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Issue 35: 3rd Quarter 2010 "Whoever battles
monsters should take care not to become a monster too, for if you stare long
enough into the Abyss, the Abyss stares also into you." |
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Editorial | ||||||||||||||
News! Small Press Reviews
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Short Fiction | ||||||||||||||
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Chinvat Bridge
Static hisses while his finger holds the button down in angry silence before
he speaks. "Go find her. Bring her back. If she doesn't come back alive, don't
come back yourself."
"Blow me, and blow the bridge."
"Don't tempt me."
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Fairyland
The coffee gushes up and burns Cecily’s throat. It’s how
she knows she’s back in her body. Lips clamped shut, she manages not to be
sick and then notices the patches. They’ve turned red and are sending a
pulse through her skin that is in time with a high-pitched alarm echoing in
her ears. The house system is trying to warn her of something.
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Invention
The robot guarding the office trailer poked his head in to ask if I needed
anything. I have my lunch bag and my heart medication and you taught me how to
use e-mail, Willy, so I said no, I didn't need anything just now thank you.
Except to be let go. But of course he's not going to do that.
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Ice Moon Tale
Was it so bad, she wondered, to want to be a storyteller instead of just a no
moon daughter? To want to be the one to keep the tales of Lalm, of the People?
There were so many no moon children, it seemed, when compared to the ice moon
children. Hardly special at all. And she could feel the stories sometimes,
fluttering inside her, like captured birds wanting to be let free. Surely that
meant that something.
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Prelude to Battle
Forget about launching a thousand ships; here was the face that sunk a
thousand ships. With a smile like that, he found it hard to believe, but this
was the woman who lost the War.
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Flash Fiction | ||||||||||||||
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In The Bag
The thieves, they set upon the tiny bag, and I could see they were struggling
to get at a big wodge of gold that choked the opening. While they argued,
trying to get the ingot out, snatching the bag one from each, my master
muttered the old pes petrat sinistrus and turned each man's left leg to
stone.
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Poetry | ||||||||||||||
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Frank The Lamp
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Kafka On Vacation
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Leaving Evolution
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Tiamat
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Colophon and Affiliations | ||||||||||||||
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