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R.I.P. Kage Baker

January 31, 2010 at 7:06 pm
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Kage Baker has passed away this morning, from cancer.

I was saddened to hear the news. I did not know Kage well, but I had the chance to meet her a couple of years ago, when the two of us were Guests of Honor together at a small con in Madison, Wisconsin, and she was great company. Lively, intelligent, good-humored, full of life.

She was also a damn fine writer. She contributed a Cugel the Clever story, “The Green Bird,” to SONGS OF THE DYING EARTH, the Jack Vance tribute anthology I co-edited with Gardner Dozois, and captured Cugel perfectly, no mean feat. I would have loved to have had the chance to buy more stories from her for future anthologies.

Check out her books, if you’re not familiar with them. Flowers and donations and tributes are all well and good, but I’ve always felt that the best way to remember any writer is to read their work. Kage’s work deserves to be read and reread for many years to come. It’s sad to think there won’t be any more of it.

Goodbye, Kage. We hardly knew ya.

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And Speaking of Snow…

January 31, 2010 at 6:48 pm
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… here’s a peek at the latest painted miniatures from Dark Sword, Tom Meier’s lovely sculpt of Sansa building her snow castle, painted by the incomparable Marike Reimer.

The figure… along with all the other Dark Sword miniatures… is available at your favorite gaming store, or direct from Dark Sword at Of course, they come unpainted. To get a painted version for your shelf, you either need to pick up the brushes your own self, or hired one of the many talented painting services out there.

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Don’t Go Wiggy On Me Now…

January 31, 2010 at 6:42 pm
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… but I have indeed finished that Jon Snow chapter, and I think it doesn’t suck.

That doesn’t mean the book is done. Still more to write. Just sayin’

Santa Fe has warmed up some and the snow is starting to melt here. I think that may mean I have to go back to Meereen again, at least until another storm blows in.

(Who says writers are superstitious?)

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