A Wielder Does Not Know Regret – Katherine Karch
You are walking down a winter road that carves a gentle arc through a forest of hemlock and fir.
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We, You, and the Gallery – Alex Penland
We had thought ourselves safe, but then you found us in our little ship.
The Antidote for Longing I – Karl Dandenell
Part 1 The soldiers made no secret of their arrival; far from it. The lead pair of riders galloped into the outer courtyard below, scattering the peacocks, who set up a furious and discordant song …
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The Draining – Matt Hornsby – Metaphorosis Magazine
It is strange to imagine that serpent-men might love serpents. After all, they go to great lengths to wreak destruction on the beasts, travelling far out on the fickle and changing sea to slay them. One might not imagine, too, that serpent-men love …
Seven Scraps Unwritten – L. Chan – Metaphorosis Magazine
The first catechism of Eulalia is DIVERSITY LEADS TO STRENGTH. Its sigil is a square made of four interlocked components, reminiscent of hands each grasping the wrist of the next, forming a box. via Pocket
Clod-Shodden – J.J. Drew – Metaphorosis Magazine
There were many in the beginning, dozens of basil seedlings basking under the warm sky and nodding dreamily at one another as if to say, “you’re growing, as am I, and that is right and good. via Pocket
Revitalized – Jason P. Burnham – Metaphorosis Magazine
As she trudged down the alley, out of sight of the grey uniforms, Cenessa saw a small puddle. But how? via Pocket
Sonata III: Canta – L. Chan – Metaphorosis Magazine
Sona, on a quest for vengeance, has enlisted help of the Six Named to play a piece of heretical Music composed by his mother, the Lady Kristyk. via Pocket
Sonata II: Shailani – L. Chan – Metaphorosis Magazine
Sonata II Shailani – L. Chan – Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/38vK5Rj This is part 2 of L. Chan’s novella, Sonata. Part 1 ran in January 2020. What has gone before: Sona has travelled north, up the lawless swathes of the Periphery of the Empire Sound. He’s enlisted the help of Shailani, a former soldier with the Imper…
The Propagator – Simone Kern – Metaphorosis Magazine
There’s a packet of powder taped to my inner thigh, and it feels like the plastic is burning a hole through my leg. Two police officers wave me towards the chem-detecting archway—one last hurdle before I can board the ferry. via Pocket The Propagator – Simone Kern – Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/343ZdEC
Donald Q. Haute, Gentleman Inquisitator, and the Peril of the Pythogator – David A. Hewitt – Metaphorosis Magazine
Donald Q. Haute, Gentleman Inquisitator, and the Peril of the Pythogator – David A. Hewitt – Metaphorosis Magazine
Inquisitator’s Log: July 11, 20—; 11:53 pm The Donald Q. Haute residence, Springstump Township The electromail came in the night, heralded by a ping from my desktop computing-box. via Pocket
There is a City, He Told Me – Evan James Sheldon – Metaphorosis Magazine
There is a city where the outer walls shift and entrances dance away, so that a passerby might think they are merely approaching from the wrong side. via Pocket There is a City, He Told Me – Evan James Sheldon – Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2TqS2TA
The Eighth Fathom – Chris Panatier – Metaphorosis Magazine
There is a City, He Told Me – Evan James Sheldon – Metaphorosis Magazine
The Propagator – Simone Kern – Metaphorosis Magazine
Grow, Divide, Sacrifice, Thrive – Jo Miles – Metaphorosis Magazine
Grow, Divide, Sacrifice, Thrive – Jo Miles – Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/39vCMuj The circular driveway at the Randolph family house was already full when Chris arrived, packed tight with cars all the way out to the curb, so Chris parked on the street. via Pocket
The Eighth Fathom – Chris Panatier – Metaphorosis Magazine
The Eighth Fathom – Chris Panatier – Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2TtaoDv In a past beyond the reach of time’s measure, we fell from the Galaxy Beam and into the waters of a primordial world. From the shattered wreckage of our Great Hull, we salvaged the ascension core and dove into the salted darkness. via Pocket
Just a Fire – A. Martine – Metaphorosis Magazine
Some Sun and Delilah – B. Morris Allen – Metaphorosis Magazine
Favorites from Here and Abroad – Peter T. Donahue – Metaphorosis Magazine
Two giant polyps were nibbling at the husk of a shopping mall some miles off. I was focused on a sludge-tower, though, just a half mile down the hill from me. I’d have to pass it. via Pocket
The Last Duty – Dawn Lloyd – Metaphorosis Magazine
With Eyes Half Open – Frances Pauli – Metaphorosis Magazine
L’Appel du Vide – Rajiv Moté – Metaphorosis Magazine
On Friday morning, the ambient heaviness in his boss’s tiny office threatened to bend Isaac double, and his ears ached from the pressure in the air. via Pocket L’Appel du Vide – Rajiv Moté – Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2WwLdhP
Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost – Douglas Anstruther – Metaphorosis Magazine
The Nature of Glass – Sandi Leibowitz – Metaphorosis Magazine
Whispers from the Jewish quarter about the raising of a golem. A clock where every hour Death pursued sins and set them quaking. Astronomy, botany, art. Bohemia in the days of Rudolf II was famed f…
The Heresy Machine – Gerald Warfield – Metaphorosis Magazine
Goranth struggled up the cracked and crumbling stairs of the ancient tunnel. His squat build, typical of the Dunn, rendered him ill-suited for climbing. His short legs trembled, his tail stump ache…
The Sea Bank of Svalbard South – Octavia Cade – Metaphorosis Magazine
Lizzy thought she’d be spared the burying of him. She’d looked for Bryan in the dark waters, in wind and rain until night fell and searching was useless. After three days she thought the sea had ta…
Comes the Tinker – Karl Dandenell – Metaphorosis Magazine
As always, they heard the children first. Even in the strictest, most conservative towns, somehow, a few of the youngest or bravest managed to slip out to the road and wait for them. In other place…