Surrealism. The Market of Unclaimed Things Mara found the market at the hour when rain hangs before falling. It floated above a drowned valley, held aloft by hundreds of tethered umbrellas and the slow breath of a white animal no larger than a sleeping cat. Stalls leaned...
Hopeful Science Fiction. The Country on Her Hand At sixteen, Liora could read the monastery by its gravity. The kitchens clung to the lowest tunnels. The infirmary turned where the comet's spin was gentlest. The signal chapel floated near the oldest rock, tethered by iron chains...
Mythic Fiction. The Market Below the Weather At dusk, when the sky turned the color of deep water, the memory market rose from the sea. It was not a harbor. Its stalls hung from chains of pale kelp, and its walkways were boards of driftwood polished by countless vanished hands....
Surrealism. The Last Carriage Mara Venn arrived at North Hush before the tracks had finished cooling. The station stood beneath a sky the color of blue storm-light, its platform furred with frost that refused to melt. Beyond the rails, the forest had been evacuated from time....
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