Scott H. Andrews
11-20-2008, 10:02 AM
Issue #4 -- Nov. 20, 2008 (http://www.beneath-ceaseless-skies.com/toc.php?s=4)
"The Crystal Stair, Pt. II," by Charles Coleman Finlay & Rae Carson FinlayKhatire reached out to grab the child, who twitched with dreaming, and froze. It was a girl, almost four. They were all brothers and sisters, all bearing mark of their father’s features. A lump, hard and stinging, grew in Khatire's chest. There were so many! She could only save one.
"The Last Devil," by Sarah L. Edwards
His body lengthened, his worn leather footings bursting as his legs, now fused, spiraled behind, scaled and glistening black. Even when the foul thing had fully turned, its hands still grasped at the air while the twisted mouth shrieked fearful things. It would have seemed only a beast, powerful and deadly, were it not for those hands and eyes, so like a man's but not, a living sacrilege.
Audio Fiction Podcast 002 (http://www.beneath-ceaseless-skies.com/audio.php)
"Sun Magic, Earth Magic," by David D. Levine, from Issue #1
The tunnel grew narrower, then the ceiling lowered as well. Soon she had to crawl on knees and elbows. Her world closed down to a bubble of light no more than a few handspans across, surrounded by a mountain of rock that pressed in on all sides. Rock that hid her from the light, the air, and her husband the Sun.
"The Crystal Stair, Pt. II," by Charles Coleman Finlay & Rae Carson FinlayKhatire reached out to grab the child, who twitched with dreaming, and froze. It was a girl, almost four. They were all brothers and sisters, all bearing mark of their father’s features. A lump, hard and stinging, grew in Khatire's chest. There were so many! She could only save one.
"The Last Devil," by Sarah L. Edwards
His body lengthened, his worn leather footings bursting as his legs, now fused, spiraled behind, scaled and glistening black. Even when the foul thing had fully turned, its hands still grasped at the air while the twisted mouth shrieked fearful things. It would have seemed only a beast, powerful and deadly, were it not for those hands and eyes, so like a man's but not, a living sacrilege.
Audio Fiction Podcast 002 (http://www.beneath-ceaseless-skies.com/audio.php)
"Sun Magic, Earth Magic," by David D. Levine, from Issue #1
The tunnel grew narrower, then the ceiling lowered as well. Soon she had to crawl on knees and elbows. Her world closed down to a bubble of light no more than a few handspans across, surrounded by a mountain of rock that pressed in on all sides. Rock that hid her from the light, the air, and her husband the Sun.