
The printing nozzles skittered back and forth with eerie grace, laying strands of snow-white tendon over black carbon-fiber bone.
Read MoreSt. Theophilus the Penitent
She watched him basking in the dawn by the river, the butterfly man. She gave chase, with net and long legs, and he was eagerly captivated. She held her breath and him close, and he stayed still in her hands.
Read MoreButterfly Man
Tucked in the curtains of her balcony, the girl watches the parade march below, but she cannot feel the scorch of it. The crowds shout with gleaming teeth and poison tongues, the voices of madmen and soothsayers, creatures with glass hearts and dreamers selling their nightmares in bittersweet trades. Demand is high. Supply, too, is high.
Read MoreAs Long as You Can Stand It
Bishop frowned and grabbed me around the waist, fingers tightening around my abdomen. He licked my cheek. I knew I should have felt the wetness, but there was only the pressure of his tongue against my skin, snaking over my ear and into my hair.
Read MoreThe Bells
Nisi Shawl’s Everfair was one of the most anticipated novels of 2016 and garnered rave reviews from NPR, Tor.com, The Washington Post, Strange Horizons, Los Angeles Review of Books, BoingBoing, and more.
Read MoreInterview with Nisi Shawl
Brit lowered her wooden sword and sighed. She loved her students. But the girls kept hesitating, getting hung up on the moves, lagging behind. The three boys in the class of nine had stayed with her through the form, but when they thought she wasn’t looking they whaled at the ground with their weapons like taiko drummers. Could they be any more clichéd?
Read MoreQueen of Dirt
Welcome to issue 93!
Read MoreWords from the Editor-in-Chief
An interview with our issue 92 cover artist.
Read MoreInterview with Cover Artist Aaron Nakahara
It’s been a whole month since anyone’s seen Vera, and the circumstances of us finally seeing her this weekend are going to be ultra grody-odd, so I deliberate forever doing my Face. In the end I decide to go subtle: an airbrushed conglom of three of my most flattering private snaps, plus Holly Rexroat-Carrow’s lips and Sofia Lawless’s cheekbones from that Vogue shoot she did on the Moon. Nothing too recent, nothing that’ll make Vera feel like she is way, way unsynched and missing out on all kinds of hot shit. Which she has been, obviously.
Read MoreMasked