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Issue #70 — June 2, 2011

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“From the Spices of Sanandira, Pt. I,” by Bradley P. Beaulieu

All was silence, and Uhammad was alone with the desert and his phial of spice. He held it above his left eye and focused on his strongest memory from their journey. After pulling back his lower eyelid, he tapped some of the powder into it. It burned worse than the bright red peppers he used to flavor his dishes. He felt weightless. Despite his sudden wish to fight its call, it had all too soon taken hold of his entire being.

“The Nine-Tailed Cat,” by Michael J. DeLuca

I heft the shovel in my hand. The glint of it doesn’t compare. If I sharpened it, maybe. If I flattened it out with a mallet and ran the edge against a stone until it sparked like death-day firecrackers, then it just might outgleam the cat’s ruby torque.

Audio Fiction Podcast 061
“Cold Iron and Green Vines,” by Wendy N. Wagner, from BCS #69

I crumbled to my knees on the front steps of the church as the hinkypunks closed in on Danny O’Neil. In the twilight of the village square, their bodies were like whirling balls of smoke and light, each one’s single foot hopping almost too quickly for me to see. They had brought the smell of the bog with them, thick as sludge and duckweed.

From the Archives:
“And Other Such Delights,” by James Lecky, from BCS #42

And what music he created. His sculpted notes and cascading chords–ripped from the heart of ruined, grieving PameMorturas–were sweet and somber, furious and mournful, filled with the longing of unfulfilled lives and stolen years. They spoke of things that once were and now could never be again, of the selfishness and jealousy of those who had wreaked destruction not only upon that poor city but on the future of mankind itself.

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