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A Gathering Evil Chapter One Copyright ©1991, 2000 Michael A. Stackpole Awakening in a speeding ambulance, with the scream of its undulating siren ripping your brain apart, is not a pleasant experience. It becomes even less so when you realize you’re in a body bag zipped up tight and you can’t move. Trapped in suffocating […]

Copyright ©1991 Michael A. Stackpole I swung down out of the saddle and tied Wolf’s reins to a maple tree. I patted his neck, watched and listened. Wolf was smart for a horse and remained silent while I studied the meadow beyond the woods’ edge. We were almost alone. Argent sunlight reflected from long, green […]

A lot of people ask if I will read their manuscripts, but I can’t for a couple of reasons. The first is that my lawyer and my contracts prohibit me from reading any manuscripts that are not already under contract to a publisher. Second, and far more pressing, is the fact that I’m buried under […]

Writing in someone else’s universe. Copyright ©1996 Michael A. Stackpole In cruising through some of the newsgroups concerning book series for which I have written, it has become readily apparent to me that not everyone understands how writing in someone else’s universe works. I’d like to make that picture clear because there seems to be […]

Just some quick news about Fortress Draconis. The book, as you know, is done. With the requested edits and adjustments, the book came in just shy 216,000 words. In the trade paperback edition it will be 514 pages long, with a spine roughly an inch and a quarter thick. That’s not quite enough to stop […]

The following discussion notes do contain spoilers for the fantasy novel The Dark Glory War. It is heartily recommended you do not read the discussion notes until after reading the book. The Dark Glory War is the first novel in the DragonCrown War Cycle of novels. It was published in March of 2000. The book […]

Copyright ©1990 Michael A. Stackpole This story first appeared in Amazing Stories, March, 1990 The Final Gift The youth cleared his voice as he waited in the doorway. He’d learned well not to speak until I gave him leave. I suppressed a smile as I narrowed my old, tired eyes, squinted one last time at […]