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Troy Williams is the Dapper Genius

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Science Fiction

I combine my experiences and emotions with a solid understanding of the literary craft to offer Science Fiction book reviews unlike any others. Here are honest reviews of the authors that have changed science fiction and my life.

Foamfollower’s question caught him wandering. “Are you a storyteller, Thomas Covenant?”

Absently he replied, “I was, once.”

“And you gave it up? Ah, that is as sad a tale in three words as any you might have told me. But a life without a tale is like a sea without salt. How do you live?”

Covenant folded his arms across the gunwales and rested his chin on them. As the boat moved, Andelain opened constantly in front of him like a bud; but he ignored it, concentrated instead on the plaint of water past the prow.

Unconsciously he clenched his fist over his ring. “I live.”

“Another?” Foamfollower returned. “In two words, a story sadder than the first. Say no more—with one word you will make me weep.”

Short Stories

Every few weeks look for new short stories and book previews from The Fundamentals Universe. Called "a new era in fantasy sci-fi," Troy Williams’s writing is a pulp fiction homage to the classical masters of science fiction. He captures your imagination with fast-paced, heart-warming stories from a fantastic world similar to our own.

The bullet faded, then erupted, a flash of white that blossomed out like a flower. The container’s rocket engines, taking it higher, out of the mesosphere, through the thermosphere, and into the exosphere where a drone from the Santa Maria would capture it.

The documentaries on spaceport operations were not the same as being here, feeling the reverberation of the launch, seeing the engines explode into a white blossom. Just out of arms reach, something, or someone had left this planet for the expanse.

He stood in the doorway of the cabin. He hadn’t bothered to turn on the lights. He didn’t need them to find his luggage, toss it on Viper’s crate, and pull the mess outside. He unfolded his leather luggage bag, retrieved a pair of black slacks and a white shirt. Fully dressed he laid on his bag and rested his head against Viper’s crate.

The Viking wanted him dead, or worse, as a strung-out patsy.

“Fuck you, Ed.”

Self-Evolution

Follow the personal blog of Troy Williams for essays on life, the universe, and everything that fascinates a creative mind. Occasionally, there are announcements and contests to engage the distracted reader.

After you view the video, you enter a two-story elevator that holds fifteen to twenty people on each floor. The elevator brings you down a six-hundred-foot “mine dark” shaft to the mine.

The first large exhibit in the mine is an explanation of the geology that created the mine. The salt was deposited during the Permian period between 299 and 251 million years ago. (We know this; it’s a fact). At the time, the seven continents we know today were the supercontinent, Pangea, and the area I know as Kansas was covered by a salty inland sea.

Climate change and continental shifting created long years of drought followed by a few years of heavy rain. During the years of drought, evaporating water deposited layers of salt, that layers of mud covered during the rainy years.

While my wife and I were looking at the exhibit, a family of Holdermens walked past us. The two younger girls stopped to read the sign and learn about the geology of the mine. Their father said, “I don’t believe that stuff,” and guided his girls past the exhibit.

His tone was stern enough to make me look around and notice him. I wanted to say, “It takes a lot of faith not to.”