The last short story collection I read was Smoke and Mirrors by Neil Gaiman and this collection of Terrence Holt's is rivalling that. His fresh perspective on things that might seem tired in the hands of another writer keeps you reading. In places the language is almost poetic, subjects range through a world threatening plague to a sentient machine a deep space 'and then there were none' via a boy who keeps part of father in a jar.
Next I'll be reading the Sara Stockbridge book, her name was familiar but I couldn't place it until today. She was fashion designer Vivian Westwood's muse back in the 80's.
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