Apex Magazine
When I notice someone, Mr. Yoshiba in this case, from a distance, I do what I always do. I feign poor eyesight.
Denizens of My Face
When I notice someone, Mr. Yoshiba in this case, from a distance, I do what I always do. I feign poor eyesight.
The Esperanza was doomed. The generation ship moaned as it tore apart module by module, plate by plate.
A Final Song for the Ages
The Esperanza was doomed. The generation ship moaned as it tore apart module by module, plate by plate.
In the darkly delightful “Orion and His Moon” by J. S. Oriel, a sentient supply ship who just wants to do things right is forced to go off-course to check...
Interview with Author J.S. Oriel
In the darkly delightful “Orion and His Moon” by J. S. Oriel, a sentient supply ship who just wants to do things right is forced to go off-course to check...
The eyeless children appeared outside my cottage at midnight, blowing bubbles through their wands, bubbles that reflected moonlight like stained glass.
As Ephemeral as Bubbles
The eyeless children appeared outside my cottage at midnight, blowing bubbles through their wands, bubbles that reflected moonlight like stained glass.
Space is loud, crowded with the teeth grinding of radio galaxies, the whine of accretion disks spinning dust into strings.
Orion and His Moon
Space is loud, crowded with the teeth grinding of radio galaxies, the whine of accretion disks spinning dust into strings.
I killed my first Alexander at seventeen. That was also the age I fell in love, an emotion supposedly beyond my kind.
We Who Hunt Alexanders
I killed my first Alexander at seventeen. That was also the age I fell in love, an emotion supposedly beyond my kind.
1.8 billion miles from the sun, my roots dig deep into the soil of a small garden.
What the Crab Apple Tree Near Miranda Spaceport Saw
1.8 billion miles from the sun, my roots dig deep into the soil of a small garden.