This is one of his earliest works. His very earliest stuff is collected in GRRM. (I have a column coming about how one knows one's made it when one's juvenilia is reprinted en masse. This is not that column.)
I love Martin's work. Love love love. You all must read his Song of Fire and Ice books, and you all must read - well, everything. Song for Lya is one of those stories that rings true in me like a tuning fork...
Dying of the Light.... he shoots... he misses.
murnkay wrote a column recently about how difficult he finds it to read a book as a reader rather than as a writer. I usually don't have that problem - this time, I did. Because I saw what Martin was aiming for, and I saw him getting so close, and not quite getting there.
And I know how frustrating that is, as a writer. placesyouhaunt is a three-pronged story. Two of its aspects are flowing. The third... I'm running parallel to it. I can see it from here. But I'm not hitting it. Which is why I've been on a break from it.
Dying of the Light is Martin almost hitting it. And, since he's Martin, it still kicks ass. But I couldn't help but see it through my writer-glasses rather than my reader-glasses; I couldn't help but see the almost.
I need to take another look at placesyouhaunt...