Tails of the Apocalypse

A Word from Steven Savile

I used to say that I didn’t write stories; I wrote little pieces of me. Sure, that’s a bit pretentious, but the idea is that the author puts a lot of himself into his work, and in this case, there’s M, my wife (so not quite Em), and Buster. I was raised in Langley Vale on the Downs in Epsom, and it’s one of the few places in the world that truly feels like home. So, when I was asked to write something for this collection, it felt only right that it should be a sort of homecoming. They say you can never go home again. I like to think that isn’t true.

That’s the thing: I’ve changed a lot as I’ve grown older. I used to be all about the adventure. I’ve toured the States, backpacked across Europe; hell, I’ve even upped sticks and emigrated to Sweden, but now all I really crave from life are the simple things, and all of those are at home. So, just like the Steve in the story, I like to think I’d move Heaven and Earth to get back there when the End came. Sorry, I mean if… if the End came… if.

Steve’s latest novel is Sunfail.