Sly Boys
The sled had to be four hundred years old. It was old enough that Teeger couldn’t place it anyway, and the license he’d flashed back at port put him at his seventh refit. Figuring he took each build as far … 
Afterword by Stephen Graham Jones
You never hit a story that’s only one genre, do you? Westerns tend to have some element of romance, horror uses comedy as pressure-release valve, fantasy’s nearly always got a few solid action sequences, science fiction and spy thrillers trade …
The Moon Illusion
There are summer evenings when the moon stretches across the horizon, huge and white and hundreds of thousands of miles closer than it is supposed to be. It’s a simple illusion, contingent on conning the eye and the duping brain. …
The Populism and Realism of Science-Fiction
As a recent graduate of an MFA program, I feel confident in asserting that all writing students are aware of the insanity of their pursuits. This awareness manifests itself in different forms: as angry refutations of the accusation that all …
The Flesh Made Word
One: “Who were you fucking?” he asked. Saturday, mid-morning. She met his eyes. “Mitchell—why,” she said, but returned her attention to segmenting the grapefruit. The paper was folded over to Arts and Entertainment, to the theater reviews. Everything was …
Pennies
I’m kept well. My mistress, Ms. Cincy, is never one to complain about too many blood stained carpets. She loves buying new things; I make space for them. That’s partnership. I work with Ms. Cincy’s family. Torov Black, their driver, …
The Complete Europa (So Far)
crashing house, breaking house
Crashing House One of us, Carla, lived in the Crashing House before we dubbed it the Crashing House and she lived there for 22 years. Carla was a blonde woman whom we liked and she cooked and cleaned and one …