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Short Story Sunday: Team Effort, Ed Gorman

Adventures of Robin Hood Cover

Team Effort, Ed Gorman

According to IMDB, Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves—which turns 25 this year—was the tenth most popular film in 1991, but that didn’t stop every publisher from jumping on the tie-in bandwagon. Signet put its entry in the capable hands of speculative anthologist Martin H. Greenberg, who compiled a collection I mostly forget except for Ed Gorman’s “Team Effort”—a succinct little piece that gets Read the rest of this entry

Short Story Sunday: What Rough Beast, Daniel Pearlman

What Rough Beast, Daniel Pearlman

This disturbing rendering of a man who wonders why his wife is distant

The Final Dream & Other Fictions

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Short Story Sunday: The Light of Other Days, Bob Shaw

The Light of Other Days, Bob Shaw

This moving depiction of a world in which “slow glass” allows us to see our pasts was Read the rest of this entry

Short Story Sunday: Obstinate Uncle Otis, Robert Arthur

Obstinate Uncle Otis, Robert Arthur

I’ve written extensively about my relationship with this oddity about a man Read the rest of this entry


Daniel Pearlman’s novella, Brain & Breakfast, has just been released by Sam’s Dot Publishing! I’m really excited for this one—he’s been working on a series of science fiction stories which feature a detective, Merkouros. I’ve had the privilege of reading many of them before they’re published, and I’m thrilled to see this one out in the world for everyone to enjoy. From the Sam’s Dot Website:

Brain & Breakfast by Daniel Pearlman

…a novella about a detective, Merkouros, who tracks down a criminal across space and time and alternate universes.  Here’s an excerpt:

“You are detective, right?” asked the Russian cabbie.  “You can’t be husband or boyfriend, not of chick like that. I mean, pardon me, but you don’t look like sugardaddy, and the hair you comb back is covering bald spot not too good.  Is giving you middle-aged ratty look, know what I’m saying?”

“You’re very observant,” said Merkouros, looking at the broad-featured cabbie smiling at him in his mirror. “I’m a private detective,” he added, only half lying.  Could he tell him that he worked for the Federal Police, City of New York—but not of this New York?  If that ex-Muscovite thought he had had a hard time landing on his feet in merely a different city of his own spatiotemporal framework, then what would he think of someone who’d had to relocate to a different dimension—from the New York of Plane 1 to this treacherously different “New York” of Plane 7—to a world where one’s fundamental values were as untranslatable as one’s money was inconvertible?

“That’s her!” shouted Merkouros, pulling back from the window. “In that black dress half up her thighs.  You see?  She’s looking this way.  She sees this cab is taken.  She’ll go to the corner and pick up another cab.  When she does, don’t lose her.”

Interested? It’s just under $8 with shipping and you can buy it here:

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