Hopeful Science Fiction. Tomorrow’s Rejects At dawn, Iona unlocked the theatre and found another ending in the dust. It lay beneath the third row: a plaster sun cracked down its middle, a paper city under snow, a child’s silver spoon still warm beside a white feather. The...
Hopeful Science Fiction. Before the First Guest At four in the afternoon, the shadows came over the pass. They slid beneath the frozen skiers’ fence and gathered beside the empty lifts, darker than the lavender dusk. Each carried a thin crust of snow that had not fallen yet....
Gothic Fantasy. The Tide of Glass The lake appeared only when the seed inhaled. Ilyan ferried strangers across it in a narrow black boat, poling through water the color of white coral. Above him the greenhouse curved away into the dark: ribs of pale wood, leaves like stained...
The Door That Faced the Rain The Bureau of Hydraulic Sentiment owned three boats and one surveyor, and for eleven years the surveyor was Mara Venn. She poled a flat-bottomed silver boat down the Reach with a lavender flag tied at the bow, because her grandmother had owned a...
Speculative Fiction. The physician of lost hours At the monastery of Saint Vey, clocks hung from every rafter and filled every window, each making a different argument about what a minute was. Some ticked. Some chimed. One coughed quietly into its brass lungs whenever snow...
Speculative fiction. The First Upward Drop At 6:17 on a wet Tuesday, the rain stopped falling and began rising. Mara saw it happen from the kitchen window, where she was burning barley water for her father’s cough. The drops struck the porch roof, hesitated, then lifted into...
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