A plea for rescue, scrawled upon a scrap of cloth, sealed inside a corked bottle, bobbing on the currents of a wine-dark sea. An illuminated manuscript, once the master works of antiquity's greatest mathematician, now a palimpsest Gospel riding out the Dark Ages in a Celtic monastery. A cuneiform love letter pressed upon a clay tablet, baked, cherished, and rediscovered millennia hence in the ruins of a lost city.
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It's 1939. The Nazis have supermen, the British have demons, and one perfectly ordinary man is caught in the middle.
Coming soon from Tor books, edited by Hugo award-winner Patrick Nielsen Hayden:

It's 1939. The Nazis have supermen, the British have demons, and one perfectly ordinary man is caught in the middle.





On September 15, 1946, an alien retrovirus was released in the skies over Manhattan. The Wild Card killed 90% of those infected, twisted 90% of the survivors into hideous Jokers, and imbued the final 10% -- the Aces -- with strange and profound abilities.

In 2008, mutants and superpowers are as commonplace as reality television.


Now available, Suicide Kings, featuring work by Daniel Abraham, S. L. Farrell, Victor Milan, Melinda Snodgrass, Caroline Spector, and Ian Tregillis.




Now available: Busted Flush, featuring Ian's story "Political Science 101/201/301/401", co-written with Bud Simons.




Now available: Inside Straight, featuring Ian's story, "The Tin Man's Lament"


Read Ian's story "Come Dancefight, My Beloved Enemy" at Trabuco Road.
Ian's first Wild Cards story, "The Tin Man's Lament", is now available in Inside Straight.
Ian's next Wild Cards story, "Political Science 101/201/301/401", co-written with Bud Simons, is now available in Busted Flush.
Ian's adventures in writing for Wild Cards continue in Suicide Kings, the finale of the Committee Triad.
To be filled in at a later date with Ian's stream-of-consciousness rants railing against government-mandated medication for violent schizophrenics. But first they must be transcribed from the shopping bags where he has scrawled them in crayon.