"Eyes narrowed in concentration, Eleanor knelt in front of the kitchen fire and stared at the hearthstone directly before her, willing the symbol that she knew was magically embedded there to appear. As she did so, she felt a thin trickle of power flowing from her to it, a sensation that was unsettingly like blood... Continue Reading →
Twelfth Knight by Alexene Farol Follmuth
"When I first started playing MMORPGs, I used to use a headset. I don't anymore. You know why? Because when boys hear a girl's voice, they either come for you unnecessarily, thinking you'll be easy prey, or they think everything you say is flirting. Being nice to a geek whole being visibly female is the... Continue Reading →
A Letter from the Lonesome Shore by Sylvie Cathrall
"Moments after we docked onto the Structure - just as I was considering whether I could risk glancing fondly at her again - we were suddenly plunged into absolute darkness. Though the interior lights in the depth-craft activated quickly, all I could see outside was impenetrable murk. No luminous fish, no shadowy deep-sea whales, not... Continue Reading →
Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil by V.E. Schwab
"The night is a hand on the back of her neck, heavy, unwelcome, and she feels dizzy, unmoored, the world gone soft under her feet, her senses knocked off-kilter- like taking a nap in the afternoon and waking to find it's dark outside, or stepping off one of those moving sidewalks, or lying for too... Continue Reading →
The River Has Roots by Amal El-Mohtar
"The first time Esther met Rin, they were a storm. While walking in the Modal Lands she was caught in a howling gale, and took shelter beneath one of the granite outcroppings that littered the area near the Refrain. There was a great clashing in the air, and the sort of mixing weather common to... Continue Reading →
Stormlord Rising by Glenda Larke
"The journey was a nightmare, yet a nightmare painted on a background that stirred Terelle's soul. The wide skies, the strange orange light of dawn, the burning white sun of midday and the crimson dusks; the shadowed scarps, the gnarled trees clawing their way into barren soils, the weathered rocks and sculpted cliffs: she remembered... Continue Reading →