Elly Bangs was raised in a new-age cult and once rode her bicycle alone from Seattle to the Panama Canal. Now she lives by the Salish Sea, where she writes by night and fixes machines by day. Her short fiction has appeared in Clarkesworld, Galaxy’s Edge, and Strange Horizons, and her post-apocalyptic cyberpunk novel just found a publisher.
A walk that would have taken her seconds once now was a handful of moments for each tiny leg of it, stopping to replenish herself.
Cara Masten DiGirolamo
"Now," the new conductor said once they were tuned, offering a smile that promised infinite secrets. "We begin."