So the first dead-tree thing to house something I wrote has been released into the wilds of Amazon, edited by Jaym Gates and Erika Holt, with amazing art by Galen Dara and Evan Jensen.

Table of Contents:

• The Sharing by James L. Sutter
• Chickadee by Frank Ard
• Semele’s Daughter by John Nakamura Remy
• The Automatic City By Morgan Dempsey
• Button Up Your Overcoat by Barbara Krasnoff
• Nor the Moonlight by Andrew Penn Romine
• Jack and the Wise Birds by Lucia Starkey
• Madonna and Child, In Jade by Amanda C. Davis
• Der Graue Engel by Jack Graham
• The Purloined Ledger by Ari Marmell
• Fight Night by Ryan McFadden
• A Drink for Teddy Ford by Robert Jackson Bennett

And since this is my blog, I’m posting an excerpt.

I didn’t always dream. When I did, I hardly remembered them. And after combat, a dreamless night is a blessing, but the days stretched into weeks, and weeks into months. Friends told me about their dreams. I had nothing to add to the conversation.

August 6, 1918. The day we beat the Hun. The day I fell through the earth and couldn’t dream anymore.

Four of us dug south, expanding the warren. Our plow ran through the Germans for five days straight before the plowknife caught their deepest trench. We dug a place to sit and wait out their supply chain.

I don’t know if it was a grenade or a mortar, or something dropped from a plane. Doesn’t matter. I remember the sound of thunder. Three men tumbled through the air. I tumbled through the earth.

I want to say I had profound thoughts during the fall. Thoughts of regrets, triumphs, family, lovers. Thoughts a man could to lay claim to with pride.

Mostly, I thought, “Oh, fuck.”

If you’re going to be at WorldCon in Reno this year, we’re having a launch party where I will be doing my first reading! 2pm on Saturday, August 20! I will be tweeting more detailed information as the time approaches.

Now I’m gonna go dance and squee now. Don’t mind me.