It Had Never Occurred To

Rust, Corrosion, Wind, Rain. The Nibbling Teeth Of Mice And The Acrid Droppings Of Insects And The Devouring Jaws Of Years. The Was Of Nature Upon Machines, Of The Planet's Chaotic Forces Upon The Works Of Humankind. The Energy That Man Had Pulled From The Earth Was Being Inexorably Pulled Back Into It, Sucked Like Water Down A Drain. Before Long, If It Hadn't Happened Already, Not A Single High-tension Pole Would Be Left Standing On The Earth. Mankind Had Built A World That Would Take A Hundred Years To Die. A Century For The Last Light To Go Out.

If Asked To Name The Worst Moment Of His Life, Michael Fisher Wouldn't Have Hesitated To Give His Answer: It Was When The Lights Went Out.

Before She Became The Girl From Nowhere-the One Who Walked In, The First And Last And Only, Who Lived A Thousand Years-she Was Just A Little Girl In Iowa, Named Amy. Amy Harper Bellafonte.

And I Grew Up On A Steady Diet Of Science Fiction, Especially Apocalyptic And Postapocalyptic Fiction.

I Have Any Number Of Completely Dark Obsessions And Fascinations, And None Of This Was Present In My Profile Or My Growing Profile As A Writer.