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Sat
Jun 4 2011 5:19pm

Joel Rosenberg, who died on June 2, 2011, was the author of over twenty science fiction, fantasy, and mystery novels, including the popular Guardians of the Flame fantasy series. Born in Canada on May 1, 1954, he grew up in North Dakota and Connecticut, and spent most of his adult life in Minneapolis. He was also a poker player, a pro-gun activist (who taught a widely-respected course in firearms), a musician, and a friend.

There will be more later from those who know more details, but I want to mention a few things. One is that he put himself out considerably to pull me out of a bad living situation. Another is that I know that for several years he had to win at least $50 a month at poker to pay his rent, and he did. Another is that in the last couple of months, since I returned to Minneapolis, we made music together several times and it was a joy. Another is that when I travel to conventions, I meet fans of his Guardians of the Flame series and it always pleases me. Another is that I really, really like his book D’Shai and the sequels.

He is survived by his wife, Felicia Herman, and his daughters Judy and Rachel.

I wish I could do better at this. I liked him, I respected him, and I’m going to miss him.

Other coverage: Locus. io9. David Dyer-Bennet.

Tue
Mar 29 2011 10:35am
Excerpt
Steven Brust

Tiassa by Steven BrustPlease enjoy this excerpt from Steven Brust’s Tiassa, the latest book of the Vlad Taltos series, out today, March 29th from Tor Books. For more good times in the Draegaran Empire, check out his original short story, “The Desecrator,” here on Tor.com.

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Prologue

 

Sethra greeted me with the words, “There’s someone I’d like you to meet, Vlad.” I had expected something more like, “What are you doing here?” as I’d shown up at Dzur Mountain without any advance warning. But then, if Sethra Lavode had been accustomed to do the expected, she wouldn’t have been Sethra Lavode.

I had been visiting my friend Morrolan, who had been kind enough teleport me to Dzur Mountain, and after a long climb up a wide and tiring staircase I had found her in a library, reading a book that looked like it must have weighed ten pounds.

My familiar noticed it as well. “It’s not a book, Boss. It’s a weapon. It lands on you, and that’s it.”

 “I think you’re right.”

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Wed
Mar 2 2011 8:30am
Original Story
Steven Brust

I’m guessing you knew the desecrator would be there, and just didn’t tell me because, well, for your own reasons.

Sorry, sorry. In order, then. From the beginning?

You were the one who said sarcasm was—Yes, m’lady.

It was several days ago that you sent me—Barlen’s balls. All right.

It was early in the morning of the third day of the month of the Phoenix in the 230th year of the Reign of Her Glorious Majesty Zerika the Fourth that you sent me to meet the desecrator. Well, sorry! You sent me to the place where I ended up meeting the desecrator. Is that better? I don’t know what you know. That’s kind of funny when you—okay, I’ll just say that I left Dzur Mountain on the third day of the month of the Phoenix in the 230th year, all right?

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