Stepping into the Donor House is a very strange experience. I know it as a hotel, but here it’s something very different, and I’m not entirely sure what to expect, even though I have written about both the place and people who live here before. Today I’m here to meet Alice, although she has told me that it’s likely I’ll end up meeting several more ( Read more... )

“That’s the problem, isn’t it? It’s so easy to view a hame as one thing or another, especially in the case of the war, but there would have been Fasachis who were against it in the same way there were those who joined the war effort. As far as I’m concerned we should base our decisions on what someone is like, not what their hame is or their phyle ( Read more... )

There’s a knock on the bedroom door and I call ‘Come in,’ because I have some idea of who it might be. When I turn in my desk chair I’m unsurprised to find Joel standing there, looking a little unsure of himself, and I beckon him forward.

“Hi,” he says as he takes a couple of steps closer. “I know you’ve been writing some stories about Taithmarin ( Read more... )

There’s a knock on the door. Richard has asked to hold this conversation on Earth, rather than in the afterlife, because he thinks it would be esaier here. I get why he thinks that. Personally I’m not sure if I’m ready to go wandering around the afterlife either, especially as the map is still fuzzy.That’s something I want to ask him about. With a ( Read more... )

“Come in,” Persephone says, holding the door to her study open. “Normally I prefer to meet at the clearing, it’s quieter there, but I have some work I need to get done.” She smiles at me. “I hope you don’t mind if I work while we talk.”

I smile at her. “It’s not a problem.”

Trying not to show how nervous I feel I step into the office and can’t stop ( Read more... )