The next Superstars Writing Seminar will be held on February 5-7, 2015, in Colorado Springs, Colorado. We’ve decided to make the Hilton Antlers Hotel in Colorado Springs our regular venue and keep the first or second weekend in February as our regular date. That seemed to work well for the seminar we just held there, which was our most successful one yet. That was true even despite the weather, which (or so I’m told by residents of the area) was much worse than usual.
Paradigms Lost — Chapter 31
Part IV: Viewed in a Harsh Light
Chapter 31: Presentations in High Places
“This is ridiculous,” I said. “Considering that werewolves weren’t even seriously considered to exist until a few weeks ago, how exactly would it be ‘obvious for anyone skilled in the art’ to combine these elements to detect a werewolf?”
“Hey, I’m on your side, remember?” my patent attorney, John Huffman, said. “The examiner’s pointing to prior art that involves combining infrared and visible to detect living creatures and discriminate them from non-living objects. The argument is that anyone presented with the existence of werewolves and who was skilled in the art would have tried the same thing.”
I snorted. “So what are our options?”
1636 The Viennese Waltz – Snippet 22
“But they couldn’t buy it,” Mrs. Sanderlin said. “They didn’t have the money.”
“But they could buy shirts easier than they could buy shirt factories. They could buy cars easier than they could buy car factories.”
Hayley’s memories of up-time were starting to get more than a little vague. Three and a half years is a much higher percentage of a teenager’s life than the life of her parents. But here, experience in down-time business was fresh. “Competition?” she asked doubtfully. “Competition isn’t that much of a problem, Dad. There is always more market than product to fill it.”
Paradigms Lost — Chapter 30
Chapter 30: Endings and Beginnings
Winthrope waved me past the yellow barricade. I pulled up a hundred fifty feet farther on. I got out, went around and helped Sylvie out into the wheelchair. She still looked pale and weak, but it was good to see her moving at all. She smiled at me, then looked up and gave a little gasp. “Verne did that?”
I felt as awed as she looked. The hundred-foot-long, three-story warehouse was nothing more than a pile of charred boards and twisted steel, still smoking after several days. The last rays of the setting sun covered it with a cast of blood. From the tangled mass of wreckage, two I-beams jutted up, corroded fangs, mute testimony to the power of an ancient vampire’s fury.
1636 The Viennese Waltz – Snippet 21
Chapter 9: Rollin’ on the River
“Emperor Ferdinand II has died and Vienna mourns, but it is time for us to move,” Istvan Janoszi said.
“It’s weird,” Hayley whispered to her father as Janoszi turned away. “He was . . . I don’t know . . . the bad guy. Ferdinand II signed the Edict of Restitution that has been the justification for so much war and out and out banditry that it had, halfway trashed central Germany before the Ring of Fire.”
Polychrome – Chapter 11
Three blows hammered against my sword, trying to deflect it from its path, and just about succeeding; instead of smashing directly into the Storm Legionnaire currently trying to take my head off, the massive blade glanced off his scaled mail. Even so, the impact was enough to send him spinning away like a pinball.
Two more figures were streaking in from both sides, and this guy had delayed me just a split-second too long. I knew that dodging was out of the question, even with the practice I’d gotten in the past couple of weeks, so I whipped my blade around in a circular, flat arc; its six-foot length combined with my arm length forced the two Faerie warriors to pull up more than nine feet short, their own swords nowhere near long enough to reach me unless they wanted to try timing their rush to be faster than my swing.
1636 The Viennese Waltz – Snippet 20
“Sorry, I slipped in an up-timer English word. It means tall and awkward. And it’s true she is more at home with books than sports or dances. But there’s a vibrancy to her that is hard to see till you get to know her.”
“Is she Catholic?”
“No. Her family belongs to a Protestant sect that is vaguely similar to the Anabaptist. They are called Baptist. However, she is not devout. It’s not that she lacks faith. She once told me that you couldn’t go through the Ring of Fire and not believe in something. But she is doubtful of the certainty–” Karl paused a moment. “–professed by so many of what it means. She tends toward Pastor Steffan Schultheiss’ sect.”