…I miss Ray Bradbury. Then again, who doesn’t? My only qualm about doing The Illustrated Man now is that I’m doing it now: like so many of Bradbury’s work, it’s best appreciated in autumn. Mid-autumn, when the days can still be warm, but the night wind has that delicious chill to it. I’d leave my window open those nights, as much to hear the wind rustle the trees outside as to get that crisp air that rolled in off of the sea.
I miss that air.
And so, adieu to The Crash of Empire (Imperial Stars, Book 3).