My brother shaped me, built me into the perfect bodyguard — skilled in lies and unable to lie to him; deadly in the arts of poison and steel; loyal only to him; unremarkable in looks but my body trained until I had exacting control over every muscle, every breath. I had no title and no name. My brother called me She.
Read MoreThe Gentleman of Chaos
An interview with this month's cover artist.
Read MoreInterview with Cover Artist Sunny RayReviews of stories stories that deal with loss and memory, each looking at it from a different angle and each resulting in a powerful tale.
Read MoreWords for Thought #3So Beatrice sat up and patted her head. Pigtails still held, thank the Good Goddess Durga, as Dad used to say…although Dad hadn’t believed in any pantheon predating Darwin, had gone gravy to the slaprash an atheist and a scientist and taking in vain the names of all fiend-eating ladygods sharing cross references in the ‘cyclopedia.
Read MoreThe Big Bah-HaOur interview with the author of a new Star Trek guide, Andrew Fazekas.
Read MoreStar Trek: The Official Guide to Our Universe: Interview with Andrew FazekasWe debuted the song at Harbor Bar (HarBar for short), a claustrophobic dive with walls painted yellow from years of cigarette smoke. Phalanx was still a three-piece then, but we were a full orchestra on “Thick,” exhaling the song like trees giving oxygen to the packed house.
Read MoreStarpowerAn interview with this month's featured author.
Read MoreInterview with Author Jennifer Giesbrecht
Old Man Gasper was a hulking figure packed all uneven and lumpy into a canvas suit that didn’t hang right on his body. It folded backwards around the joints and bunched up over the rims of his boots and gloves. He wore a gas mask and a mining helmet and he never took them off.
Read MoreLazarus and the Amazing Kid PhoenixWelcome to issue 86!
Read MoreWords from the Editor-in-Chief