My death smells like cold steel and hot vomit. I touch my head and feel the cranial cap tightly holding in the fragments of my skull. I also have three metal snowflakes in there.
Read MoreSteel Snowflakes in My SkullIn infancy she hated first diapers, then dolls. Later she hated the school bus, her eagerly smiling teachers, insipid songs about scissor safety, and standing in line for soggy meat and cheese sandwiches she didn’t even want to eat.
Read MorePerfectThe world works in downright strange ways.
Magazines are put together months in advance. It was in, oh, December of last year, I think, that Cameron and Elise and I determined that the April issue of Apex would be about repair.
Read MoreResolute: Notes from the Editor-in-ChiefJulie Dillon is a freelance illustrator from Northern California. She has won the Chelsea Award, and was nominated for the 2013 Hugo.
Read MoreInterview with Julie DillonOne of the best moments in any episode of Doctor Who is in “The Doctor Dances” when the Doctor explains to Rose that their new friend, Captain Jack Harkness, is “flexible” with his sexuality. Jack doesn’t restrict himself to monosexuality.
Read MoreInvisible Bisexuality in TorchwoodClaire Humphrey has witnessed more sides of the publishing industry than most writers see in a lifetime. By day, she works as a buyer with Indigo Books, and by night she is the reviews editor for Ideomancer, in addition to writing dark fictions of her own.
Read MoreInterview with Claire HumphreyRobin called it an apartment, but it was really part of an old carpet factory in the Junction: an echoing space where one of the looms used to be, furnished with a broken church pew, two wheelchairs, and the bench seat from a minivan.
Read MoreThe End of the World in Five DatesThe maiden and the dragon met on the night of the new moon, when the darkness would be deepest and the virtuous would be inside and afraid. They met on a high moor, lonely enough to be suitable for the conference, and the wind howled and cried and pulled at the maiden’s long cornsilk hair as if it were the soul of a badly neglected child.
Read MoreTo Increase His Wondrous Greatnesse MoreThey have done everything they can to hide the arm. One of the finest needlewomen in the court created an elaborate sling, decorated with jewels and feathers, with the pattern of a swan fleeing a rainbow to chase a radiant moon.
Read MoreUndone