I Wake from a Dream of a Drowned Star City, by Somtow, S.P.

One of the things I like about novellas, especially bound ones that are sold on their own, is that they are generally produced in such low numbers that authors feel free to go a little crazy with their stories. I imagine that I get the same rush from a new novella that a film buff gets from a new independent film. Both media are pretty much free from industry standards and production rules, and both are usually produced cheaply, but both seem to me to be more acts of love than economic undert[…]

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