I begin to think the world is made of rain. The other evening, when the sun came out so incongruously, I couldn’t shake the feeling it was mid-afternoon at nine o’clock at night.
Yesterday, a flood. The wind has swept through mercilessly, and I fear for my small, fresh-sprung garden growth. The rain came down like mallets, on and off, but never quite letting go its grip on the darkling world.
And in some respects, I can feel it. I have tears in my heart. I watch the world go by divided, angry and untrusting, and I remember being small. Continue reading
CD: Kerry, your first novel, A Star Curiously Singing, is set in a futuristic world where cybernetic/nanotechnology is used to enforce the principles of Islamic shari’a. Your two main characters are enslaved through a brain implant which only allows them to think certain (obedient) things. In addition, though, one of them is enslaved by her culture’s perspective on gender. This really becomes clear in the sequel, The Superlative Stream.
KN: I can, but how do I do so without giving away too much? Hmmm… 
