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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Cold, Cold War by Ian McHugh
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Cold, Cold War by Ian McHugh
Masaru peered past the struts and wires between his biplane's wings, trying to take the sight in. The tower's base was a madman's helter-skelter ziggurat, made of impossible stone blocks the size of townhouses, that cut a swath across the city's snow-covered grid of tenement blocks and terraces. From the ziggurat’s peak, the ragged-toothed tower reached up to a dark stain of cloud fixed in the sky directly above.
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Cold, Cold War by Ian McHugh
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Red Dirt by Ian McHugh
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Red Dirt by Ian McHugh
The shadows on the buildings seemed alive with movement, although the air was too cool for mirages. The memory of my dream still lingered, fooling my weary brain into believing that I glimpsed animal shapes writhing there. I hurried my pace along the empty streets, wondering if I should just pay the Commissaire's bribe and be done with the place.
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Red Dirt by Ian McHugh
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - The Face in the Window by Brian McClellan
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - The Face in the Window by Brian McClellan
Taniel removed a snuff box from his belt pouch and tapped a line of black powder out on the back of his hand. He snorted it in one breath and felt the world warp and twist beneath his feet, coming into focus clearer than it had been before. The shapes of the city buildings sprang into sharp relief as the powder trance washed over him, the rain brightening as if he'd shone a lantern on it, and the shadow became a girl.
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - The Face in the Window by Brian McClellan
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Holy Water, Holy Blood by Bruce McAllister
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Holy Water, Holy Blood by Bruce McAllister
Bonifacio looked at me puzzled for a moment, but then said: “Here is a vial, then. If you wish more, let me know. I will have Frazetti bring you ten thick candles that will last till morning. He will check on you during the night, but without waking you. Will your dog bite him?”
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Holy Water, Holy Blood by Bruce McAllister
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Crossroads and Gateways by Helen Marshall
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Crossroads and Gateways by Helen Marshall
Dajan nodded, then trudged after Esu who had set off in a new direction. It was always this way with the gods. Nothing held fast. Nothing held still. They were the wind and he was the grain of sand blown heedless in their wake. He licked his lips. It tasted of salt, but he smiled anyway. He had tricked this boy-god once. There was more to be gained from him.
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Crossroads and Gateways by Helen Marshall
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Mister Hadj’s Sunset Ride by Saladin Ahmed
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Mister Hadj’s Sunset Ride by Saladin Ahmed
But when Mister Hadj started in on them cowboy songs—well, as sure as I’m standing here, when that man got to crooning a tune he made the earth itself cry. This ain’t just me tale-telling, you hear? I seen tears fall from big red rocks when the old man hummed. Heard stones weep as they parted before him. So when Mister Hadj said that a stone in the road told him where to find Parson Lucifer, I didn’t doubt it.
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Mister Hadj’s Sunset Ride by Saladin Ahmed
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - The Ivy-Smothered Palisade by Mike Allen
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - The Ivy-Smothered Palisade by Mike Allen
A flare of illumination washed the chamber in flickering shadow and gleam. I'd gone through another door, into a different room, longer and wider than the one I knew. Runes were scratched on every visible inch of walls, ceiling and floor. Repeated phrases: Death feeds life. Life breeds death. Death breathes. Tall and heavy armoires slithering with gold filigree lined both sides of this horrid space, most with their doors open, spilling out once-beautiful gowns now molded and rotting, reminding me of molted skins.
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - The Ivy-Smothered Palisade by Mike Allen
Beneath Ceaseless Skies | Feral Attachments at Kulle Bland Bergen by T. S. McAdams
Beneath Ceaseless Skies | Feral Attachments at Kulle Bland Bergen by T. S. McAdams
Harald and Solveig were academic heirs apparent, favored disciples of Asbjørnsen and von Linne, the two great authorities on Anthropomorpha. Even before graduation, their joint study of field goblins, based on existing literature and new observations, showed that Homo monstrosus vulgus practice exogamous mating; Professor Strindberg had to retire his popular lectures on goblin promiscuity.
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies | Feral Attachments at Kulle Bland Bergen by T. S. McAdams
Beneath Ceaseless Skies | How the Mighty by Dan Micklethwaite
Beneath Ceaseless Skies | How the Mighty by Dan Micklethwaite
"Come here with you," Boden calls, as he retrieves his son, Tallow, from amongst the crowd's rushing legs. He lifts the boy onto his shoulders, but the weight makes him gasp, makes his lower back twinge, and Tal's mucky brown boots smear the front of his tunic. He can hardly tell the boy off for that, though, can he? Not when he only sees him for the odd day here and there.
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies | How the Mighty by Dan Micklethwaite
Beneath Ceaseless Skies | Magic Potion Behind-the-Mountains by Jaymee Goh
Beneath Ceaseless Skies | Magic Potion Behind-the-Mountains by Jaymee Goh
The magistrate thinks he will go mad. What does it matter what exact angle his wrist must be turned at? But Grandmother Seung scowls at him; opens her mouth to start repeating herself about the need to be present, for the awareness of his intentions in the potion, and if he cannot be aware of his own body’s workings in this last crucial stage of the magic potion, then how will he rein and discipline his mind for the task?
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies | Magic Potion Behind-the-Mountains by Jaymee Goh
Beneath Ceaseless Skies | Forest Spirits by Michael J. DeLuca
Beneath Ceaseless Skies | Forest Spirits by Michael J. DeLuca
He'd wanted to show her this place—this forest where he'd been a boy and hadn't been back since. He'd expected to find it changed. Not like this. The storms had uprooted whole trees. The brook roared, churning with debris, fighting to drag it all down into the valley. "Tell me," she said, watching him. He loved her. He didn't know where to begin.
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies | Forest Spirits by Michael J. DeLuca
Beneath Ceaseless Skies | Frozen Meadow, Shining Sun by Emily McCosh
Beneath Ceaseless Skies | Frozen Meadow, Shining Sun by Emily McCosh
An old fox greeted us at the edge, three-tailed and red like fire. I was so small that her snout reached my neck, smelling of the cloying musk of foxes, thick and odd, like dirty metal gripped in my hand. She came to Aimi like one of the village dogs, completely unafraid, and kissed her cheek.
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies | Frozen Meadow, Shining Sun by Emily McCosh
Beneath Ceaseless Skies | A Circle of Steel and Bone by R.K. Duncan
Beneath Ceaseless Skies | A Circle of Steel and Bone by R.K. Duncan
Singling out the watch would keep suspicion focused outward, Meinrad hoped, to the woods and the wild Prussians who had not yet submitted to the order and the church. With so few knights and half-brothers under him, infighting would leave them defenseless fast. Fear of the outside was manageable.
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies | A Circle of Steel and Bone by R.K. Duncan
Beneath Ceaseless Skies | Blood, Bone, Seed, Spark by Aimee Ogden
Beneath Ceaseless Skies | Blood, Bone, Seed, Spark by Aimee Ogden
She wasn't the first to observe and draw the germinative animalcules inside a man's seed. But as with any field that did not serve the greater goal of abatement, studies into reproduction had fallen by the wayside. And Anell intended, after all, to do more than merely observe and draw. This way lay greatness, the kind that could not be scraped out of a lifetime's long work tacking minutes onto the sunset days of her head of House.
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies | Blood, Bone, Seed, Spark by Aimee Ogden
Beneath Ceaseless Skies | Adrianna in Pomegranate by Samantha Mills
Beneath Ceaseless Skies | Adrianna in Pomegranate by Samantha Mills
She was quick to anger, her hands tightening around the book—this book of all books, this book was what he huddled over in his madman’s cave—but she did not yell. She had always kept a better leash on her emotions, and her composure was more upsetting to him than her rage. She knew it, and gods help her, she used it.
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies | Adrianna in Pomegranate by Samantha Mills
Beneath Ceaseless Skies | The Boy Who Loved Drowning by R.K. Duncan
Beneath Ceaseless Skies | The Boy Who Loved Drowning by R.K. Duncan
Bit tucked his body sinking under the black water away into the corner of his mind and went to the other place, where there was no light and he was floating without water. Weeds like ropes caressed him. In the drowning, he moved by falling, feeling what direction he needed to go and letting himself tumble that way. The answers swarmed around his ankles in the dark, warm like fur and soft like mud under his hands.
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies | The Boy Who Loved Drowning by R.K. Duncan
Beneath Ceaseless Skies | When Sirens Sing of Roses and of Delegated Power by Nin Harris
Beneath Ceaseless Skies | When Sirens Sing of Roses and of Delegated Power by Nin Harris
She wove the melody with her voice, but as she sang, her entire being vibrated with wonder as the serving dish gave her a glimpse into a flowering rose garden in the heart of a land so different from her own, it almost seemed to inhabit its own reality. Within the configurations of this garden she recognised enough to remember a time when she too was young, and curious enough to want to explore the world of humans in Terra Cognita.
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies | When Sirens Sing of Roses and of Delegated Power by Nin Harris
Beneath Ceaseless Skies : : Submissions Guidelines
Beneath Ceaseless Skies : : Submissions Guidelines
Update: new higher word-count limit for submissions: 15,000 words. (Unlocked as a stretch goal from the BCS 250th Issue Subscription Drive. Thank you!) What We Want Beneath Ceaseless Skies publishes “literary adventure fantasy”: stories with a secondary-world setting and some traditional or classic fantasy feel, but written with a literary approach. Secondary-World Setting: We want stories set in what Tolkien called a “secondary world”: some other world that is different from our own primary world in some way. It could be different in terms of zoology (non-human crea...
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Blood Grains Speak Through Memories by Jason Sanford
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Blood Grains Speak Through Memories by Jason Sanford
Even though the chilled spring day promised nothing but beauty, the grains in Frere-Jones's body shivered to her sadness as she looked at the nearby dirt road. The day-fellows along the road were packing their caravan. Evidently her promises of safety weren’t enough for them to chance staying even a few more hours.
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Blood Grains Speak Through Memories by Jason Sanford
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - The Last Dinosaur Rider of Benessa County by Jeremy Sim
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - The Last Dinosaur Rider of Benessa County by Jeremy Sim
Black Jonas secures Essie, his pleesaur, to a ring occupied by a massive, rusted droop-chain and walks down the promenade, noting the old storefronts. Brackysaur bays still line the boardwalk where land meets canal, big ol' rectangular cutouts in the once-white stone, used for loading and unloading back in the days of the dinosaur riders.
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - The Last Dinosaur Rider of Benessa County by Jeremy Sim
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Gravity’s Exile by Grace Seybold
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Gravity’s Exile by Grace Seybold
She eased herself over the edge, bare toes feeling for footholds. As in most villages, these had been deeply carved to make getting around easy, and even supplemented with metal bars in places or flat ledges for resting. Every few fathoms there was a round eyebolt for attaching a child’s tether. It was a trivial climb, and in no time Jeone was down among the trees.
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Gravity’s Exile by Grace Seybold
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Foxfire, Foxfire by Yoon Ha Lee
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Foxfire, Foxfire by Yoon Ha Lee
Even in human-shape, I had an excellent sense of smell. I had no difficulty tracking the pilot. She lay on her side in the lee of a chunk of rubble, apparently asleep. The remains of a Brick Ration's wrapper had been tossed to the side. She had downed all of it, which impressed me. But then, I'd heard that piloting was hungry work.
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Foxfire, Foxfire by Yoon Ha Lee
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Told By An Idiot by K.J. Parker
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Told By An Idiot by K.J. Parker
I accepted that Master Allardyce had the potential to write the greatest play ever; a play so good that if God were to summon Mankind before the bar of Heaven and demand to know one good reason why He shouldn't send a second flood and drown the lot of us, all we'd have to do is hand Him the manuscript and there'd be no case to answer. I knew that, in order to write this play, Master Allardyce needed to drink himself stupid, get beaten up twice a week, and generally mash himself down into a cheese, like the cider-makers do, before he could ferment and distil his very essence into words on a ...
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Told By An Idiot by K.J. Parker
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - A Salvaging of Ghosts by Aliette de Bodard
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - A Salvaging of Ghosts by Aliette de Bodard
In the darkness at the hole in the ship's hull, Thuy isn't blind. Her suit lights up with warnings—temperature, pressure, distortions. That last is what will kill her: the layers of unreality utterly unsuited to human existence, getting stronger and stronger as the current carries her closer to the wreck, crushing her lungs and vital organs like crumpled paper when her suit finally fails. It's what killed Kim Anh on her last dive
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - A Salvaging of Ghosts by Aliette de Bodard
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Men of the Ashen Morrow by Margaret Killjoy
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Men of the Ashen Morrow by Margaret Killjoy
The doe's blood melted and burned the earth. The smell of old rot poured into the forest. The ground collapsed, pulling the saplings and ferns down into the underworld, and Sal and her company stepped back. A single segmented leg, infinitely thin and long, crept out from the hole. First one, then another.
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Men of the Ashen Morrow by Margaret Killjoy
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Out of the Woods by Marissa Lingen
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Out of the Woods by Marissa Lingen
None of us took a wound, none of them. And Eirik's men made it out of the forest, and we made it back to our cave, and King Harald was still dead, still not coming back to save us. The nuthatch still trilled its descending wippling notes in the trees, unconcerned by the arrows. Nothing changed.
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Out of the Woods by Marissa Lingen
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Proteus Lost by Tony Pi
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Proteus Lost by Tony Pi
"Antlion's mirror-writing. He was Leonardo da Vinci when he wrote this book, and favoured writing that way because he was left-handed. It made less of a smudge and also serves as a deterrent to others who cannot easily read the words in reverse. They are needed for navigating the many paths through the Codex. The first protean seal is like the entrance to the maze."
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Proteus Lost by Tony Pi
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Prashkina's Fire by Vylar Kaftan
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Prashkina's Fire by Vylar Kaftan
The nightmares had mostly stopped now, and my face only ached on hot days. I never looked at myself in the stream, so I wasn't sure what color the scars were, but my fingertips told me the skin was tough and dead. As for the rest, once I washed myself out with lemon juice, I just went on with my rituals in the temple, because someone had to. I tried not to remember.
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Prashkina's Fire by Vylar Kaftan
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Ink of My Bones, Blood of My Hands by Vylar Kaftan
Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Ink of My Bones, Blood of My Hands by Vylar Kaftan
I bowed my obedience, but inside my hopes blossomed like a rare evening flower. He had let slip a clue: the day for which I was born. Never had I known why he had chosen me as servant, above other boys. And so I spent the day as instructed, bathing in scalding water and fasting on bitter tea. What could it mean that I was born for this?
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Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Ink of My Bones, Blood of My Hands by Vylar Kaftan