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When I write – and I’m sure most writers will recognize this – it’s less a case of deciding to sit down and write, for example, a space opera. I also love superheroes, urban fantasy, space opera, crime, and noir. My answer to this is pretty simple: I write what I love. I’m often asked why – and how – I write across different genres. So… science fiction writer? Hmm, sometimes. And Hang Wire is urban fantasy, fair and square. Is that science fiction? Partly, but superheroes occupy a weird grey area all of their own. Seven Wonders is a superhero novel, all spandex and muscles and people shooting laser beams out of their eyes. Then again, looking back at my first four novels, are they really science fiction? Empire State and The Age Atomic are – they are at least based on a sci-fi idea, even if that idea is the stuff of pulp fiction, complete with a pulp detective as the lead character. I grew up with a love of spaceships and aliens and interplanetary adventure, so it’s perhaps a little odd that it’s only with my fifth novel that I finally explored this kind of story. While I consider myself to be a science fiction writer, The Burning Dark is my first published foray into space opera. But is the transmission just a random bit of static from the past-or a warning of an undying menace beyond mortal comprehension? Isolated and friendless, Cleveland reaches out to the universe via an old-fashioned subspace radio, only to tune into a strange, enigmatic signal: a woman’s voice that seems to echo across a thousand light-years of space. Alien shadows and whispers seem to haunt the lonely corridors and airlocks, fraying the nerves of everyone aboard. Persistent malfunctions plague the station’s systems while interference from a toxic purple star makes even ordinary communications problematic. The station’s reclusive Commandant is nowhere to be seen, leaving Cleveland to deal with a hostile crew on his own. But after saving a planet, and getting a bum robot knee in the process, he finds himself relegated to one of the most remote backwaters in Fleetspace to oversee the decommissioning of a semi-deserted space station well past its use-by date.īut all is not well aboard the U-Star Coast City. Back in the day, Captain Abraham Idaho Cleveland had led the Fleet into battle against an implacable machine intelligence capable of devouring entire worlds.