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This advertisement is for Starter Villain, a new science fiction adventure from Hugo Award–winning author John Scalzi.

Meet the new boss.

JK this cat doesn’t work for Tor. At least, we’re pretty sure, with remote work it’s hard to tell who is and isn’t a cat. The person posting this could be a cat. You’d literally never know.

But we do know you should check out Starter Villain by John Scalzi, because it does have hyper intelligent cats working for a villainous organization.

WHAT THE BOOK IS ABOUT

When divorced substitute teacher Charlie’s long-lost uncle Jake dies, he’s not expecting much. Certainly not to inherit a supervillain business, complete with an island volcano lair, giant laser death rays, lava pits, and hyper-intelligent talking spy cats.

But it gets worse.

Because his uncle wasn’t just a supervillain. He was a supervillain who was in the middle of trying to take down the other supervillains. Somewhere along the way he decided that the rich, soulless predators back by multinational corporations and venture capital were a bad idea. And they needed to be stopped.

They're "[a] bunch of dudes born into money who used that money to take advantage of other people to make even more money. It works great until they start believing that being rich makes them smart, and then they get in trouble."

I am both intrigued & gratified that you seem to pay special attention in your fics to both acknowledging and providing an experience of grief over the death of a character. For you, I have a three part Ask:

1. Have you ever experienced a fictional character loss that brought you to your knees, emotionally?

2. In your own writing, have you ever written a character’s death and regretted it? (Became too attached, yourself, to the character)

3. Bonus Question: you are in a unique situation, in that you are writing a fic in which there are predetermined truths (Canon so to speak) Do you ever wrestle with wanting to change something big - something REALLY BIG? Examples: Yularen does not die on the Death Star or even more preposterous, Alderaan is not destroyed.

Thank you for indulging my sleep deprivation at this time 🥴

Monseñor Óscar Romero (nato il 15 agosto del 1917 è morto ammazzato nel 1980 a San Salvador, città di cui era arcivescovo).

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