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August 25, 2015

Barry B. Longyear is the first writer to win the Hugo, Nebula, and John W. Campbell Award for Best New Writer all in the same year. In addition to his acclaimed Enemy Mine Series, his works include the Circus World and Infinity Hold series, Sea of Glass, other SF & fantasy novels, recovery works such as Saint Mary Blue and Yesterday's Tomorrow, and writing instruction works, like The Write Stuff, as well as numerous short stories. The image link above leads to his full biography.



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Joe Torio Mystery #3

ROPE PAPER SCISSORS, the third novel in the Joe Torio Mystery Series, following The Hangman's Son and Just Enough Rope, is now available at Amazon. The work came in at 340,000 words, hence it is being published by Enchanteds in three volumes: Rope, Paper, and Scissors.

This was a lot of work through a laundry list of health issues, but now it's done. I think it's a great story, and I am very grateful to all those who helped make it possible.

The most frequent question I am asked about the Joe Torio Series, is "Should I read the others in the series (The Hangman's Son and Just Enough Rope) before reading Rope Paper Scissors?"

Well, of course, one should purchase all of the series and read them in order. However, it is not necessary. The exception is Rope Paper Scissors. The three books together make up one novel, one story. Paper, for example, is the middle of the story. Reading it first will probably leave you wondering what's going on. If you choose to do so, however, have at it.




Updated the Kindle for Sea of Glass. Strange going through this work again. When I began writing, this was where I began, I fought with this manuscript for nine years, becoming an established author in the meantime. Near the end of that nine years, I had my original thirty thousand words, a signed and paid for contract offer, and a delivery date. I also had absolutely no idea how to finish this book.

I had lived with the character of Thomas Windom for nine years, however, and in many respects knew him better than I knew myself. I sat down and wrote Tom a letter in which I expressed my frustration at finishing the novel and asked his advice on what he wanted me to do with the damned thing.

In my head, I got a very clear message: "Put it down the way I give it to you and make sure it stays that way." In a few weeks more I had another seventy thousand words to go with the original thirty, and a book that still seems like someone else wrote it.

My late friend, George Alec Effinger, told me he regarded Sea of Glass as an "undiscovered classic." Be that as it may, it is an important story to me, and if I had to pick one of my stories to put forward to earn my way out of writers Hell, Sea of Glass would be it.


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ENEMY MINE, The Original Award Winning Novella

Strange as it may seem, the originally published version of the novella "Enemy Mine" (1979)has not been available except from used magazine vendors, until now. The version released in the Author's Guild edition is a slight expansion of the original that was first published in my themed collection, MANIFEST DESTINY. The many appearances of this story in anthologies since then are that same slightly expanded version.

The version we have been marketing from this site , ENEMY MINE: The Author's Cut, is a rather substantial expansion of the original that first appeared in the Enemy Mine omnibus titled: THE ENEMY PAPERS. This was in order to better balance Enemy Mine against its two sequels, THE TOMORROW TESTAMENT and THE LAST ENEMY, both full-length novels.

The Enchanteds version we are releasing with this announcement, titled: ENEMY MINE The Original Award Winning Novella, is as the title says: the original. Excepting for correcting a few typos appearing in the original, this version is as it appeared in the September 1979 issue of Isaac Asimov's Science Fiction Magazine, thirty-two years, three awards, and a motion picture ago.


THE WAR WHISPERER - The Story Consumes All

Check The War Whisperer page for the latest on my current project. Here is just a little taste:

. . . . Mr. Makin knelt down and felt for a pulse in Todd's neck, then in Bodey's. He sat back on his heel for a moment, then leaned forward again, removed the weapons, stood, closed the knives, wrapped them in his handkerchief, and put them in his jacket pocket. Mr. Makin looked around at us, his expression confused at first, then angry again.

"What in the hell is the matter with you kids? Why didn't any of you call me?"

Without waiting for an answer, he pulled out his mobile phone and called nine-one-one. ICIs were only experimental back then, and prohibitively expensive. No one had them except the very wealthy. Everyone though, except incarcerated orphans, had mobiles.

"Why didn't any of you call me?" he demanded again as he put his mobile back into his pocket. He looked around the circle of impassive faces. "Why?" No one said anything. "What in the hell is the matter with you kids?" he demanded for the second time.

"No tenemos alma," quietly said a girl I didn't know, her expression impassive. Her roundish face looked as though it had once been pretty. Now she was pale, her brownish hair cut short, her expression lifeless, her eyes seemed black and dead.

"We have no souls," said another girl with long black hair that covered most of her face. She stood with her arms crossed in front of her, her hands on her elbows. She nodded her head once toward the first girl. "That's what she said."

I didn't know what a soul was, but I didn't think I had one. . . .


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