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On the Impurity of Dragon-kind - Uncanny Magazine
Before I begin, I feel that I should mention the people who made it possible for me to stand before you now. Unfortunately neither my mother nor my father can be here with me today, but my Uncle Matthew and Aunt Bess are, and I thank them both for a…
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Ribbons - Uncanny Magazine
White Rose, Red Rose - Uncanny Magazine
The North Pole Workshops - Uncanny Magazine
Ina’s Spark - Uncanny Magazine
The Night Dance - Uncanny Magazine
The Haunting of Dr. Claudius Winterson - Uncanny Magazine
How to Safely Store Your Magical Artifacts After Saving the World - Uncanny Magazine
Burn or The Episodic Life of Sam Wells as a Super - Uncanny Magazine
If the Martians Have Magic - Uncanny Magazine
Where Oaken Hearts Do Gather - Uncanny Magazine
The Wishing Pool - Uncanny Magazine
Colors of the Immortal Palette - Uncanny Magazine
Unseelie Brothers, Ltd. - Uncanny Magazine
You Perfect, Broken Thing - Uncanny Magazine
My Country Is a Ghost - Uncanny Magazine
Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Excellence - Uncanny Magazine
The Inaccessibility of Heaven - Uncanny Magazine
Night. A night like any other in Starhollow: the headlights of cars, small and lost between the skyscrapers; the smell of hydromel and wine wafting from those few bars still open; and above me, the distant light of the stars, a constant reminder of …
Immortal Coil - Uncanny Magazine
[Marlowe] persuades men to Atheism willing them not to be afeard of bugbeares and hobgoblins, and vtterly scorning both god and his ministers Marlowe is going to outlive him. Of this, he is sure. He has seen him on the streets of Blackfriars, of Southwark, in Bladder Lane, near Aldgate… He can pretend to be […]
The Chameleon's Gloves - Uncanny Magazine
Rhehan hated museums, but their partner Liyeusse had done unmentionable things to the ship’s stardrive the last time the two of them had fled the authorities, and the repairs had drained their savings. Which was why Rhehan was on a station too close to the more civilized regions of the dustways, flirting with a tall, […]
From the Archives of the Museum of Eerie Skins: An Account - Uncanny Magazine