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by Jennifer Pelland Originally published in DARK FAITH (Apex Publications) 2011 Nebula Award Nominee–Short Story Poets and sages like to say that there is clarity in certain death. That a cal…

By Eugie Foster Each morning is a decision. Should I put on the brown mask or the blue? Should I be a tradesman or an assassin today? Whatever the queen demands, of course, I am. But so often she i…

5,400 Words “Shit,” Charlotte Berry whispered as the fog of sleep began to clear. She heard Arthur fumbling in the bathroom cabinet and saw his reflection in the mirror, salt-and-pepper hair and a …

14,000 Words 2017 Hugo Award Winner — Best Novelette WSFA Small Press Award-winner Grandma Harken lived on the edge of town, in a house with its back to the desert. Some people said that she lived …

7,700 Words At sunfall, the sellward, the spellcaster, and the wyrmrider paused at the foot of a dune and peered at the sun wester across the Sahael, the sea of sand. They had walked thirty days an…

SHORT FICTION: Alec Chu traveled the high road, swinging his bot through the trees.

SHORT FICTION: My board was dwindling quickly, and my anger at such a one-sided defeat was increased whenever I looked up into Brahms’ smug, synth face—my face.

SHORT FICTION: The little girl reached up and tugged on her mother’s sleeve. “Mommy. That man’s here again!”

SHORT FICTION: I waste a hard-earned chit for public access to chase a clue that turns out to be poetry.