Fiction

A Hunter’s Ode to His Bait

“I’ll take her.” He tossed the pouch of silver at the woman. It landed at her feet, and she hurried to pick it up. Her husband was dead, and she had eight other children to feed.

In April 2011 (Issue 49)

Fiction

The notes had referred to a Monsieur Samhet, who lived in a strange house in the hills. They were vague about Samhet’s accomplishments, but he seemed capable of resurrecting with an insolent ease that intrigued Cabal.

In April 2011 (Issue 49)

Fiction

The Woman Who Married the Man in the Moon

by Peter S. Beagle

Stories never end. We end. If we could but live long enough, we would see how all tales go on and on past the telling

In April 2011 (Issue 49)

Fiction

Choose Your Own Adventure

by Kat Howard

Are you brave enough to begin? If so, turn to page 1. If not, remain safe. Close the book and return it to the shelf. No one will think any less of you.

In April 2011 (Issue 49)

Fiction

The Lonely Songs of Laren Dorr

by George R. R. Martin

One moment there was only the valley, caught in twilight. The only sounds were the cries of the mourning-birds coming out for the night, and the swift rush of water in the rocky stream that cut the woods.

In March 2011 (Issue 48)

Fiction

The God Orkrem

by Tanith Lee

To a man bereaved of all as I was, distance and time are only words. For me then, and also now, only one word any more can exist: God. The god Orkrem.

In March 2011 (Issue 48)

Fiction

The Dog King

by Holly Black

Some say that they can rise up on two legs and speak as men, that nimble fingers can chip away at hinges, that their voices can call promises and pleas through keyholes, that they are not quite what they seem.

In March 2011 (Issue 48)

Fiction

The Sandal-Bride

by Genevieve Valentine

Pilgrims always cried when they crested the hill and saw the spires of Miruna; they usually fell to their knees right in the middle of traffic. All I saw was the gate that led to the Night Market.

In March 2011 (Issue 48)