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Always Let Your Dragon Fly First Class

Emryr pinches the boarding pass between her claws. Her ruby nostrils flare, and a wisp of smoke—fortunately not large enough to set off any alarms—emerges from one of them. “Economy? You promised this would be an adventure.”

Original artwork by Ashton Elliot

Featuring:

  • Wendy Nikel
  • K.R. Horton
  • Paul Jarvey
  • Kyle Menken
  • Mark English
  • Matthew Claxton
  • Jonathan Crowe
  • J.J.S. Boyce

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Editorial: / Paul Jarvey / Helen Michaud / D.F. McCourt / Matt Moore / J.J.S. Boyce / Bree Main / Erin MacNab / Jonathan Crowe  + special help from David Zhang, Dylan Freeman-Grist, and Matt Bin

The Stag

  • Fiction
BY K.R. Horton

So I won.

Sunstroke

  • Fiction
BY Mark English

We’d ripped the Mess hall and all the barracks out of Orbital to make our Cathedral. We painted everything sky-blue, and mounted a Megawatt halogen lamp at the apex. Here we tremble, rock, cry, and imagine ourselves back on Earth, blessed under the true light.

Lightning Strikes

  • Fiction
BY Matthew Claxton

Spread her out on a dissection table, and you’d see the artifice, the strangeness. There’s always been as much of the eldritch as of the scientific in her kind, though her designers would never admit it in a peer-reviewed paper. Her bones are carved from mammoth ivory, those white teeth from the opalized fossil jaws of prehistoric crocodiles. Under that butter-smooth skin, she’s all strength and lurking danger.

Northern Cross

  • Fiction
BY David Baker

There was no way to tell where it came from.  Sometimes the pillars descended from above; sometimes they rose from beneath the earth.  They rarely stayed in one place for long. “It isn’t the one,” said Joel.

AE reviews: The Swarm by Frank Schatzing

  • Reviews
BY Paul Jarvey

What would the sentience of an eternal swarm organism be? Planning to outlive humanity as inexorably and inevitably as the currents of the sea.

AE Reviews Luna: Moon Rising by Ian McDonald

  • Reviews
BY Kyle Menken

The inevitable adaptation will be game of thrones in space.

extraordinary non-traditional narratives

An Exercise in Telling: Sylvain Neuvel’s Themis Files

  • Reviews
BY Jonathan Crowe

There are risks to attempting a atypical narrative form .... These books are proof that even in our field, which often disparages style in favour of idea, the execution of that idea—how you tell that tale—does in fact matter.

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When His Hydraulics Failed and Mighty Casey Did Strike Out: Sports Science Fiction

  • Editorial
BY J.J.S. Boyce

People spend years or decades of their lives, training and hoping for a chance to run a specific distance a few hundredths of a second faster than everyone else, to vault a centimetre or two higher. Is this monumentally impressive or embarassingly trivial? Neither? Both?

Island of Misfit Toys

  • Fiction
BY C.R. Beideman

Inside a black pantry in the lab among dismal powdered food stuffs, lit only by a red warning light that might never turn green, squatted a trembling human child wrapped in frayed hex-pattern synthetic, oxygen mask covering her gaunt face, who tried not to breathe, which could at any moment force a fit of coughing and give her away.

What Dungeons and Dragons can Teach Us About Storytelling

  • Editorial
BY Luc Rinaldi

She let out a guttural bellow. Still stunned, the ogre grunted in return. Watching Sylvan attempt to speak, I thought she must be hexed—or just a fool. I began calculating who could get to her first: me, to save her, or the ogre, to turn her into its next meal. But before I could move, I felt a hand on my shoulder, next to the strap of my quiver. “Don’t."

From One, Many; From Many, One

  • Fiction
BY Matt Moore

In the beginning, when the Creator had flowed His lifeblood into the first Adams, He had decreed that a Victor could only be harmed to create a new Adam. Needlessly killing one wasted His bounty, and needlessly wounding one rendered it an abomination of His perfect image.

Memory and Faded Ink

  • Fiction
BY B. Morris Allen

“Their memories are their pride,” she said, and kissed me. “I am hoping they will teach that trick to me.” I remembered that later, as I looked around our little mokhoro with its concrete floor and mud walls and absence of Tseleng.

I’m Sorry I Couldn’t Make It True

  • Fiction
BY Wendy Nikel

The look on his face as he stared down at me left no doubt that he was thinking the same thing. His eyes pleaded with me to just flick the dial, just a tiny bit... so I could make things right. So that we could be together, somehow.

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