July 2010
Feature Story: You Killed Me - Edward Vitolo
Clock Watchers - Lachlan David
A Change of Profession - Michael Haynes
Stranger on a Train - Lori M. Myers
The 4th of July - Derek Napoli
Belong (gone) - Clayton Stealback
Friday, 2 July 2010
DARK FIRE: UPDATE
Feature Story: You Killed Me - Edward Vitolo
Clock Watchers - Lachlan David
A Change of Profession - Michael Haynes
Stranger on a Train - Lori M. Myers
The 4th of July - Derek Napoli
Belong (gone) - Clayton Stealback
Thursday, 1 July 2010
BENEATH CEASELESS SKIES: UPDATE
by Marissa Lingen
"They will want you always," said Madame. "If you do not find a way to guard against them, they will pursue you. They love to destroy, and you make it possible for them to destroy again and again. If you are in their power, they can cut that page's throat again and again. You understand? They need not find something new to smash until they have wrung all the joy out of one toy, if you are with them. You must not let them take you.".
"They will want you always," said Madame. "If you do not find a way to guard against them, they will pursue you. They love to destroy, and you make it possible for them to destroy again and again. If you are in their power, they can cut that page's throat again and again. You understand? They need not find something new to smash until they have wrung all the joy out of one toy, if you are with them. You must not let them take you.".
The Isthmus Variation
by Kris Millering
The true story the Slow Game tells is depicted in the scenes that are enacted as we players meet in the maze and move towards the central tableau. The audience members meet with each other, share what they have seen and try to decipher the overall meaning. The Slow Game moves ceaselessly, a great beast that never seems to shift and yet is never in the same place twice.
Audio Fiction Podcast 041
Memories in Bronze, Feathers, and Blood
The true story the Slow Game tells is depicted in the scenes that are enacted as we players meet in the maze and move towards the central tableau. The audience members meet with each other, share what they have seen and try to decipher the overall meaning. The Slow Game moves ceaselessly, a great beast that never seems to shift and yet is never in the same place twice.
Audio Fiction Podcast 041
Memories in Bronze, Feathers, and Blood
by Aliette de Bodard, from BCS #45
His pain is too much; we cannot hide any longer. In a flutter of copper wings, we descend from the pine tree, settle near Nezahual: the hummingbirds on his shoulders; the parrots on the stone rim of the fountain; the lone quetzal balancing itself on the handle of the broom.
From the Archives:
"Six Seeds," by Sara M. Harvey, from BCS #27
Of course, this was very nice for all the other women of the world, but not for me. For me, Dollies were the chore of my life: winding them, bathing them in oil, mending gears and joints, and keeping good care of their pricier parts which pleasured the men. I cannot say that I hated it, nor that I was fond of it, only that it was my task every single day to care for these immortal metal beauties.
His pain is too much; we cannot hide any longer. In a flutter of copper wings, we descend from the pine tree, settle near Nezahual: the hummingbirds on his shoulders; the parrots on the stone rim of the fountain; the lone quetzal balancing itself on the handle of the broom.
From the Archives:
"Six Seeds," by Sara M. Harvey, from BCS #27
Of course, this was very nice for all the other women of the world, but not for me. For me, Dollies were the chore of my life: winding them, bathing them in oil, mending gears and joints, and keeping good care of their pricier parts which pleasured the men. I cannot say that I hated it, nor that I was fond of it, only that it was my task every single day to care for these immortal metal beauties.
HEROIC FANTASY QUARTERLY: UPDATE
Issue 5 ANCIENT SHADES
by James Lecky
Although the admission pains me, I must confess that, under certain circumstances, I am a man for whom the goods of others become a temptation. Had I given myself more time...
ALDROM
by Matthew Wuertz
The sun pulled away from me like a warm blanket as men led me up the wide steps. Someone’s cough echoed in the vast interior of wherever we were, and though curious, I left...
NO TWO STONES
by Christopher Wood
1. Now. Still I am the strongest! I am atop this hill on the Third Moon. Behind me, my soldiers struggle up the slope. I raise my iron sword over my head; it shines...
BEFORE THE BATTLE
by Vonnie Winslow Crist
On this witch-kissed morning, as I trudge northward, dampness frizzes my hair, worms its way into my joints. Beneath winter clouds draped like dark cloth above...
WHAT SIEGLINDE SERPENTSLAYER SAID TO...
by Megan Arkenberg
The truth, my lord, is that I am sick of monsters. I am sick of the smell of mountain aeries and brood caves, cool and salty-wet. I am...
http://www.heroicfantasyquarterly.com/
Tuesday, 29 June 2010
HUB: UPDATE
Issue 123
Fiction
Psikhushka by Paula R. Stiles
Reviews
Doctor Who: Vincent and the Doctor
Doctor Who: The Lodger
Doctor Who: The Pandorica Opens
Doctor Who: The Big Bang
Doctor Who: Vincent and the Doctor
Doctor Who: The Lodger
Doctor Who: The Pandorica Opens
Doctor Who: The Big Bang
Feature
Amy Pond's Legs and Amy Pond's Brain
Amy Pond's Legs and Amy Pond's Brain
Monday, 28 June 2010
STRANGE HORIZONS: UPDATE
by Anya Martin
By convention's end, a consensus definitely had emerged that this WHC 2010 was one of the best World Horror Cons to date thanks to the abundance of authors, artists, and publishing professionals; a strong and varied programming slate geared to both professionals and readers; and a committed, hardworking staff led by Con Chair Amanda Foubister and Assistant Chair/Programming/Publications Stephen Jones, grand maestro of numerous award-winning horror anthologies and a fixture on the fantasy and horror convention scene since the 1980s.
By convention's end, a consensus definitely had emerged that this WHC 2010 was one of the best World Horror Cons to date thanks to the abundance of authors, artists, and publishing professionals; a strong and varied programming slate geared to both professionals and readers; and a committed, hardworking staff led by Con Chair Amanda Foubister and Assistant Chair/Programming/Publications Stephen Jones, grand maestro of numerous award-winning horror anthologies and a fixture on the fantasy and horror convention scene since the 1980s.
COLUMN: Scores, by John Clute
The secret of Robert A. Heinlein and Cory Doctorow is that they think SF is true.
FICTION: Out of Sombra Canyon, by Kyri Freeman
In four days, we haven't recaptured any of the hummingbirds we've banded, or even seen one a second time. Without that, we have no way of tracking their movements, learning their behavior, what territory they need.
In four days, we haven't recaptured any of the hummingbirds we've banded, or even seen one a second time. Without that, we have no way of tracking their movements, learning their behavior, what territory they need.
REVIEW: This Week's Reviews, posted three times a week
Monday: The Inter-Galactic Playground by Farah Mendlesohn, reviewed by William MinginWednesday: New Model Army by Adam Roberts, reviewed by Nadar ElhefnawyFriday: Cheek by Jowl by Ursula K Le Guin and Imagination/Space by Gwyneth Jones, reviewed by Paul Kincaid
Monday: The Inter-Galactic Playground by Farah Mendlesohn, reviewed by William MinginWednesday: New Model Army by Adam Roberts, reviewed by Nadar ElhefnawyFriday: Cheek by Jowl by Ursula K Le Guin and Imagination/Space by Gwyneth Jones, reviewed by Paul Kincaid
THE NAUTILUS ENGINE: UPDATE
The Ghoul / Chris Castle
An outsider with a weak body and a sharp mind finds his way and sweet revenge.
Scalp Hunter / Robert E. Porter
Kidnappers with flying saucer voyeurs in tow stop for a souvenir and take a stand, leaving one dumbfounded and three more bodies.
An outsider with a weak body and a sharp mind finds his way and sweet revenge.
Scalp Hunter / Robert E. Porter
Kidnappers with flying saucer voyeurs in tow stop for a souvenir and take a stand, leaving one dumbfounded and three more bodies.
Yoke is a high-tech, cybernetic killing machine known as a Yojimbo. Business is slow, but he hopes to change that.
A simple snack food appears on Graham's doorstep and sets events in motion far more dangerous than its sodium content would suggest.
A tired office worker. A cage. A familiar face.
The Voice of the Skull / Charles Parramore
A psychiatrist, a mysterious patient, and the human skull that brings them together.
The Temptation of Mrs. Tofusis / James Shackell
When the Satanists rang, old Mrs. Tofusis was in the back garden, tending her herbs.
When the Satanists rang, old Mrs. Tofusis was in the back garden, tending her herbs.
Cowart's End / Craig Gehring
Lieutenant Cowart C. Raven is an alien relations specialist forced to conduct his first alien relation, with disastrous consequences for all involved.
Lieutenant Cowart C. Raven is an alien relations specialist forced to conduct his first alien relation, with disastrous consequences for all involved.
APHELION: UPDATE
By P. F. White
Lucas Black had re-upped to serve in Vietnam three times, until a wound that left him limping had sent him home for good. Now he was home -- but home was turning out to be as strange and terrible as anything in the jungle.
By Gary W. Feather
Gao's job as village guard leader also made him the local tax collector, an unpleasant task at the best of times. But collecting from Old Lady Ko, reputed to be a powerful sorceress, was downright dangerous.
By Rick Huffman
John Morphy was having fun as the "cybernetic man" -- the first one to test-drive the company's new active-transponder implant. It made him feel like the computers around him were an extension of his own mind and body...
By Jonathan Saville
Thomas Eberle was an ordinary guy, with a wife, children, and hyperactive dog. But his relationship with 'grandmother' Chen made him unusually well qualified to recognize signs that a dragon was in town.
By Natalie J E Potts
Matthews was content to work at home in his flannelette "comfort work trousers", and live there, too, rarely moving from the chair in front of his computer. The sociability counselor hired by Matthews's employer to protect their employees from their own reclusive impulses hoped to change all that.
By Brian Lo Rocco
Barry's friend Colin was younger, more successful, and was married to a woman Barry had wanted for himself. Still, when Colin asked for his advice about how to explain that a small, blob-like fish had apparently eaten a young woman, Barry couldn't say no.
By Kevin Gordon
Ruche found his job boring for the most part, controlling thousands of clones as they performed most of the scutwork and the fighting for the good ship LN-33. But then his commander ordered him to use the clones as suicide pilots...
By Daniel Ribot
Bernard Foswick-Pfaltz thought he had the perfect way to get away with murder -- teleport, and cease to be the man who had committed the crime. Dr. Malcolm Brook hoped to prove him wrong, by explaining the principle of 'Grandfather's Axe'.
By M. J. Nicholls
The Chief Editor at Scalped Olives Publications knew that most of the books the company released were crap. This was not surprising as they were all written by members of the not-very-talented editorial staff. But even he was surprised by the nature -- and the source -- of the worst reviews they would ever receive.
By William Dexter Wade
In which an intrepid rabbit faces a terrifying monster with glowing eyes (and eighteen wheels).
By Dave Weaver
The voice in Dave Clayton's head was real, claimed to be from the future, and had a very important task for him to perform.
Thursday, 17 June 2010
ABSENT WILLOW REVIEW: UPDATE
June 2010
The Exploration by Jack Potchen
Medusa Blooms by David Moore
MEMORY LOG by J. Westlake
Do You Know Where You Are? by Steve Laub
Echoes in the Past of the Death Throes of a Dying Country by Jahan Claes
A Trip to the Store by James A. Ford
Bite Me by Karina Berg Johansson
Living in the Worlds Without You by Sean Eads
Reversal by Michael C. Keith
The Daddy Thing by Pamela J. Jessen
The Demon Clock by K. A. Opperman
BENEATH CEASELESS SKIES: UPDATE
Issue #45 -- June 17, 2010
"Memories in Bronze, Feathers, and Blood," by Aliette de Bodard
His pain is too much; we cannot hide any longer. In a flutter of copper wings, we descend from the pine tree, settle near Nezahual: the hummingbirds on his shoulders; the parrots on the stone rim of the fountain; the lone quetzal balancing itself on the handle of the broom.
"Memories in Bronze, Feathers, and Blood," by Aliette de Bodard
His pain is too much; we cannot hide any longer. In a flutter of copper wings, we descend from the pine tree, settle near Nezahual: the hummingbirds on his shoulders; the parrots on the stone rim of the fountain; the lone quetzal balancing itself on the handle of the broom.
"The Jewels of Montforte, Pt. II," by Adam Corbin Fusco
Now a cold anger overcame Absinthe. How could this boy deign to come between him and his treasure, tittering his way across the Archipelago? How could he himself think that frills and creamy silks could deliver into his hands what he desired? Elaborate capers were all well and good at whiles, but most times the only solution to a problem was a swift, sure, well-delivered blade.
Audio Fiction Podcast 040
"Remembering Light," by Marie Brennan, from BCS #44
“You remember. You can tell me how Surnyao was. And then I can go home, and tell my people, and we will take that light with us into the darkness.” It would come regardless. The last suns would burn out, and Surnyao would go into the Crush, as countless worlds had gone before them. But they could go as Asurnya, with the strength of all they had forgotten. They could make their own light.
From the Archives:
"The Leafsmith in Love," by K.J. Kabza, from BCS #39
Jesper whirled. Right at his back, feet clacking on the limestone, was one of his steam-powered wolves. But instead of ambling across the gravel path and back into the forest, it went utterly mad, hoping forward and back, tail pinwheeling. It jumped forward, teeth bared; the air rent with a scream and the ugly sound of ripping fabric; the wolf danced away with a mangled petticoat in its gleaming jaws.
Now a cold anger overcame Absinthe. How could this boy deign to come between him and his treasure, tittering his way across the Archipelago? How could he himself think that frills and creamy silks could deliver into his hands what he desired? Elaborate capers were all well and good at whiles, but most times the only solution to a problem was a swift, sure, well-delivered blade.
Audio Fiction Podcast 040
"Remembering Light," by Marie Brennan, from BCS #44
“You remember. You can tell me how Surnyao was. And then I can go home, and tell my people, and we will take that light with us into the darkness.” It would come regardless. The last suns would burn out, and Surnyao would go into the Crush, as countless worlds had gone before them. But they could go as Asurnya, with the strength of all they had forgotten. They could make their own light.
From the Archives:
"The Leafsmith in Love," by K.J. Kabza, from BCS #39
Jesper whirled. Right at his back, feet clacking on the limestone, was one of his steam-powered wolves. But instead of ambling across the gravel path and back into the forest, it went utterly mad, hoping forward and back, tail pinwheeling. It jumped forward, teeth bared; the air rent with a scream and the ugly sound of ripping fabric; the wolf danced away with a mangled petticoat in its gleaming jaws.
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