Wednesday, January 23, 2013


Several good ones today! All free - All legal!

• At The Colored Lens: "An Archivist of Leaves" by Brenda Stokes Barron.
      "But Abigail didn’t notice any of these things until she’d slipped through the veil into the Dark Forest. She didn’t notice until the dense trees had swallowed her whole."

• At Daily Science Fiction: "Beyond the Gate" by Terr Light.
     "Through the boundary I could see shadows of people walking, lingering for a moment, gathering into a crowd and then moving on. Today's crowd was bigger than yesterday, and I was certain each person could see me as plain as day"

• At Hub: "Tourists" by Emma Newman.
     "He watched his cousin at the door of the hotel, dressed in the crisp uniform and sweating in the heat. He didn’t care what his father made them do. He just thought of the money and said only the stupid ones fell for it."

• At Lightspeed: "Child-Empress of Mars" by Theodora Goss. Science Fiction.
      "In the month of Ind, when the flowers of the Jindal trees were in blossom and just beginning to scatter their petals on the ground like crimson rain, a messenger came to the court of the Child-Empress. He announced that a Hero had awakened in the valley of Jar."

• At Lightspeed: "Purity Test" by Kristine Kathryn Rusch. Fantasy.       
      "My feet are scraped and bleeding, my slippers shredded and almost useless. The dress hangs in tatters around me. No longer white, it still bears the pearls along the bodice, and I hope I can keep them close and sell them in whatever town I find myself in. Provided I find a town. Provided I ever leave these woods. I have traveled for two days, surviving on puddle water and berries, hoping that the sounds I hear behind me aren’t my father, Roland, and the dogs."

• At Nightmare Magazine: "The Ease With Which We Freed the Beast" by Lucius Shepard.
       "Me and Molly Bruin were lying on our stomachs atop a sea cliff overlooking Droughans Beach, fresh from a [. . .] and lolling there, our skins stuck with bits from the weeds and tall grasses that cloaked our sin, with the wind in our faces and our lives yet to be lived."

• At World SF Blog: "On the Feast of Stephen" by Cyril Simsa.
      "The thing that hadn’t occurred to me—the thing that hadn’t occurred to any of us, when we set off into the woods—was that, what with the history of migration in Central Europe, we couldn’t be sure whose warrior was sleeping where, or whom we would end up summoning."

Flash Fiction

Audio Fiction
• At Clarksworld: "Effigy Nights" by Yoon Ha Lee.       \
      "The city lies at the galaxy’s dust-stranded edge, enfolding a moon that used to be a world, or a world that used to be a moon; no one is certain anymore. In the mornings its skies are radiant with clouds like the plumage of a bird ever-rising, and in the evenings the stars scatter light across skies stitched and unstitched by the comings and goings of fire-winged starships."  

• At LibriVox: The Nibelungenlied by Anonymous, translated by Daniel B. Shumway. Epic Fantasy.
     "The Nibelungenlied is an epic poem in Middle High German. The story tells of dragon-slayer Siegfried at the court of the Burgundians, how he was murdered, and of his wife Kriemhild's revenge."

• At Ministry of Peculiar Occurances: "Positively Shocking" by Tee Morris. Steampunk.
      "Constance Magee is not a street urchin, not a thief, not a lost soul in the street of London. She is a girl surviving Her Majesty’s Empire one day at a time, nursing a sense of right and wrong, And sometimes, that sense doesn’t always see eye-to-eye with the law."

• At StarShipSofa: "The Moon Moth Part 2" by Jack Vance. Science Fiction.

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