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The Mote in Bird’s Eye; or, Note Attached to a Frozen Corpse Retrieved from Deep Space - Lightspeed Magazine
The Mote in Bird’s Eye; or, Note Attached to a Frozen Corpse Retrieved from Deep Space - Lightspeed Magazine
Dear Aunt Harriet, If you’re reading this note it means you survived. That’s wonderful news: I always loved you the most. The notes I sent out with Aunt Anita and the cousins are friendly letters, I promise, us being kin and all, and I surely hope they survive too. But I’m happiest about you.
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The Mote in Bird’s Eye; or, Note Attached to a Frozen Corpse Retrieved from Deep Space - Lightspeed Magazine
Saturday’s Song - Lightspeed Magazine
Saturday’s Song - Lightspeed Magazine
The seven siblings sit in a place beyond the boundaries of space and time, where everything is made of stories. Even them. Especially them. People are made of stories too, but only the versions of their stories that they tell themselves. Curated, limited, incomplete. Many of the stories people tell themselves are lies layered on partially-perceived things to give their lives structure and meaning. The siblings that sit beyond sit true, for they are made of all the stories that were, that are, that are to come.
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Saturday’s Song - Lightspeed Magazine
Golubash, Or Wine-Blood-War-Elegy - Lightspeed Magazine
Golubash, Or Wine-Blood-War-Elegy - Lightspeed Magazine
The difficulties of transporting wine over interstellar distances are manifold. Wine is, after all, like a child. It can bruise. It can suffer trauma—sometimes the poor creature can recover; sometimes it must be locked up in a cellar until it learns to behave itself. Sometimes it is irredeemable. I ask that you greet the seven glasses before you tonight not as simple fermented grapes, but as the living creatures they are, well-brought up, indulged but not coddled, punished when necessary, shyly seeking your approval with clasped hands and slicked hair.
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Golubash, Or Wine-Blood-War-Elegy - Lightspeed Magazine
Traveller’s Rest - Lightspeed Magazine
Traveller’s Rest - Lightspeed Magazine
It was an apocalyptic sector. Out of the red-black curtain of the forward sight-barrier, which at this distance from the Frontier shut down a mere twenty metres north, came every sort of meteoric horror: fission and fusion explosions, chemical detonations, a super-hail of projectiles of all sizes and basic velocities, sprays of nerve-paralysants and thalamic dopes.
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Traveller’s Rest - Lightspeed Magazine
The Myth of Rain - Lightspeed Magazine
The Myth of Rain - Lightspeed Magazine
Female spotted owls have a call that doesn’t sound like it should come from a bird of prey. It’s high-pitched and unrealistic, like a squeaky toy that’s being squeezed just a little bit too hard. Lots of people who hear them in the woods don’t even realize that they’ve heard an owl. They assume it’s a bug, or a dog running wild through the evergreens, beloved chewy bone clenched tightly in its jaws.
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The Myth of Rain - Lightspeed Magazine
Dragonflies - Lightspeed Magazine
Dragonflies - Lightspeed Magazine
The dragonfly hung in the thick, humid air like a jeweled miracle, wings beating so fast that they became a blur. Its body was an oil slick of shifting colors, greens and blues and purples, blending together in patterns that would have seemed garish if they hadn’t been natural. It had a cocker spaniel clutched in four of its six legs.
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Dragonflies - Lightspeed Magazine
The Knight of Chains, the Deuce of Stars - Lightspeed Magazine
The Knight of Chains, the Deuce of Stars - Lightspeed Magazine
The tower is a black spire upon a world whose only sun is a million starships wrecked into a mass grave. Light the color of fossils burns from the ships, and at certain hours, the sun casts shadows that mutter the names of vanquished cities and vanished civilizations. It is said that when the tower’s sun finally darkens, the universe’s clocks will stop.
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The Knight of Chains, the Deuce of Stars - Lightspeed Magazine
The Way Home - Lightspeed Magazine
The Way Home - Lightspeed Magazine
The demon, like all the others before it, appeared first in the form of a horizontal plume of rust-red grit and vapor. Almost a kilometer away, it moved low to the ground, camouflaged by the waves of hot, shimmering air that rose from the desert hardpan. Lieutenant Matt Whitebird watched it for many seconds before he was sure it was more than a mirage. Then he announced to his squad, “Incoming."
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The Way Home - Lightspeed Magazine
And Men Will Mine the Mountain for Our Souls - Lightspeed Magazine
And Men Will Mine the Mountain for Our Souls - Lightspeed Magazine
Always had the sages known that they would come. The first princess, in her bed of jewels and smelted gold, had dreamt of them; dreamt their terrible faces, their terrible claws, their endless hunger that is greater than the mountain and deeper than the deepest-diving seam. She had wept in the night, to have such dreams, and some say that her death---as the deaths of all princesses since her---came hard and early, because she could not know the peace of slumber.
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And Men Will Mine the Mountain for Our Souls - Lightspeed Magazine
Under the Sea of Stars - Lightspeed Magazine
Under the Sea of Stars - Lightspeed Magazine
We have traveled here, to this most innocuous of country landscapes, to make good on a promise made by my grandfather, Carlton Whitmore, to a girl he loved in his youth. How foolish that sounds, writ down so! But it is true. Grandfather met her on the banks of the Bolton Strid, where she stood naked and confused, water drying on her skin. His notes state that she knew no modesty, and that “she was pale as the belly of a deep-river fish."
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Under the Sea of Stars - Lightspeed Magazine
Hello, Hello - Lightspeed Magazine
Hello, Hello - Lightspeed Magazine
Tasha’s avatar smiled from the screen, a little too perfect to be true. That was a choice, just like everything else about it: When we’d installed my sister’s new home system, we had instructed it to generate avatars that looked like they had escaped the uncanny valley by the skins of their teeth. It was creepy, but the alternative was even creepier. Tasha didn’t talk. Her avatar did. Having them match each other perfectly would have been . . . wrong. “So I’ll see you next week?” she asked.
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Hello, Hello - Lightspeed Magazine
EP543: Rock, Paper, Scissors, Love, Death - Escape Pod
EP543: Rock, Paper, Scissors, Love, Death - Escape Pod
AUTHOR: Caroline M. Yoachim NARRATOR: Nicola Seaton-Clark HOST: Tina Connolly This story was originally published by Lightspeed. Discuss on our forums. For a list of all Escape Pod stories, authors and narrators, visit our Wikia Thank you for visiting us on Facebook and Twitter about the author… Caroline M. Yoachim lives in Seattle and loves cold cloudy weather. Her fiction has …
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EP543: Rock, Paper, Scissors, Love, Death - Escape Pod
EP553: Water Finds Its Level - Escape Pod
EP553: Water Finds Its Level - Escape Pod
AUTHOR: M. Bennardo NARRATOR: Khaalidah Muhammad-Ali HOST: Norm Sherman Water Finds Its Level was originally published in Lightspeed Magazine. (May 2013) Discuss on our forums. For a list of all Escape Pod stories, authors and narrators, visit our Wikia Thank you for visiting us on Facebook and Twitter about the author… Matthew Bennardo lives in Ohio. He co-edited the science-fiction anthology Machine of Death, […]
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EP553: Water Finds Its Level - Escape Pod
EP543: Rock, Paper, Scissors, Love, Death - Escape Pod
EP543: Rock, Paper, Scissors, Love, Death - Escape Pod
AUTHOR: Caroline M. Yoachim NARRATOR: Nicola Seaton-Clark HOST: Tina Connolly This story was originally published by Lightspeed. Discuss on our forums. For a list of all Escape Pod stories, authors and narrators, visit our Wikia Thank you for visiting us on Facebook and Twitter about the author… Caroline M. Yoachim lives in Seattle and loves cold cloudy weather. Her fiction has […]
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EP543: Rock, Paper, Scissors, Love, Death - Escape Pod
Escape Pod 668: The Harmonic Resonance of Ejiro Anaborhi
Escape Pod 668: The Harmonic Resonance of Ejiro Anaborhi
The Harmonic Resonance of Ejiro Anaborhi by Wole Talabi The spindly, sleek ship hurtled forward at hyperliminal speed, blurring its own intricately patterned design in six dimensions and wrecking the fabric of space–time in its wake. Its captain adjusted the dial on the control panel, accelerating the ship three thousand lightspeed units faster in Planck …
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Escape Pod 668: The Harmonic Resonance of Ejiro Anaborhi