Brian in 1970
New York Times Best Selling Author
Brian Daley, author

Brian Daley on dock in Arnold, MD

"Not a bad planet, as
a matter of fact.  
Practicing law for
money there will 
earn you public
impalement."

Space and Thyme 
Ragout

A grand spree across
Immensity

From A Tapestry 
of Magics
That evening he returned
home, supposedly from 
visiting Jack McKinny,  
a former squadmate in   
 the LURPs.                   

 From Doomfarers
 of Coramonde

Even though Brian died in 1996 of pancreatic cancer at the age of 49, this is his official website. 

He led and inspired the nation,
This praiseworthy son of creation,
But although we'll all miss him,
It's time to off-kiss him,
In the int'rests of good sanitation!

From Jinx on a Terran Inheritance
by Brian Daley

"You think a little thing like death is going to slow us down?" 

Han Solo, per Brian Daley

First, a message from Brian:


Greetings...and farewell.

I hope and believe that I'll be forgiven by all of you whom I didn't contact personally since the diagnosis of my cancer.  The hardships of treatment combined with the pressures of preparation for my operation left little time to collect thoughts and calm, and I simply couldn't make all the calls and write all the letters it would have taken to contact everyone for whom I care and who, I know, cares for me.  You were in my thoughts, and now I'm in yours; that will have to suffice us in this imperfect world.

Your good thoughts and prayers would be welcome now no less than when I was alive.  I hold it as an article of faith that there are many paths to the Light, and one day we'll get to do the catching up we missed this time around.

My love and best wishes to all.  My life, even these last days, has been one of exceptional good fortune, luminous joys and gifts, and the people who came to be important to me were foremost among these.

Until we meet again...

BRIAN
7/26/95

News! "Doomfarers" has been republished.  So if you've worn out your old copy, now you can get a new one on Amazon.com.

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Still Quant would've piped Satan aboard with twenty-one guns and  two dozen sideboys if it had held promise of keeping his ship safe.

Wavelets closed around the dome like silty champagne, and the WHOAsuit sank beneath water as murky as Lucifer's id.

Hippo was the engineer who had tinkered together Aquamarine's first muscle car to amuse himself during the survey mission.  Powered by semi-alive bundles of freshwater mollusk muscle from the Trans-Bourne and galvani stones from  the Scourlands...

From GammLAW , Broken Country

ŠLucia St. Clair Robson 2004 - 2008

 

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