Tim Pratt is a busy guy. Besides producing a dozen novels, two (soon to be three) collections, and over a hundred short stories in the past ten or so years, Mr. Pratt is also a senior editor at Locus Magazine.
Read MoreInterview with Tim PrattWelcome to issue 45 of Apex Magazine. This month, we draw our inspiration from well-known surreal tales of ghosts and folly, blood and love, showing our hopes and fears beyond the worlds we know so well.
Read MoreBlood on Vellum: Notes from the Editor-in-ChiefAt the end of the first act of Hamlet, the Prince of Denmark has a problem.
Now, what you think that problem is depends on how you understand what has just happened. Let’s start with what we know.
Read MoreWelcome to the Reformation, BitchesWe knew we were in trouble when Macbeth insisted on seeing the witches first.
Read MoreMy Voice Is in My SwordHer son was mad. She had been certain of it since the cursed night when he turned the players’ play against her husband, killed old Polonius in her chamber, bespoke his father’s ghost, and at last set off for England.
Read MoreMad Hamlet’s Mother
There is an entire history in the stars. Light takes time to travel, to get from wherever the star is to wherever we can see it, here, on Earth. So when you think about it, when we see the stars, we are looking back in time. Everything those stars actually shone on has already happened. But just because a story already happened, that doesn’t mean it’s finished.
Read MoreThe Face of Heaven So FineKate Elliott (Alias A. Rasmussen) is the acclaimed author of over a dozen fantasy and science fiction novels from Tor and DAW, among others, and her short fiction has appeared in numerous anthologies.
Read MoreAn Interview with Kate ElliottThe noon show is the three-hour 1858 Booth production. The most fashionable historical war remains the First American Civil. Whenever FACfans discover that Lincoln’s assassin played Horatio, they simply must come and gawk at this titillating replica of their favorite villain playing no one’s favorite character.
Read MoreZebulon Vance Sings the Alphabet Songs of LoveClea Majora walked through the hot streets of Nova Ostia, her sandalled feet lightly treading on the wide, baked, paving stones. She bought a honey cake from a pastry stall and nibbled it as she walked, using the vine leaf wrapper to catch the crumbs.
Read MoreThe Patrician