Fiction
• At Beneath Ceaseless Skies: "The Clockwork Trollop" by Debra Doyle & James D. Macdonald. Fantasy.
"The neighborhood was dark and insalubrious; if it had not been for the sake of Professor Haversham's scientific endeavors I would never have ventured into its foul-smelling streets in the daytime, far less at night. He, however, appeared to have no such misgivings but looked about him with interest. "Now to find a public house of suitable character," he said. 'Not too difficult in this area, I should think.'"
• At Beneath Ceaseless Skies: "The Drowned Man" by Laura E. Price. Fantasy.
"I don't rightly care where he came from—he's one more person to keep watch on." Gwen nudged Corwyn toward the stairs that led belowdecks. Her voice was dark as she added, quietly, "I am not fond of new wrinkles on a job."
• At Interstellar Fiction: "Two Hearts, Two Minds" by Jo Thomas. Science Fiction.
"The packet ship appeared exactly on time. One moment, there was nothing and the docking space was empty and in the next it was not. The beauty of the jump drive."
Flash Fiction
- At Beware the Hairy: "The Skin I’m Not Quite In" by Matthew Sanborn Smith. Audio.
- At Daily Science Fiction: "The Lady Electric" by Gary B. Phillips.
- At Every Day Fiction: "A Map Of Unknown Places" by Don Raymond. Surreal.
- At Flashes in the Dark: "Mother" by Tomboy Mariski. Horror.
- At 365 Tomorrows: "When the War is Over" by Desmond Hussey. Science Fiction.
Audio Fiction
• At Beneath Ceaseless Skies: "The Clockwork Trollop" by Debra Doyle & James D. Macdonald. Fantasy.
Described Above
• At Escape Pod: "Good Hunting" by John Chu.
"_”There’s no shame in being entranced by the beauty and wiles of a _hulijing_,” Father had said. “Even the great scholar Wong Lai once spent three nights in the company of one, and he took first place at the Imperial Examinations. Your son just needs a little help.”_"
• At PodCastle: "The Discriminating Monster’s Guide to the Perils of Princess Snatching" by Scott M. Roberts.
"I bumped my nose against the window. The twinge of pain brought me back to reality. The city, the humans, the asphalt, all that. And more, now: the stench of the princess’s mother downstairs, sucking on vodka and painkillers, stinking of booze and vomit."
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