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Issue #91, Special Issue for BCS Science-Fantasy Month — March 22, 2012

Featuring science-fantasy cover art by Mats Minnhagen and Author Interviews
Issue also available on Kindle and as Epub, Mobi, or PDF

“The Book of Locked Doors,” by Yoon Ha Lee

Vayag entered Subway Station 14, trying to ignore the book’s continued whispering. The station was cleaner than it ever had been during her childhood. Say what you would about the Meroi, but they were excellent administrators. There were no beggars–but neither were there sellers of fruit, players of drums and tellers of fortunes with cards of azalea and crane. Vayag and her sister had come to stations just like this one, buying sour-sweet candies on the way home from school. Now when she looked at the station, all she saw were doors opening and closing, opening and closing, in mechanical defeat.

“Juggernaut,” by Megan Arkenberg

I closed my eyes and lay my head on my folded arms. I wanted to say yes to Casimar, and not only because I needed her protection. Every word of her argument was true; if Juggernaut denied itself the safety of belonging to Casimar Altan, if it let itself fall into the hands of Tourkis, the Dragons’ power in the Tourkis System would be absolute. Like the fuel-starved orbit of Akshayavat, it would be nearly impossible to escape.

Author Interviews, for BCS Science-Fantasy Month:

Megan Arkenberg on “Juggernaut,” the machinery of subgenre, and why an oppressed underclass is allowed economic power.

Yoon Ha Lee on “The Book of Locked Doors,” an occupied people as neither passive victims nor virtuous heroes, and carved keyholes and giant bird-gods. (Coming March 29)

Audio Fiction Podcast 078

“The Book of Locked Doors,” by Yoon Ha Lee, from BCS #91

Vayag entered Subway Station 14, trying to ignore the book’s continued whispering. The station was cleaner than it ever had been during her childhood. Vayag and her sister had come to stations just like this one, buying sour-sweet candies on the way home from school. Now when she looked at the station, all she saw were doors opening and closing, opening and closing, in mechanical defeat.

From the Archives:

“The Motor, the Mirror, the Mind,” by T.F. Davenport, from BCS #36

“When you sat down so suddenly, the movement caused an infinitesimal trauma to the flesh in your head. In that chaos, a few of the tiny creatures that compose your brain were killed. Are you sad for them? Or do you only care about them so long as they provide you with movement, emotions, the mirrors that reflect my mind in yours?”

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