Clarkesworld Magazine - Science Fiction & Fantasy : Reclamation by Ryan Row
Clarkesworld Magazine - Science Fiction & Fantasy : Alone, on the Wind by Karla Schmidt
Clarkesworld Magazine - Science Fiction & Fantasy : The Fish Merchant by Tobias S. Buckell
Clarkesworld Magazine - Science Fiction & Fantasy : A Stopped Clock by Madeline Ashby
Clarkesworld Magazine - Science Fiction & Fantasy : The Sentry Branch Predictor Spec: A Fairy Tale by John Chu
Clarkesworld Magazine - Science Fiction & Fantasy : Against the Stream by A Que
Clarkesworld Magazine - Science Fiction & Fantasy : Sephine and the Leviathan by Jack Schouten
Clarkesworld Magazine - Science Fiction & Fantasy : Lion Walk by Mary Rosenblum
Clarkesworld Magazine - Science Fiction & Fantasy : Teenagers from Outer Space by Dale Bailey
Clarkesworld Magazine - Science Fiction & Fantasy : Now is the Hour by Emily Devenport
Clarkesworld Magazine - Science Fiction & Fantasy : The Engines Imperial by Sean Bensinger
Old Friends - Nightmare Magazine
Out of Touch - Nightmare Magazine
Upon the Body - Nightmare Magazine
The Kiss - Nightmare Magazine
Dear Owner of This 1972 Ford Crew Cab Pickup - Nightmare Magazine
We Now Pause for Station Identification - Nightmare Magazine
Pimp My Airship – Apex Magazine
Sprig – Apex Magazine
Nemesis – Apex Magazine
Jupiter and Gentian – Apex Magazine
L’esprit de L’escalier – Apex Magazine
To Dream of Stars: An Astronomer’s Lament – Apex Magazine
Langknech and Tzi-Tzi in the Land of the Mad – Apex Magazine
The Faithful Soldier, Prompted – Apex Magazine
Clarkesworld Magazine - Science Fiction & Fantasy : The Accord by Keith Brooke
Clarkesworld Magazine - Science Fiction & Fantasy : The Clear Blue Seas of Luna by Gregory Benford
Clarkesworld Magazine - Science Fiction & Fantasy : Softly Spoke the Gabbleduck by Neal Asher
Clarkesworld Magazine - Science Fiction & Fantasy : Martian Heart by John Barnes
The Last Epic Pub Crawl of The Brothers Pennyfeather - The Dark Magazine
My brother is waiting for me in the cold; didn’t bother him then, doesn’t bother him now, even with the wind snatching billowing steam from right under my nose. Me? I get the cold, and the cold gets me. The fingertips that I don’t feel against my gloves, even when clenched into fists and pressed …