Thursday, October 20, 2011

Thursday Morning

Some great free fantasy and SF this morning. Likely a second post tonight and I'm working on comics and RPG posts for either later this week or this weekend.

Illustration from "The Box" by Bill Ward.

@Cosmos: "Deep Clean" by Adam Brown and Paul Haines.
"The unit is purely cognitive," she says. No shots, no pills. It's something brand new, this addiction therapy. Neon Kumar sits there listening to nothing. "Grace Immaculate" by Gregory Benford,
"The first SETI signal turned up not in a concerted search for messages, but at the Australian Fast Transients study that looked for variable stars. This radio array picked up quick, pulsed signals from a source 134 light-years away. They appeared again consecutively 33 hours apart."
Now Posted: Beneath Ceaseless Skies #80
"Held Close in Syllables of Light" by Rose Lemberg.
Abruptly his stronghold folded. His names struck. He tore my mind-veil off. Before I could react, the names retreated, reformed his stronghold. All too powerful for me. He laughed. “The Raker’s daughter has taken a single two-syllable. Women, huh. Weaker even than your mother. So be more sensible than her, sweet Vendelin....”'
"To the Gods of Time and Engines, a Gift" by Dean Wells.
Cecily grabbed a shard from the mirror, traced an unsteady line along the flesh of her wrist. Scars and metal piercings adorned her arms where she’d cut herself before. “They demand the spilling of blood,” Granduncle would always say, when he bothered to notice her at all. “They envy us, you see, and covet the iron flowing freely in our veins.”
Now Posted: Goblin Fruit: Autumn 2011
Featuring fantasy poetry, most with an audio version available, by Josiah J. Eikelboom, Ruth Stacey, Nina Pelaez, Nancy Sheng, C.S. MacCath, Dan Campbell, S. Brackett Robertson, Sarah Colona, Marigny Michel, Joseph Harker, Liza Graham, Cheryl Stiles, Erik Amundsen, Lyn C. A. Gardner, and Joshua Davis.

Serial Fiction
@Kat and Mouse: "Into The Woods - Part Four" by Abner Senires.
"We had landed at the edge of a wide clearing. In the center stood a low, single-story, weatherbeaten cabin that looked like it had been built well over two hundred years ago. Shingles were missing from the roof, a brick chimney slouched against the side of the cabin, and a tall pile of chopped firewood hunched next to a covered front porch."
@Paizo: "The Box - Chapter Four: Nothing Gained" by Bill Ward.
"Move back!" Kostin shouted, barely parrying a spear thrust to the gut. There were more than a score of the things, each scarcely taller than Shess but like no humanoid Kostin had ever seen. Green-skinned, bedecked with shaggy ropes of dark moss, and armed with crude spears and clubs of human bone, the naked savages fought silently, almost impassively. The sheer weight and surprise of them had pushed Kostin back until he collided with Aeventius.
@Beneath Ceaseless Skies: "The Magick" by Kristina C. Mottla.
"Out from her hands where the book once rested, a butterfly flapped clumsily toward the shutters."

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