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The Devil in Gaylord’s Creek

by Sarah Monette

I got my sword out of the trunk. Its name was Stella Mortua. John Ray hadn’t had a clue, but Francis told me what it meant: The Dead Star.

The Devil in Gaylord's Creek by Sarah Monette

In May 2011 (Issue 50)

Fiction

Creation

by Jeffrey Ford

I learned about creation from Mrs. Grimm, in the basement of her house down the street from ours. The room was dimly lit by a stained-glass lamp positioned above the pool table. There was also a bar in the corner.

Creation by Jeffrey Ford

In May 2011 (Issue 50)

Fiction

Study, for Solo Piano

by Genevieve Valentine

The windows go first, from enemy fire and bad frosts. Then the moss and ivy move in, and the birds, and the rain. At last, the brick begins to crumble. By the time the Circus comes, it will be a ruin.

Study, for Solo Piano by Genevieve Valentine

In May 2011 (Issue 50)

Fiction

The House of Gears

by Jonathan L. Howard

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.

The House of Gears by Jonathan L. Howard

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.

Choose Your Own Adventure by Kat Howard

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.

The Lonely Songs of Laren Dorr by George R.R. Martin

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.

The Dog King by Holly Black

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.

The Sandal-Bride by Genevieve Valentine

In March 2011 (Issue 48)