issue 38

Kij Johnson’s fantastic imagination and thoughtful prose has garnered her recognition in nearly every corner of the science fiction...

Every year, in the spring, there is a ritual. The coming WorldCon announces the Hugo nominees. The ritual is not the announcement...

Richard was recording his entry on the day’s hunt when the wolf’s scream of pain cut through the walls of the cabin. He dropped...

Luther shot the coyote bitch on Wednesday. She didn’t make a sound, just fell ass over teakettle into the defile, blood blooming...

They cut out Kade’s heart before they sent him to the Front, and in his dreams, he still could feel the scalpel’s blade against...

My father lay dying on the cot, one of many in this draughty poorhouse. His lips trembled in the weak light of the distant fireplace...