Author: treefell

You want fantasy? Here’s one… There’s this species that lives on a planet a few miles above molten rock and a few miles below a vacuum that’d suck the air right out of them. They live in a brief geological period between ice ages, when giant asteroids have temporarily stopped smacking into the surface. As far as they can tell, there’s nowhere else in the universe where they could stay alive for ten seconds.
And what do they call their fragile little slice of space and time? They call it real life. In a universe where it is known that whole galaxies can explode, they think there’s things like ‘natural justice’ and ‘destiny’. Some of them even believe in democracy…
I’m a fantasy writer, and even I find it all a bit hard to believe.

“Whose Fantasy Are You?” (1991), Terry Pratchett.
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Put your iTunes on shuffle and see the soundtrack to your life

Opening credits: “Agaetis byrjun” Sigur Ros
Waking up: “Sleepy Time In The Western World” Blitzen Trapper
Falling in love: “Felton Lonnin” Rachel Unthank & The Winterset
Breaking up: “Basement Scene” Deerhunter
Getting back together: “Too Far Gone” Neil Young
Wedding: “No” The Wedding Present
Birth of child: “Into The Valley” The Skids
Final battle: “Tasogare” Bill Wells & Aidan Moffat
Death scene: “I Got The Feelin” James Brown
Funeral song: “Oh My Golly” Frank Black
End credits: “Piano Sonata No 18 in E flat major Op 31, No 3 ‘La Chasse'” Ludwig Van Beethoven