Rhiannon Rasmussen

a rant on genre and writing

It's 3AM when you're awoken by a telephone ringing, but the person on the other end claims you called them.

a dark science-fiction novella about corporate colonialism and bug aliens

feelings about art/writing and publishing, boiled into words

"My wife ripped Izuvechov apart. They were both so happy."

Your brother's bones turn as smoothly and shine as brightly as the oil-coated joints of the mechanism they guide.

The end of a war, the end of understanding...?

Two forms of life, incompatible with each other, collide.

Survival, attraction, zombies.

A ghost, an alchemist, and an obsession.

The Snow Queen, from the coolest character's point of view