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Vici

by Naomi Novik

“Dragon-slaying is an honorable death, and generally quick, from my understanding; and will legally clear your debts. Unless you would prefer to commit suicide?” he inquired.

In Dec. 2011 (Issue 57)

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Crystal Halloway and the Forgotten Passage

by Seanan McGuire

The dire bat’s headless body lay on the floor of the cave like an accusation, blackish blood still seeping from its neck. Crystal looked at it and shuddered, disgusted, before giving it a sharp kick.

In Dec. 2011 (Issue 57)

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Torn Away

by Joe R. Lansdale

The license was invalid by a couple of months, and the photo on it looked somewhat like him but it was faded and not reliable. I told him so. “Oh,” he said. “I should have noticed it was out of date.”

In Dec. 2011 (Issue 57)

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Her Lover’s Golden Hair

by Nike Sulway

Lily’s hand is not resting carelessly in her lap. Lily’s sandy feet are not up on the dashboard. Lily’s salty hair is not blowing into a knotted, lovely mess.

In Dec. 2011 (Issue 57)

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The Swordsman Whose Name Was Not Death

by Ellen Kushner

Curious, he had asked the wounded man, “Did you slam into me on purpose?” People did sometimes, to provoke a fight with Richard St. Vier, the master swordsman who wouldn’t take challenges from just anyone.

In Nov. 2011 (Issue 56)

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Red Dawn: A Chow Mein Western

by Lavie Tidhar

The boy felt a tingling at the tip of his fingers. He saw with his inner eye: The leader rode unarmed because his power was great. The aura of Qi around him was unmistakable.

In Nov. 2011 (Issue 56)

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Christopher Raven

by Theodora Goss

Why had I come back to Collingswood? That was what I asked myself, standing on the path that led to the main school building, a structure built of gray stone and shadowed by oaks that had stood for a hundred years.

In Nov. 2011 (Issue 56)

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Seven Spells to Sever the Heart

by K.M. Ferebee

Samuel Crewe was the son of a witch. He was, in fact, the seventh son of a witch, who had herself been one of seven daughters. In fairy tales, this sort of lineage was meant to point to great strength, good fortune, and adventures.

In Nov. 2011 (Issue 56)

Fiction

The Invisibles

by Charles de Lint

Here’s what you do, Jerry says. You get one of those little pipe tobacco tins and you put stuff in it. Important stuff. A fingernail. Some hair. A scab. Some dirt from a special place.

In Oct. 2011 (Issue 55)

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Unnatural Disaster

by Kristine Kathryn Rusch

Horizontal rain, darkness, and a nearly empty beach. Jaclyn Tadero trudged through the thick wet sand, listening to the ocean’s waves crash beside her. The Coast Guard helicopter flew overhead.

In Oct. 2011 (Issue 55)