Fantasycon 2011

Conrad will be at the Royal Albion Hotel in Brighton for this year’s Fantasycon (30 September – 2 October) although due to work commitments, he’ll have to leave on the Saturday night, after his reading at 8pm in room 134. Conrad will be moderating a panel on making a living as a writer at 3pm […]

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Gutshot Teaser no. 20

White Butterflies by Stephen Volk They rode past six dead cows lying bloated and stiff-legged. Liver, blood, genetic diseases, sicknesses like Papa’s. All because of contaminated land soaked with liquid propellant for forty years. The old folk who worried about rockets dropping on their heads had no idea of the toxic heptyl infecting the ground […]

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Gutshot Teaser no. 19

Some Kind of Light Shines from Your Face by Gemma Files Joe’d been a handsome young man once, ‘fore them Europe kings and such got to squabbling with each other. Now he took tickets with a bag over his head ’til it was time to stump up on-stage and exhibit himself, making women and kids […]

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Gutshot Teaser no. 18

Splinters by Peter Crowther & Rio Youers Fifteen men left Retribution that afternoon, all dead-eye gunslingers, fire in their eyes and grit in their souls. Less than half would ride back, and them that did would never be the same. They saw bad and did worse, and something inside them broke forever. They spilled bullets […]

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Gutshot Teaser no. 17

Ghosts by Amanda Hemingway He came. Tall he stood among the warriors, tall as a god, his body copper-brown in the sunlight, and the sweat-gloss rippled over the flex-and-swell of his muscles. But a leader needs more than sweat and muscle, and the look in his eyes was as cunning as a coyote and as […]

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Gutshot Teaser no. 16

Kiss the Wolf by Simon Bestwick I had a gun too, but it was useless against them. I knew because I’d tried. I’d shot one of them three times, chest and face- if you can call a slitted helmet beneath a wide-brimmed hat a face- and knocked it to the ground, but it’d only shaken […]

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Gutshot Teaser no. 15

The Alabaster Child by Cat Sparks Old Chaedy had been mighty sure of himself. I understood why when I caught sight of the raw blue wall of power, with its roiling clouds and stabbing forks of lightning. The blooming Tide held the whole town to ransom. Pots boiled over, prospectors stopped their bickering mid-feud.

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Gutshot Teaser no. 14

The Boy Thug by Christopher Fowler He found a brick of bills thick enough to keep them warm through the winter. He allowed his best men to send small amounts of money home. There was also a cloth filled with gemstones, blood-red crystals the size of coat buttons, but they had no way of fencing […]

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Gutshot Teaser no. 13

All Our Hearts are Ghosts by Peter Atkins “Quiet on set!” a voice yelled, and Henry froze in place like everyone else not actively involved in the shot. From a few yards behind the director’s chair he watched as, up on the chapel roof and on the shout of action, an older man—lean, wiry, wearing […]

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Gutshot Teaser no. 12

El Camino de Rojo by Gary McMahon Beneath the layer of dust on the man’s face, Badge could make out scars. They were not deep, those scars, but there were many, and they made a pattern across his cheeks, like stitch-marks in a knitted quilt. “You got a name, stranger?”

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