Stepping off the elevator platform, I can’t help but stop to take in the view of the city. Around us, artificial trees stretch up so . . .

We left Earth today.

My ma drove me up to Sutherland Spaceport herself, and I left Edinburgh behind.

She looked round the room and its sham antique oak, all solemn lines of fiddley curlicues. A great sloped mirror showed herself. Being still very . . .

Thomas Erskine is likely to be the first Scot to have written a science fiction novel

Gay Hunter is a delightful surprise from a well-known Scottish author – someone who is never first associated with science fiction.

Despite numerous accomplishments in his lifetime – as a publisher, historian, politician and statesman – John Buchan is chiefly remembered now as the author of . . .

Whit is this race, tae colonise every inch o place?
Tae conteena tae mak a case, that tae diskiver a new race
or . . .

Dust hazes sun, like an eclipse. The dancers come, hips angular, double copper castanet click, singing the beasts from the shadows.

He beams himself up
town to where it’s busiest.
The people of this planet like to congregate
in places of religious . . .