THE KINGDOM OF VOICES

“A man called Sefu marches along a rural trail. He carries a sword on his back, and when he sees his shadow, he remembers its age. Impatience pulses in his step, a barely contained force like a spring that is wound up too tight. Mineshafts burrow through the earth beneath shanties towns, somewhere in the…

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ELDER GLASS

“Shadows rushed along the sewer walls and turned them into a kaleidoscope of black. ‘I saw my future in a shard of glass.” The scavenger slogged through the runoff, his ghost-light hovering before him. “Follow me, and I shall lead you to safety.’” Published in: Fantasy Shorts, June  2020

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WORDS OF STONE AND STRAW

“Absence of light played over life-sized strawmen and creaking shelves. A door flew open, a fugitive rushed in from the street, candles flickered violently. ‘You must help me!’ The shopkeeper looked up behind her counter: ‘Must I?’” Published in: Fantasy Shorts (April 2020)  

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THE BEDFOLK

“an empty bottle blinks from the canal small people dwell in the murky water   at night they mend sandals and wash laundry gut fish and string up their scales they scrub the washrooms and pull the towels leave little gifts on the doorstep a bowl of milk for the disappeared rice and sambol for…

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THE DUST BATHYNAUT

“The rift divides the land in two halves, but neither of them is interesting. It is the rift itself that calls to people, entices them with its siren’s call from worlds away: only a dozen meters wide, with steep cliffs of grey rock and a bottom that can never be seen. Shine a light into…

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THE MOON-SEALED MUREX

“The moon-sealed murex had been right in front of Lokala, so close she felt its radiation ripple over her skin, transforming it in gentle waves.

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THROUGH TILED SPACES

“Their work done, Phalendra and her people gathered for the trek home, to their old lives and waiting families. None of them had seen the sky unfiltered for a long time, only through glass ceilings or high windows, and they longed for fresh air, without the stench of chlorine and disinfectants. They had stayed in…

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FROM WITHIN MIRRORS

“”A being of another … state. A thirster. A greeder. A leecher. A needer. A left-over from the White Table. A being that craves what it doesn’t have anymore, what it remembers vaguely, what it can no longer feel: life.” The mystic rummaged with slender fingers through the satchel she wore around her shoulder, then produced…

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THE FEASTING DREAM

“The steppe grass swayed in its ancestral patterns like flaxen hair, and the rider dreamt of his lost sister. He had traveled on horseback for many days, but all the slight pains of his body didn’t worry him, nothing more than a distant whispering in his mind. The dreams were important, the face of his…

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ROACHLING

Gihan straightened as his tuk-tuk sputtered and fell silent. The moon rose over the paddies as he tried to restart the engine. “Whoever helps me shall live in my house and eat my curries.” Published in: Page & Spine, Crumbs, September 2018  

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