Lamplighter’s Eve, by Kate Dollarhyde
“Biyya alt bas Anya, you kneel before the heads of the Merchant’s Conclave bound by wrist and ankle, a disgrace to your family’s trading company and to our collective industry.” … Continue reading
Original Order, by Natalie Ritter
i. context; or, the information needed to understand the significance of a record The dead were in mourning, which made it a wretched time for the living to ask for … Continue reading
A Summary of Menistarian Law, Composed for the Citizens of Olakia, in Response to Our Present Crisis, by Dr. Clemons Indement (as received and translated by Joseph Tomaras)
Our neighbour, the Grand Duchy of Menistaria, is renowned for the perfection of its laws and the indolence of its civil servants. Whether there is a causal link between this … Continue reading
The Maiden’s Path, by D.K. Latta
The man who rode ahead of our party was dressed in armour, dented and scraped from scores of campaigns. I could not tell if he wore it simply out of … Continue reading
Yuckl Ogle, by N. Muma Alain
It came as no surprise to people in town whenever they heard that misfortune had once again befallen Yuckl Ogle. Rumour had it that he descended from a once-powerful family, … Continue reading
The Master of Hourglasses, by Alexandra Seidel
They say that Talin is a master of hourglasses. Small children are told what he can do with those, how he will steal one’s day and one’s dreams, put them … Continue reading
A Pestilence Come for Old Ma Salt, by Dayna K. Smith
Not everyone was well on Verity Mountain. Had Ma Salt known that, she would’ve chosen not to pass the jug and tell fibs all night long. No matter how good … Continue reading
Auto-Rejection: An Outro, by Nin Harris
All of the Bunian Empress’s lizard bomohs, and all of her crocodile-men could not make a spell strong enough to get rid of two lumps. 1.5 centimetres in diameter, perfectly … Continue reading
Her Cactus Heart, by Evelyn Deshane
The cacti bloomed red flowers whenever it rained. At first, everyone thought the flower buds were just pricks on the green cactus skin, sprouting as soon as the plant slurped … Continue reading
Hemera, Hespera, Euphrone, by Kathryn Weaver
Listen: I sing of sunlight’s taste like honeyed fruit, of sunlight’s warmth like wine, of sunlight’s scent like hyacinth. It sticks in my throat. It sweetens my lips. It enlivens … Continue reading
