Tuesday, August 13, 2013

God Save the Free Fiction - We Mean It Man - We Love Our Free Fiction.

Break out your reading glasses and hearing aids because there are many great free stories this morning. Wow! E-books and more to come.  A couple of links were swiped from Regan Wolfrom at SF Signal.

[Art from "A Meeting With The Elder"]




Fiction
• At Author's Site: "Skin Deep" by Kristine Kathryn Rusch. Science Fiction.
     "When Cullaene learns the colonists want to question him about a murder, he fears for his life. But he must also think about the daughter of the people who took him in. She appears sick, and Cullaene soon realizes only he can help her. But helping her might mean sacrificing his own life.'"

• At The Colored Lens: "Garden of Little Angels" by Kevin Kekic. Speculative Fiction.
     "'Katelyn, d-do you think they are p-poison?' Arabella asked me. Her voice sounded hoarse, the cold air sending small puffs of mist from her lips. Next to her, little Gregory bounced on his feet, the possibility of food giving the boy a sudden burst of energy. It was our third day alone in the Whispering Forest, our third day without food. The waterskin I had stolen from Father was almost empty, and dusk was fast approaching."

• At Daily Science Fiction: "Sparg" by Brian Trent. Science Fiction. Aliens.
     "From his cage, he had watched them conduct this peculiar ritual enough times to understand it was how they prepared their food. More elaborate than the brown fish-pellets they gave him. When his food dish was empty, they usually noticed as they shuffled in from the bedroom each morning. If they didn't, Sparg would gently thump his tentacles against the bars until they came over to see what was the bother. Then strange sounds would issue from their red mouths:"

• At Fantasy Faction: "Selleuk’s Bridge" by Nathan Hawke. Fantasy.
      "Thanni Ironfoot poked a stick in the fire and tried not to hear what the two Lhosir beside him were saying about the nioingr who’d sided with the Marroc up in Varyxhun castle. Taking the damned place was going to be bloody enough without having to think about whether he was on the right side of the fight."

• At HiLobrow: "Herland - Part Five" by Charlotte Perkins Gilman. Science Fiction. 1915.
      "It is no use for me to try to piece out this account with adventures. If the people who read it are not interested in these amazing women and their history, they will not be interested at all."

• At Lightspeed: "The Litigation Master and the Monkey King" by Ken Liu. Fantasy.
      "The tiny cottage at the edge of Sanli Village—away from the villagers’ noisy houses and busy clan shrines and next to the cool pond filled with lily pads, pink lotus flowers, and playful carp—would have made an ideal romantic summer hideaway for some dissolute poet and his silk-robed mistress from nearby bustling Yangzhou."

• At Lightspeed: "At Budokan"  by Alastair Reynolds Science Fiction.
     "I’m somewhere over the Sea of Okhotsk when the nightmare hits again. It’s five years ago, and I’m on the run after the machines went berserk. Only this time they’re not just enacting wanton, random mayhem, following the scrambled choreography of a corrupted performance program. This time they’re coming after me, all four of them, stomping their way down an ever-narrowing back alley as I try to get away, the machines too big to fit in that alley, but in the malleable logic of dreams somehow not too big, swinging axes and sticks rather than demolition balls, massive, indestructible guitars and drumsticks."

• At SciFi Ideas: "A Meeting With The Elder" by Cory Trego-Erdner. Science Fiction.
      "His contact among the kahoons met him the moment he stepped off the dropcraft. The sensory proboscis above its single, gaping intake nostril lifted in greeting, and the tendrils at its tip quivered as it tasted his scent. It then uttered a spoken greeting to him, the words emerging from its nostril. A kahoon’s four jaws were a formidable masticatory apparatus"

• At Strange Horizons: "Din Ba Din" by Kate MacLeod. Speculative Fiction.
   "I look down at my hands, past the dirt. Sun-darkened, wrinkled, but not loose skin on bone. I'm forty, maybe nearly fifty. This isn't the rocket launch I dread, not yet."

Flash Fiction

Audio Fction
• At Author's Site: "Beam Up on Aisle Five, Part 2" by Scott Sigler.
     "In the first episode, the Rabbi and Big Ugly were supposed to find the President and bring his money back to Chad LaTilton, only before our heroes could complete this task, the President wound up dead. Now Rabbi and Big Ugly are on the hook for that cash — they have to find a lady named "Carnie" who might have a clue as to the money's wherabouts. Listen in for more lubesters, violence, a few shots of Sea Breeze and some Pomeranian poop"

• At Lightspeed: "The Litigation Master and the Monkey King" by Ken Liu. Fantasy.
      "The tiny cottage at the edge of Sanli Village—away from the villagers’ noisy houses and busy clan shrines and next to the cool pond filled with lily pads, pink lotus flowers, and playful carp—would have made an ideal romantic summer hideaway for some dissolute poet and his silk-robed mistress from nearby bustling Yangzhou."

• At 19 Nocturne Boulevard: "Compensation" by C.V. Tench. Science Fiction.
      "Professor Wroxton Had Disappeared—But in the Bottom of the Mysterious Crystal Cage Lay the Diamond from His Ring!"

• At Protecting Project Pulp: "The Shadow on the Doorstep" by James Blaylock. Lovecraftian Horror.
     "It was several months after I had dismantled my aquaria that I heard a rustling in the darkness, a scraping of what sounded like footsteps on the front porch of my house."

• At Strange Horizons: "Din Ba Din" by Kate MacLeod. Speculative Fiction.
   "I look down at my hands, past the dirt. Sun-darkened, wrinkled, but not loose skin on bone. I'm forty, maybe nearly fifty. This isn't the rocket launch I dread, not yet."

Other Genres

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