Letter from Tad Williams
Greetings from Casa De Constant Crisis, home of me, Deb, and the two Younger Things, as well as several overstimulated dogs and (in their tiny minds, anyway) underappreciated cats. Continue reading
Greetings from Casa De Constant Crisis, home of me, Deb, and the two Younger Things, as well as several overstimulated dogs and (in their tiny minds, anyway) underappreciated cats. Continue reading
Let us not forget leftover happiness — the discovery that one still has a few pieces of nice pizza in the fridge. Continue reading
Tad’s Mood: Getting by, thank you, with a little help from his friends. Continue reading
Clint buys his literature in bulk, but you only need one copy of SLEEPING LATE ON JUDGEMENT DAY to enjoy it. Continue reading
Johnny doesn’t believe her, by the way. His only flaw. He thinks cats are, well, dinner. Continue reading
When I was little, we only got car trips to the mountains. These guys get to fight the Chitauri. Continue reading