to know that Deep Ellum Pawn is now available at last! You can read the rest of the story in Kindle format. There’ll be other formats to come, but we wanted to get the first one up as soon as possible, in one of the most popular formats around. We apologize if we haven’t yet provided for your favorite! Please rest…

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Believe in you

Believe in you

Two weeks ago we published the opening scene of Deep Ellum Pawn, a novelette, © 2019 by G. S. Norwood. Last week we offered Scene Two. Here’s a third glimpse. Deep Ellum Pawn is now available for Kindle, if you’d like to read the whole thing! Subheadings were added to satisfy the SEO. Seeking sustenance Of course the damned violin was still on the counter when I got back from feeding Tid. I stared at the scorched, peeling, sticky case…

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The Golden Fiddle’s mystery deepens

The Golden Fiddle’s mystery deepens

Last week we published the opening scene of Deep Ellum Pawn, a novelette, © 2019 by G. S. Norwood. This week we offer Scene Two. Next week we’ll post a third glimpse, and you may now order the Kindle edition any time. We hope you enjoy it! Deliberations in Deep Ellum A brisk wind kicked a shower of red-gold leaves down the street as he disappeared into the swirl of hipsters and hucksters who called Deep Ellum home. At two…

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Golden Fiddle: A sample of “Deep Ellum Pawn”

Golden Fiddle: A sample of “Deep Ellum Pawn”

G. S. Norwood’s Deep Ellum Pawn novelette (© 2019 by G. S. Norwood) is now available! We published this sample scene and two others on successive weeks. Read them here for free, or buy the entire novelette for Kindle. Golden Fiddle (This is a teaser sample) The guy on the other side of the counter shifted from foot to foot, taking quick swipes at his streaming nose with the cuff of his beige flannel shirt. His eyes, half-hidden by greasy…

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