The remarkably astute organizer of the The Literary Circle Book Club, Maryland, USA, wrote to me... From Geosynchronous Orbit to Maryland, it's not so far... "I recently had the pleasure of reading Cetacean Refrain, and I was truly impressed by the brilliance and originality of your work. The way you blend humor, cosmic curiosity, and inventive storytelling, from courtroom aliens and philosophical whales to mischievous mind-swappers, makes this collection a refreshing stando

Even on planets a trilli-light years away in the T-Space Continuum, they like their funerals to go with style. ‘Yamiking, the billionaire Great Lady, always wanted to be buried on her birth planet, Morzel.’ So the twin Administrata Regala of Kalclinn, Inc. told me. ‘As a full-blooded Yuman, she was most determined to have her last wish come true,’ said the one with a blue rinse on her pseudo eye-facets. Fascinating, the way her antennae writhed. Sinuous-sexy sort of rhythm,

We've all met'em... I swing off the main road, doing fifty along there. Onto Platers’ Lane where it’s a sixty limit, except you’d be nuts to do much above thirty – short-cut into the village. Sure, it’s wide enough for cars to pass in opposite directions, but only with care, slowly. The tarmac is all broken; bits of it patched-up; potholes. And the road winds, does a double bend under the railway line; not a right-angle, but pretty sharp. The edges go straight into the grass