Regina sat by her father’s bedside, staring down at his gaunt frame as he shifted his bony legs, trying and failing to get comfortable. She didn’t want him to die. Why was it taking him so long to die?
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“You can see summer from here,” said Zoya. “On a clear day, anyway. And September’s a ten-minute walk.”
Read MoreSexagesimalThis message is being transmitted to every member of your species, and to the individuals of the several other intelligent species, observed and unobserved, that share your world with you.
Read MoreDuring the PauseHe wakes before dawn to prepare her breakfast. The spoons and pot-handles are clumsy in his curving claws, but the servants all left long ago, and so he has learned to make do.
Read MoreWaiting for BeautyKora had heard the rumors. They were everywhere that fall, blown on the wind along with the golden fans of fallen ginkgo leaves. Everyone claimed to know someone who had been invited, though Kora spoke to no one who had attended.
Read MoreMurdered SleepThere’s an armless maiden in the woods beyond the house.
Read MoreArmless Maidens of the American WestThat day, the complacent city received three warnings. No one bothered to take notice. The city listened only to itself.
Read MoreUndercityMy father lay dying on the cot, one of many in this draughty poorhouse. His lips trembled in the weak light of the distant fireplace. He was trying to speak, but the moans and groans, the uneasy snores and dream-speech, of all the other men on other cots around us drowned out his voice.
Read MoreThe Silk MerchantThey cut out Kade’s heart before they sent him to the Front, and in his dreams, he still could feel the scalpel’s blade against his skin. It was far from the worst of his nightmares, but that didn’t stop him from waking in a cold sweat and clutching at his chest.
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