The night she came back, the Cut bled dimensions off onto the City … like every other night.
Armando Saldana
Armando Saldaña is over one hundred years old and has spent every one of them secretly plotting to take over the world, so far unsuccessfully. Yeats dubbed him the “Wickedest Man in the World,” but the popular press thought he was talking about Aleister Crowley. A vagabond by trade, he did some soldiering with Sun Yat-sen, as well as Pancho Villa, while also getting drunk with Picasso and Modigliani at Monet’s house on Giverny, before eventually doing a spot of bootlegging Canadian whisky and English gin into New York during the 1920s where he made his first fortune, which he promptly lost in the ’29 Crash. He is the author of several short story collections, among them One of Our Shanghais is Missing (2011), One Night in Bangkok (2009), and The World According to Kane (2000). His fiction has appeared in a variety of venues, including Rudy Rucker’s Flurb Magazine and The World SF Blog. He lives in Mexico City, paying obscene amounts of rent. Then again, he’s a writer so you probably shouldn’t believe a word he says.
