issue 48

Once, among the indigo mountains of Germany, there was a kingdom of blue-eyed men and women whose blood was tinged blue with cold...

Little

Hush, little baby, little kumquat, little bird. Ming–tian is sleeping. She has pruned the bitter melon vines and swept...

For Ardath Mayhar

From the Journal of Paul Marder

(Boom!)

That’s a little scientist joke, and the proper way to begin this. As...

Most memories were gone.

The name of the ship he had served on. The name of his commanding officer. His daughters’ names, which...

How do you summarize the forty–year career of a man who’s done everything? Joe R. Lansdale is not merely a writer; he’s one of...