sup posthavers
My FreeSpace tribute story 'Morrigan in the Sunglare' will appear in an upcoming issue of Clarkesworld, one of the finest science fiction/fantasy markets on Earth. I've already notified my idol ~JASON SCOTT~ and I hope he'll like it.
I've also had a bunch of other stories published across a number of markets, almost all of them (like Clarkesworld) free to view, so check out
my website if you'd like to catch up. HIGHLIGHTS INCLUDE
Never Dreaming, in Four Burns
If she doesn’t kill herself first, she’ll enter terminal dementia, withdraw from all outside stimulation, and die. Every time she wakes up from a dream she thinks: it hasn’t started yet. And: that could have been the last one.
She’s never going to see her engine fly.
Nur Zaleha binti Abdul Samad is right on the edge of inventing an engine that will give mankind the stars. But she has sporadic fatal insomnia: she’s going to lose the ability to dream, and then she’s going to die. There’s an impossible way out, but it has a price. In Clarkesworld.
Testimony Before an Emergency Session of the Naval Cephalopod Command
The squid is a solipsistic psychopathic God with a lust for submarine hull and a mandate from Ronald Reagan branded on its hunting tentacles.
A rogue Navy squid destroys a Soviet submarine and brings the world to the edge of nuclear war. One acid-washed cephalopod psychologist knows why. In Drabblecast.
A Tank Only Fears Four Things
When Tereshkova wakes up from the surgery, she is a tank. She knows it in her hull.
Love, trauma, uncertainty: all much easier to handle as a Soviet main battle tank. Forthcoming in Lightspeed.
Our Fire, Given Freely
Now that tribute sings in Bray’s veins, burns in the sweat upon her brow, alloys her bone and breath. Six years she has been sworn and still this power dizzies her.
Fire flows from the people to the monarch, so that she may rule unsleeping; from the monarch to the şövalye, so that they will fight unvanquished. These are the rules of civilization on the Black Atora. Until now. Forthcoming in Beneath Ceaseless Skies.
A Plant (Whose Name is Destroyed)
Hayden opens the blinds and leaves them that way. “I don’t like theology much,” he says. “It makes me self-conscious.”
Naveen needs to learn whether his boyfriend is actually a Sumerian deity, and how much you can love someone before you stop being yourself. In Strange Horizons.
I also have a couple big bits of news
hopefully coming up, one involving a novel-length take on
The Traitor Baru Cormorant, the other a bit more secret and a bit less certain but pretty frightfully cool.
so how's everybody
(GOOBER FINISH THE NEW INSTALLER)
