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Issue #77 — September 8, 2011

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“Salvage,” by Margaret Ronald

The lenses continued to strike as I leapt over Phidias. I wrenched Lundqvist’s stylus from the socket, heedless of the damage I did to both. “Professora Lundqvist!” I shouted, peering at her sensor ring and the brain beyond. But the walls continued to keen, and Lundqvist’s phonograph remained silent.

“Gone Sleeping,” by Heather Clitheroe

Gris-Gris’s fur moved where I blew on it, but nothing happened, and I felt desperate sad but also I felt so happy to know I wasn’t a witch. It wasn’t working and he wasn’t coming back alive, so I wasn’t a witch. But when I thought that to myself, something in Gris-Gris seemed to tremble, and I touched his chest with my finger and felt it move.

Audio Fiction Podcast 066

“The Witch’s Second,” by Marissa Lingen, from BCS #76

Lillian countered by flinging a particular spelled spice blend about her. I couldn’t tell what it was supposed to do, other than make me want roast chicken for luncheon, but Lord Benderskeith fell to his knees. Lillian took advantage of his moment of weakness to reach for some of the fermented entrails. But Lord Benderskeith rallied astonishingly, summoning an ugly little imp to wreak havoc with Lillian’s work.

From the Archives:

“Kreisler’s Automata,” by Matthew David Surridge, from BCS #10

The Prodigy scampered forward at once and sat before the pipe organ’s keyboards. Kreisler was with him. Together they began to play, calling the automata back to their city. Just as we had planned. And I, I ran after the Clockwork King, driven, as ever, by the thought of Olympia. For I had more that I would know.

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