Tag: 2017
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Need Some Healing
by Thomas Grayfson in Issue 71, December 2017 Ihsan cursed under her breath. She searched her pack for the healing potion. Kaldor lay dying beside her, a spear protruding from his belly. They had journeyed to Castle Drume on a quest to defeat Torkep, but the encounter had been disastrous for both sides. “Did we kill…
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The Regurgitated Messiah
by Keith Peck in Issue 71, December 2017 Ausonia pushed her cart, loaded with her disassembled booth, along the Heptastadion. No one had stolen her customary spot — halfway down, on the Great Harbor side of the causeway — but that damn metal Atlantean ship was still moored nearby. Her lips tightened. “Hey! Lady! Watch…
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The Work to Which I Put My Hands
by Mary Alexandra Agner in Issue 70, November 2017 The fires under my skin burn less and the tightness eases out of my sternum as I walk. Hisra and Fre, the mother goddesses, are making it clear I am moving in the right direction: toward the mesa in my visions from Hisra, straight through the…
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Out of Dijau
by A. S. Alexander in Issue 70, November 2017 The tall grass was like a field of knives, marking Nnene’s dark skin red. There was no time to worry about such things, though. Things would be much worse if she did not keep moving. Despite the danger they brought, she did not hate the centaurs. It…
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Count Three Stones
by Melanie Bell in Issue 69, October 2017 Through the door of the cave dwelling, we were watching. Demet had nudged the leather aside just enough to see and just little enough so we wouldn’t be noticed. Aunt Alay’s back was to us as she bent over the stone table, curved down towards the bread…