Fiction
The Woman Who Married the Man in the Moon
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
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
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.
Gabrielle de Cuir
13:52
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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.
Stefan Rudnicki
49:50
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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.
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.
Erik Luke (via PodCastle)
26:10
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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.
Paul Boehmer
36:31
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This issue's cover art by grandfailure/Adobe Stock Image.