Tuesday, 20 April 2010

IDEOMANCER: UPDATE

Fiction

"Future Perfect" - LaShawn M. Wanak

"Sunshine, Sunshine" - Autumn Christian

"The Day the Sidewalks Melted" - Nicole J. LeBoeuf


Poetry

"Mundane" - Rachel Swirsky



"Lunar Parable" - Shef Reynolds


CLARKESWORLD: UPDATE


Issue 43

Fiction
Between Two Dragons by Yoon Ha Lee

January by Becca De La Rosa


by Daniel M. Kimmel

Read by Kate Baker

Audio Fiction: January by Becca De La Rosa
Read by Kate Baker


CHIZINE: UPDATE

ISSUE #44 (April–June 2010)
Carrie Laben
Heath Lowrance
An Owomoyela
Claire Barbetti
Andrea Blythe

BLACK GATE: UPDATE

By Diana Sherman
At the dark of the year, the Shadows and their darkling servants came creeping through towns, calling for the children.
By Chris Braak
The Thing was in her room again, shuffling softly by her bed. ‘I am the Hangman’s daughter,’ Cresy told herself, and opened her eyes….
By John C. Hocking
‘It comes at night,” said the chieftain. “No one has seen it and lived.”
By Matthew David Surridge
When the Angel of Death left the battlefield, Isrohim Vey knew he would live. And that he would spend the rest of his life seeking the Angel, and the meaning of its smile.
By Martin Owton
In which a band of desperate men pursue the slave traders who stole their families – across cold barrows where a dread thing sleeps.
Freedling
By Mike Shultz
Naia was pinned under the rubble when the quake hit, trapped with the cruel sorcer, Cer Vassir. And then her nightmare truly began.

By Alex Kreis
He’s sorry he tried to conquer the world. He’s very, very sorry.
By Michael Jasper & Jay Lake
It was her fifth suicide. Such was the way of the Killaster Witches. But as ambitious as she was, Lena’s schemes for revenge might not be quite treacherous enough…
By Dan Brodribb
The sarcophagus was empty, the mummy was on the loose, and Corporate expected her to deal with it. Seemed like a lot to ask, especially for minimum wage.
Red Hell
By Renee Stern
It looked like a routine hire… until Kellen found himself framed for theft, and embroiled in a plot to steal the secret of the Crown’s great airships.
By Jan Stirling
Lady Nyla was once rich and powerful. Now she lived in a hut on a lonely road. But tonight the Mother Goddess gave her back a measure of her old power — to set her against a terrible foe.
By Isabel Pelech
The crumbling passage led to an underwater city, filled with marvels, wild magic… and secrets. Including more than a few that could kill.
“On a Pale Horse”
By Sylvia Volk
Once there was a Bedouin girl who tamed a crooked stallion — and because of her, the Arabian breed was born. A tale of legend and desert war.
“La Senora de Oro”
By R.L. Roth
She was tiny and beautiful… and crafted of pure gold. Her gifts were pure as well: gold, and madness.
“Building Character”
By Tom Sneem
It’s hard to be a modern hero. Especially when the author can’t make up his mind.
“Folie and Null”
By Douglas Empringham
The ruined mansion seemed the perfect place to elude their pursuers… until they began to penetrate its secrets.
Novellas
“The Price of Two Blades”
By Pete Butler
The raiders were coming to destroy the village, but the Old Gods promised protection… if they were willing to pay the terrible price.
“Destroyer”
By James Enge
Thend was halfway through the mountain pass before he noticed the stones all around him were bones. A tale of Morlock the Maker.
“The Natural History of Calamity”
By Robert J Howe

In which New York’s first karma detective discovers a simple case to re-unite two lovers conceals a sinister conspiracy… and an opponent who may not be entirely human.

Poems
“Wanted! A Clown Incognito,” Aamir Aziz
“Broadcaster,” Arthur Porges
“Spanish Dance,” Arthur Porges

AURORA WOLF: UPDATE


Current Issue Includes:
Daughter of Challow By Neil Carstairs

ANDROMEDA SPACEWAYS INFLIGHT MAGAZINE: UPDATE


Andromeda Spaceways Issue #43

Fiction
Thief of Tears . . . Jason Crowe
Instructions for Lighting Candles . . . Martin A Reed
From Little Things . . . Felicity Dowker
Star . . . Aimee Smith
Emergency Rebuild . . . David Conyers
Relative to Elsa . . . Martin A Reed
By the Banks of the Nabarra . . . Daniel Russell
The Prize . . . Carine Heidmann
The Painted City . . . David Tallerman
Fairy Gothic . . . Tracie McBride
Scars that Let the Light Shine Through . . . Victorya

Poetry
My Naked Hand . . . Helen Patrice
Higg's Boson . . . Don Webb

ABYSS AND APEX: UPDATE


Short Fiction

How We Fly by Lisa A. Koosis
Here's where we first meet: in a room with moss green recliners and faded Monet reproductions on cinderblock walls, a scatter of ancient magazines on low tables, IV poles and wheelchairs. I notice her first, maybe because she's so vibrant and young amid men and women with colorless hair and exposed wrists, skin so thin it might be vellum. Dressed in baggy denim overalls and a yellow tee-shirt, the girl sits cross-legged in the recliner, a magazine open in her lap. A tube winds from beneath her sleeve to a bag hanging on the IV pole beside her.
My first thought: she doesn’t look like someone who's been told she’s going to die.

The Tortuous Path by Bud Sparhawk
What he was doing was strictly against the rules. Acolytes were not supposed to fraternize with the passengers, officers, or, most especially, crewmen.
That’s what made it so exciting to break the rules.

Deutoroi by Samantha Henderson
They're coming, rumbled the oak.
Oh, damn you, she thought. She usually avoided talking to the trees. It inched her that much further towards the madness that took her mother in the end. Tell me something I don't know.
There are three. Did you know that? said the oak, taking her at her word.

Night Of The Manticore by Tony Pi
The guests, likewise taken by my idea, clamoured for Mason to show his contributions to the Grand Expo. At first, Mason turned beet-red under the barrage of pleas, but slowly, the spirit of competition overtook him. He smirked and called out to the Hespereian alchemist across from me.
"What do you say, Fowler? Shall we show them a true manticore?"

The Wishing Stone by Edward Greaves
"This stone could work miracles!" Arrod stared at the scintillating gem in his fingers.
"It better," said Lady Damaske. "For the cost, I better not be disappointed."
"Have I yet failed you?" he replied.

Flash Fiction
Anything Chocolate by Caren Gussoff
When White Roses Freeze by Amy Power Jansen

Poetry
Changeling by Mary W. Jensen
Small by Richard Schiffman
Uttu's Garden by Gwendolyn Clare
Waiting by WC Roberts
My Wife by Albert Melear


HUB: UPDATE


Issue 118

Sescompandyby Joshua Scribner

Feature
Interview - John Romita Jnr and Mark Millar

Reviews
Necroscope: Harry and the Pirates by Brian Lumley
Servant of the Underworld by Aliette de Bodard
Doctor Who: Victory of the Daleks (s5, ep3)


Sunday, 18 April 2010

APHELION: UPDATE



By Sarah Deckard
Growing up without a father in the little village was hard for Galina and her mother. Things would get much more complicated when she became a woman...

By TN Dockrey
Francesca Adler wanted nothing more than to escape life in the small town, serving the whims of her brilliant but obsessive father. But then she became fascinated with his studies of the nature of Time.

By Pedro Blas Gonzales
The scientists were prepared for some similarities between themselves and their clones. They never expected to be quite as close as they turned out to be.

By Alex Granados
Marcus and Eliza were players -- or vital pieces? -- in a game thousands of years long.
By Kurt Heinrich Hyatt
Moondog, wandering scavenger extraordinaire, had a chance to score a sweet handgun and all the ammo he could carry (to say nothing of the girl). All he had to do was steal or scam some food from the 900-foot Tin City tower, with packs of half-feral children doing their best to kill him.
By Bruce Memblatt
Henry needed a job. Working for the never-seen woman along with her household staff of misfits and the maimed wasn't exactly ideal, but it had its moments.
By Jerrod Cotosman
Diaz fully expected the must-attend business presentation to be deadly dull and a waste of everybody's time. He was almost right.
By Chris Sharp
Another tale in which the artifice of the theater intersects with the spirit world in surprising ways...
By Frisco Macae
Bill Padinski didn't think much of the new exhibit at the Museum he guarded every night. It looked like an empty room with glaringly-white walls...
By Andrew Nash
They called him Lucas Newchild, the first infant to have memory- and thought-enhancing hardware implanted in his brain at birth. He spent his childhood like a lab rat, only gaining freedom when they changed his name and his face so he could go out into the world.

Friday, 16 April 2010

THE ABSENT WILLOW REVIEW: UPDATE



Jurisdiction
by Manek R. Mistry
Released from its rack in the elevator bay, Ginger eased into the flow of departing traffic and accelerated. When the ship had cleared the elevator terminal, Rashna loaded her flight plan into the navigation computer and allowed the software to take control. Although her classmates had scored jobs in the piloting departments...


Interview: Jim Butcher
We like to say a few words about the author we are interviewing but in this instance nothing we can say would top Jim’s own self-written bio. To top it of we have to also give Jim the “Best Advice Award” that we’ve seen in a long time. After your done laughing you realize it...

by Allison M. Dickson
A boy named Elvis came to me with a plan to help save the world.When I first saw him walk through the revolving door, looking like a minnow lost in a sea of sharks, I felt a flash of recognition. The morning commuters skirted around him in the same subconscious way that [...]

by Bruce James Lin
I told him you couldn’t do that with a zombie, but Gene just shrugged it off.“You just don’t get us,” he said. “You’re just jealous that I have someone.”I wasn’t. I tried to convince him that he was wrong. He was infatuated. I talked about how they weren’t human. I talked about [...]

The Sea Cave
by Amber Foster
At 130 feet below the surface, I find myself thinking of that Frost poem, the one about the woods. The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, it goes, but I can’t remember the rest. I never did too good in school, but for some reason the first line of that poem stuck in [...]

There is something very innocent sounding about the title I’ve hastily attached to this manuscript. Perhaps it is appropriate, for the business I am about to relate began innocently enough. Perhaps it isn’t. But I must not hesitate to tell my tale, for it is meant as a serious warning–a warning to those [...]

There’s a shadow that lives in my fireplace and I fear that he is in the final grips of dementia. His condition has been worsening for quite some time, and I fear that he is beyond return. His chuckles and fleeting feet have been replaced by a grim dissatisfaction with his plight… a [...]

Creature Comforts
by James A. Ford
It was outside the door.I could hear its weirdly- intelligent scratching against the solid oak of the basement door. The creature was searching for a way in, that was clear. It was very clever, there was no doubt it understood that the door was all that stood between us; no doubt it [...]

Flowers for Colleen
by Roland Allnach
It was the first Saturday morning of the month, and Darryl went to get flowers for Colleen, as was his routine. He stood in the florist shop, waiting behind a rather impatient man, while the young woman behind the counter prepared the man’s bouquet. The customer stood there, his impatience evident in the [...]

The Binary Man
by David Keight
Stalwart Johnson was having trouble sleeping again. He had been having the same trouble for two-hundred and eighty nine days now. The headlights of a car outside sent a wave of light rushing over his bedroom ceiling as they snook in under the blinds. The light went and faded as the car scuttled [...]

A Perfect Summer Day
by Janine Queenin
Through the window of the taxi she saw nothing but pavement — then sky –- pavement — then sky as the cab flipped across three lanes toward the guardrail. The thunderous crush of steel and glass against asphalt was deafening. The woman in the backseat heard only the scream from her throat.

Mourning Light
by Pamela J. Jessen
As evening drains the sunlight from the sky, he moves, a fluid shadow in the mist. A hunger builds inside he can’t deny, his vampire thirst a curse he can’t resist.

Spectral Compromise
by Maria Mitchell
Something is coming Sickly, but sly, Something is coming;You best let it by...