Beneath Ceaseless Skies
An Online Magazine of Literary Adventure Fantasy
Issue #38 -- Mar. 11, 2010
Also available in EPUB, PDF and Mobi PRC e-book formats, downloadable from the Issue's
Table of Contents.
"Sanji's Demon, Pt. I," by Richard Parks
I didn't have to ask whom he meant, but it seemed that Daiki, in this one regard, was not going to get his wish. The bushi produced two flea-bitten, scruffy men. Both were bruised and bloody but alive. Two more were not. Daiki kicked the body so that it rolled face up and studied the dead man's features. "It would seem the bandit has escaped me after all."
"In Memoriam," by Alys Sterling
I felt it, or rather Gaumont's body did, and with such force that it took me a moment to throw it off, a sudden desperation not to see what lay beneath that heavy drape of fabric. Yet I watched eagerly as the hands drew back the folds of grey material to reveal a granitic face, human in form, but so frozen that its wrinkles might have been carved from stone.
Audio Fiction Podcast 033
"A Skirt of Many Colors," by Catherine Mintz, from BCS #37
I go further in, to the ghosts. The first ghost is the ghost of the Boots. They are two holes in the wave of stone that half-fills a room of the old house. No telling who felt inside the pair of holes and found they were the shape of the inside of a boot. If you slide your feet into them—first checking that nothing has gotten there first—you can ask the ghost for a wish.
An Online Magazine of Literary Adventure Fantasy
Issue #38 -- Mar. 11, 2010
Also available in EPUB, PDF and Mobi PRC e-book formats, downloadable from the Issue's
Table of Contents.
"Sanji's Demon, Pt. I," by Richard Parks
I didn't have to ask whom he meant, but it seemed that Daiki, in this one regard, was not going to get his wish. The bushi produced two flea-bitten, scruffy men. Both were bruised and bloody but alive. Two more were not. Daiki kicked the body so that it rolled face up and studied the dead man's features. "It would seem the bandit has escaped me after all."
"In Memoriam," by Alys Sterling
I felt it, or rather Gaumont's body did, and with such force that it took me a moment to throw it off, a sudden desperation not to see what lay beneath that heavy drape of fabric. Yet I watched eagerly as the hands drew back the folds of grey material to reveal a granitic face, human in form, but so frozen that its wrinkles might have been carved from stone.
Audio Fiction Podcast 033
"A Skirt of Many Colors," by Catherine Mintz, from BCS #37
I go further in, to the ghosts. The first ghost is the ghost of the Boots. They are two holes in the wave of stone that half-fills a room of the old house. No telling who felt inside the pair of holes and found they were the shape of the inside of a boot. If you slide your feet into them—first checking that nothing has gotten there first—you can ask the ghost for a wish.
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