We lay on the rough edges of crumbling rock, the Balearic sea spread like a silken blanket an angel blue that makes the sky crack open...

In the margin of summer, I stand naked and barefooted on the edge of the Mediterranean. I wade into this pool of undying energy, this...

The Novikov Consistency Principle does not give space to the dreaminess of possibility, but the concrete nature that what has happened...

Prologues usually irritate me. They read as a clumsy info dump, and can often ruin a book by congesting the reader with too many back...

He lives in his off white finca in Southern Ibiza. When he comes home, he drinks three glasses of pinot blanc and plays reggae fusion...