Find a Way Home by Paul Cornell - Uncanny Magazine Issue Six short fiction.

The Oiran's Song by Isabel Yap - Uncanny Magazine Issue Six short fiction.

The Practical Witch's Guide to Acquiring Real Estate by A.C. Wise in Uncanny: A Magazine of Science Fiction and Fantasy Issue Four.

You Are Two Point Three Miles From Your Destination by Fran Wilde

Young Woman in a Garden by Delia Sherman in Uncanny: A Magazine of Science Fiction and Fantasy Issue Four.

In Libres by Elizabeth Bear in Uncanny: A Magazine of Science Fiction & Fantasy Issue Four.

Restore the Heart into Love by John Chu in Uncanny: A Magazine of Science Fiction and Fantasy Issue Four.

"Woman at Exhibition" by E. Lily Yu in Uncanny Magazine Issue Five.

"The Rainbow Flame" by Shveta Thakrar in Uncanny Magazine Issue Five.

Three Voices by Lisa Bolekaja in Uncanny: A Magazine of Science Fiction and Fantasy Issue Four.

The Nalendar by Ann Leckie. Uncanny Magazine Issue Two. Short fiction.

Pockets by Amal El-Mohtar. Uncanny Magazine Issue Two. Short fiction.

Anyone With a Care for Their Image by Richard Bowes. Uncanny Magazine Issue Two. Short fiction.

Ivory Darts, Golden Arrows by Maria Dahvana Headley

Translatio Corporis by Kat Howard, Uncanny Magazine Issue Three

The Lamps Thereof Are Fire and Flame by Rosamund Hodge

Dr. Polingyouma's Machine by Emily Devenport

When the Circus Lights Down by Sarah Pinsker

Those by Sofia Samatar

In the House of the Seven Librarians by Ellen Klages

I considered declining the invitation. It was too weird, too expensive, too far, too dangerous, too weird. Way too weird. An invitation like that would never come again. I’d regret it if I didn’t go. It lay on our kitchen table for three weeks while I argued out the pros and cons with Mabel. She …

His skin wasn’t brown, or even a man’s skin any more, but instead glistening, polished alabaster. They’d even cast his inner ear in the stuff, and his fingernails; Akeem was willing to bet that Cai…

I am starving. Performing miracles for you—manifesting money from the air; deconstructing diseases; repairing broken bodies, imbalanced minds—costs me energy, and entropy nickel-and-dimes my soul day by day. So my hunger never leaves me, only grows. And there is no food for me here; I have foresworn eating anyone else. I am resigned to die. …

The basement of Satellite City’s main library was made up of several levels dug deep into the earth. Even this early, several hours before dawn, each level was filled with scholars poring over old documents, students fetching and carrying, and stewa…

The client lies slumped across my shoulders. I have an arm around his thigh, another around his upper arm. His immaculately tailored silk pajamas are soft against my hand. They must feel amazing on his body. Right now, the client may as well be a loaded barbell, except his body gives and his weight shifts …

It looks like a door, but it isn’t. It just wears the shape of it, like a wolf greasing itself in sheep fat. Here is what it isn’t—an ending or beginning, a snail of a fist or a palm-up platform waiting for a virgin’s deer-quick heart, a spindle upon which to spin out the yarn …

Allpa received the magic sword from his grandmother, as she lay dying. “I’m afraid I don’t really need a sword, grandma,” he said. “No, nor do you deserve it,” she snapped at him. She was a fierce old woman with a nose like a hawk’s beak and skin falling away in folds from her cheekbones. …

Suddenly people remembered older stories, the kind where people die, and are reborn, and birth is difficult. The end of the world just made it worse.

Singapore stank. The last Asian post of the British empire stank. It was a country at war, a country under occupation, and it stank. It stank from the musk of the Chinese men milling on the road, it stank from the sewage cooking in the open drains, and it stank from the diesel burning in …

Meerschon Grant Selection Committee— I understand that only one of these proposals you’re reading will be funded. One out of what I’m sure will be hundreds, if not thousands. And that’s just from the research community. Once scholars from other fields learn that this opportunity isn’t limited to the sciences—that they can read the Dead …