We have original science fiction by Adam-Troy Castro (“My Future Self, Refused”) and Ruben Reyes, Jr. (“SyncALife”). We also have a flash piece (“The Disappearing Dream Engineer”) from Rati Mehrotra, along with an SF reprint by Mary Anne Mohanraj (“Among the Marithei”). Plus, we have original fantasy by Merc Fenn Wolfmoor (“So, You Married Your Arch Nemesis . . . Again”) and Tobi Ogundiran (“The Clockmaker and His Daughter”). We also have a flash piece (“Welcome to Oxhead”) from Julianna Baggott. Our fantasy reprint is by Malinda Lo (“Red”). All that, and of course we also have our usual assortment of author spotlights, along with book reviews from our terrific review team. Our ebook readers will also enjoy an excerpt from Sunyi Dean’s new novel, The Book Eaters.
In This Issue: Aug. 2022 (Issue 147)
Be sure to check out the editorial for an unveiling of this month’s terrific content!
This much was clear. At some point in my future, I would have access to a time machine. This was a ridiculous sentence and a tragically irrelevant concern while my wife Judi was on the floor and possibly dying, but there it was: nonsense, in the presence of death. This was the central tragic absurdity of the day. My future self had materialized in the corner of the room, as solid as a blow to the face, and it was not even my most important concern.
The east is red when Xiaohong leaves the two-room apartment that has been allocated to her and her parents—two rooms carved out of a once-grand courtyard home, now divided between five families by order of the local Party authorities. The manor has been forced into a new identity, with makeshift kitchens elbowing their way into […]
Among the Marithei
ergey hummed under his breath as he walked to the Marith temple. His steps retraced a path he knew so well, he could have walked it at night, in the dark, even under assault. Yet the Marith enclave was the most peaceful place he’d ever been—so calm that Sergey didn’t even need to hum to soothe his newborn daughter, fast asleep in her sling, bound tight against his chest. Three days old, and still Katya mostly slept.
Book Review: The All-Consuming World, by Cassandra Khaw
If you like a little heist action with your SF, Aigner Loren Wilson thinks you’ll like The All-Consuming World, by Cassandra Khaw. Check out her review to find out why.
So, You Married Your Arch Nemesis . . . Again
Welcome back, listeners! It’s me, Eli McCarthy, your go-to podcast host for allllll the juiciest super drama. I’m thrilled to be coming to you live from the maximum-security containment wing of Site 92, where I have the pleasure of interviewing Sixten Graves, known by most of you as Sol Undertaker. For those of you living under a rock [chuckles], Sol Undertaker placed themself voluntarily in prison here.
As I read Dad’s eulogy, my mind was on the FedEx delivery that’d bring him back to me. “My father was a thoughtful man,” I said. “In his poems and in his life, he sought to understand people’s complexity. He didn’t believe that people were good or bad. He was most interested in gray areas. With generosity, he saw the world’s ugliness and tried shining a kind gloss on it wherever he could.”
Welcome to Oxhead
You should know that we thought our parents were normal, ordinary, super basic. But they weren’t, at all. Let’s start with the way we found out, what some call “how it ended” and others call “the start of it all.” The grid went down. It covered Oxhead and Oxhead Woods and The Annex at Oxhead, the gated communities within the one large gate. It was sudden. One father dropped to the bottom of a shower stall.
Book Review: Tune in Tomorrow, by Randee Dawn
You don’t need to like reality TV to enjoy Tune in Tomorrow, a new urban fantasy by Randee Dawn. Let Chris Kluwe tell you why.
The Disappearing Dream Engineer
The first time Reema disappeared was in the middle of an argument with her husband Dean. No, not an argument. Let’s not be euphemistic about it. It was a full-blown battle with words flung like knives during a circus act. It ended with Dean hurling a lava lamp at Reema. That was the moment she vanished. The lamp sailed through a Reema-shaped hole in the air and smashed to pieces against the wall.
The Clockmaker and His Daughter
Gaza looked down at the city of Nyss, surveying his creation. He thought it was perfect. Well, almost. In the city centre stood several griots spinning a tale to a captive audience, their camels and brightly-coloured caravans sheltering in the shade of palm trees. The griots should be dusty—after all they had travelled some distance, spent several months weathering the harsh terrain of the desert. As it was they looked too pristine.
Book Review: Our Shadows Have Claws, edited by Méndez & Ortiz
If you’re looking for an anthology with a hint of spookiness, Arley Sorg recommends Our Shadows Have Claws, a new book edited by Yamile Saied Méndez and Amparo Ortiz.