I stood next to Charles Stross at Eastercon a couple of years ago. He was signing books in the dealer hall. I didn’t know who he was until he walked away and I could see which books he’d signed. At that point I’d not read any of his work, so I was relieved that I’d not spoken to him and had to admit as much. I was very pleased therefore to be reading Wireless, the new short story collection that showcases his work with stories ranging from flash fiction to novella length.
Read the rest of my review at SF Crowsnest.
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