Ein Beitrag von Leo Champion
I came in through my friend Mad Mike Williamson. Thought it would be a chance to maybe sell something to a well-known series; never imagined it would become a lot more than that. Although I didnt know a whole lot about shorts.
Since I started writing seriously in the mid-`90s, Id written ten or so novel-lengths. Maybe half as many again between 25-50K. But the the last time Id written anything below 25K, the President was Bill Clinton and the World Trade Center stood tall. Maximum of 10,000 words? Thats two chapters. A complete story arc in that space? Its fair to say I wasnt at all confident in the form.
Ein Beitrag von C.J. Cherryh
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Partly overcast in hell, a few spots of rain but the job had to be done, and when jobs of a less elevated nature had to be done in Augustus villa, there was a question of rank involved. Augustus wasnt going to do it. Neither was Caesar or Cleopatra, nor Sargon of Akkad; nor was Hatshepsut. The villa had Roman rulers and Egyptian pharaohs, but no gardener, and that elected the two Renaissance refugees whod found the villa a comfortable berth in hell.
Dante was dithering around in the basement about some research project.
Ein Beitrag von C.J. Cherryh
Roman hell comes in several sections. The deepest is Tartarus, but that was reserved for real dastards. The Elysian fields, well, those were where you got to after a virtuous life. Most people just went to a place a lot like the here and now, with a few inconveniences.
So in a sense the Roman hell was there before the Christian one moved in and spread out. It's not as old as the Akkadian one, but it goes back to some respectable antiquity, and therefore operates under its own rules.
Ein Beitrag von Michael Armstrong
In five short stories and one novel, I have been exploring the world and concept of Hell, as created by Janet and Chris Morris in the Heroes in Hell series.
"The Rapture Elevator" expands on an idea first developed in "God's Eyes" (Masters in Hell) and "Madly Meeting Logically," a short story originally written for Masters in Hell but later pulled so it could be expanded into my novel, Bridge Over Hell.
Can the damned escape hell?
Ein Beitrag von Janet Morris
Be not too hard for my wits and all the tribe of hell
William Shakespeare, Othello
Kur had been in hell long before the first cast-down gods and their damned worshippers took the fall; he would be here long after the last of them were gone. Kur was born here in Ki-gal, home of the indigenous tribe of hell. Golden-green sulphur tickles his nostrils, billowing down sweet and warm from the mountaintop. He breathes deeper, expanding his mighty chest, rippling the surface of the dark pool where he floats, content. Beneath his backside, tar bubbles pop, massaging his wide-spread wings, his long spiky tail. His red skin is gleaming, dusted with quills, warning all comers of his poisonous bite and his rank, highest among the tribe.
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