Friday, September 28, 2012
Introduction: Voss Foster
If you want to get to know someone, look at their bookshelf.
I've been saying that almost as long as I've been ogling bookshelves (Do you think I’m kidding? Invite me over for coffee some time. I’m looking at your bookshelf. Even if I have to wait for you to disappear to the bathroom.). So, since I’m new here, this is a sampling of what’s on my bookshelf:
The Cyberiad by Stanislaw Lem
The Harry Potter Series by J. K. Rowling
The Twilight Saga by Stephenie Meyer
Misadventures in a Thumbnail Universe by Vincent W. Sakowski
The Changeling Race Trilogy by Frances Pauli
The Thrawn Trilogy by Timothy Zahn
The Millennium Trilogy (I’m seeing a trend here) by Stieg Larsson
So that’s me in a nutshell. Oh. That’s not enough? Are you sure? Drat. All right, I’ll try it the traditional way. Under protest.
I’m Voss Foster, speculative fiction author, editor, grammarian, and amateur belly dancer. A lot of times, people try and get me to tell them why I write speculative fiction. Well, I've never had an answer. My brain is just hardwired to turn every little thing into nicotine-addicted fairies, giant space tarantulas, and demons.
In my upcoming release, Tartaros, through Prizm Books, those demons run a little wild. Well, more than a little. Apocalyptically wild. I thought it sounded like a pretty good romp, so I ran with them. And, early next year (I don’t want to say when exactly. I might jinx it.), I hope you’ll run with them. Just make sure you bring your holy water, in case they get a little bit too wild for your liking. It tends to scare most of them off.
As we get closer to the release date, there’s going to be more about it, mostly over at my blog, Demon Hunting and Tenth Dimensional Physics. Heck, I don’t even know what could be in store. Those demons can get a little bit restless, sometimes.
For now, if you’re dying for a taste of my writing (Don’t lie. I know you are.), I have a page of published works over at my blog. If I were you, I’d check it out. I heard it on the street that I’m pretty awesome. Can’t remember who said it. It might have been me.
For now, toodles and blessed be,