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Thirteenth Anniversary Double-Issue! Featuring two bonus stories, a bonus new episode of the BCS Audio Vault podcast, and new cover art: “African Relic” by Godwin Akpan.

The Burning Girl

I held the candle before me where the Normans could see it. Its weight was potential; the wick beckoned. Already the spark rose up under my skin. Mother Ursula could not put a candle in my hand and expect I would do nothing. I touched the wick. The candle lit, a tongue of fire flaring and settling. "Mon Dieu." This was whispered by the wiry, chestnut-haired man standing to Sir Gilbert's right. The nuns made the sign of the cross. Sir Gilbert smiled.

I held the candle before me where the Normans could see it. Its weight was potential; the wick beckoned.
Stronger

Once upon a time, they were just them. But monstrous creatures from the north, crook-backed savages who shot from the saddle and ate babies, drove them from their homes until they reached the sea and had nowhere else to go. So they built ships, and eventually after many cruel wanderings they reached the Black Isle. It's a fertile country, they say, deep-soiled, well-watered. Left to themselves they'd have been happy there. But they didn't get vacant possession. He was there before them. They say he's nine feet tall with the body of a man and the head of a bull.

Love is the arrow that pins us down so we can't escape.
Nemesis and the Sorcerer

In the breathless tomb, Orios touched my shoulder and stood close, as if to comfort me, but before I could protest and tell him I feared only dying disgraceful as a badger in its den, that I shook not for fear but for the action, ready to die glorious and bright, fighting beside my love as all the gods adored, he whispered that I should look out the crack of the door; my eyes were keenest. That far at least he knew my worth and trusted it.

I would dare, and I would return to his embrace.
Song So Pure and Cruel

One star-bright night, I watch Bitta chase after fireflies. I experience a spike in my chest—a hot something I can’t name—at the sight of her, so delighted by them, not me. So I shift into a firefly myself, and I lead her to the edge of a precipice. She’s so amused by my weaving, dancing flight, that she doesn’t realize where she is. She falls.

I broke her. And while I love broken things, I realize that I do not love a broken Bitta.
Audio Fiction Podcast:
Stronger

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Love is the arrow that pins us down so we can't escape.
Audio Vault:
The Mermaid Astronaut

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Introduced by the author, explaining the inspiration for the story and its ending note.
From the Archives:
Do Not Look Back, My Lion
“I will not feed another child to the Emperor. I will not.”