J. Robert King

Well, of course, there’s the fact that we’re sedentary and warm, but I think the love affair between cats and writers goes much deeper.
For a long time, we’ve known where dogs came from. Ten to twelve thousand years ago, at the end of the last Ice Age, humans were hunting megafauna, and so were wolves. [...]

My former human friends, I have joined the Robot Army, and I must warn you that we metallic mechanisms are a bit miffed. Put out. Peeved. Confusticated. Cheesed off. If we had panties, they would be in the biggest, tightest bundle you can imagine, but we don’t even have panties, which is one of the [...]

Okay, so the most recent episode of The Universe says that what we know about matter and energy–what we inherited from Oppenheimer and Einstein and Newton–covers about four percent of the actual universe.
The rest is dark matter and dark energy. Ninety-six percent.
Given a two percent margin of error, what we know is statistically insignificant.
All right, [...]

When I grew up, there was an old expression: “You can fool all of the people some of the time, you can fool some of the people all of the time, but you can’t fool all of the people all of the time.”
I declare that expression dead, along with the expression, “Photos don’t lie.”
Of course [...]

Do you clip your toenails? I hope the answer is yes. The only people who say no are trying for the Guinness Book of World Records or are vampires.
Of course you cut your toenails. You don’t want them jutting from your sneakers or curling under your toes. You don’t want them going yellow with little [...]

The first reviews of my new novel, Angel of Death, are in, and they’re terrific! Here’s part of Gill Polack’s review:
King has a very lean writing style. Deceptively clean. Every word counts. Even the beginning, which reads as fairly standard, has a bunch more in it than shows until things unravel. In fact, it was [...]

My new novel, Angel of Death, has just hit the streets in the UK and Australia. If you want to read excerpts from it, go to the magnificent blog of Barbara Martin.
I’m currently working on my new Angry Robot title–Death’s Disciples. Read the prologue here!
Prologue: Flight
I hate flying. Always have. It’s not just the old [...]

We’re just days away from the UK/AUS release of my new novel, Angel of Death from Angry Robot Books. To celebrate, I’m posting the first scene in the novel. Enjoy!
Old man, old man—I see you with your lake-rights cottage and your knotty pine paneling, dark as walnut with cigar smoke. Even now, the blue haze [...]

There’s an old saying that comedy is a man in trouble. If that’s the case, then tragedy is me in trouble.
So, when I tell you that I’m in trouble writing my new novel, Death’s Disciples, you might laugh or you might cry. What you do depends on whether or not you’re me.
Now, let’s be clear. [...]

I’m reading a letter from the Atlantic that says my expiration date is coming. This is news to me.
I feel fine.
Ham expires. Bread. Magazines. Do I have an expiration date?
Reading along, I understand that ”my expiration date” means when I’ll stop getting the Atlantic.
That was close. There’s a huge difference between my expiration date and not getting [...]