Fantasy magazine

From Modern Mythcraft to Magical Surrealism





Tenientes by Nathaniel Williams (audio)

This month’s audio fiction is Tenientes written by Nathaniel Williams and read by M. K. Hobson


The Armature of Flight by Sharon Mock (audio)

This month’s audio fiction is The Armature of Flight written by Sharon Mock and read by Mark Bukovec


After the Dragon by Sarah Monette (audio)

This month’s audio fiction is After the Dragon written by Sarah Monette and read by Sarah Tolbert


Outsiders and Others: An Interview with Garth Nix

This interview was conducted at World Fantasy 2009, in San Jose, California.


Images of Anna by Nancy Kress (audio)

The morning was turning out to be a bust. The first client wanted to pay with a personal check, which I’ve learned to not accept. She had no cash, credit card, or ID. The second client had cash but turned out to be a thirteen-year-old kid who wanted a “really sexy picture” for her boyfriend. No way: session cancelled. The third client was late.


Clockatrice by Tanith Lee (audio)

Poor girl. Beautiful Diana, named for a goddess, and barely sixteen years of age. Just after midnight she descended through through the gardens to meet her lover. And before any clock could strike one, she was as beautiful as she was dead.


The Vigilant by Dirk Strasser (audio)

The sorcery of djinn was like a stalking beast. You had to stay downwind of it, even when you were the hunter. Antar knew, as always, everything depended on him seeing the unseen and forcing his eyes to reveal what lay in the membrane between light and darkness. He drew a deep breath and rolled between his thumb and forefinger the seal that was chained to his neck.


Golden Lilies by Aliette de Bodard (audio)

It was the smell which woke me up, insinuating itself between the planks of my coffin: cooked meat mingling with the sweet odour of aromatic rice, and the tangy hint of fruit and spices — a powerful summoning if there ever was one.


The Water Tower by John Mantooth (audio)

At a certain point, somewhere past the junkyard, out beyond the little pond that, over the years, had been used to dump the things even the junkyard didn’t want, the woods changed. But not just the woods. The things in the woods changed as well.


Voice Like a Cello by Catherine Cheek (audio)

Mama had believed enough to sacrifice her savings and emigrate here, all for the sake of her poor, insane, eight-year-old daughter. Mama had found a place on a map, a city that wouldn’t exist without air conditioning and irrigation. A place with no history.