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Ancillary Justice

Ancillary Justice

By Ann Leckie (excerpt)

Nineteen years, three months, and one week before I found Seivarden in the snow, I was a troop carrier orbiting the planet Shis’urna. Troop carriers are the most massive of Radchaai ships, sixteen decks stacked one on top of the other. Command, Administrative, Medical, Hydroponics, Engineering, Central Access, and a deck for each decade, living and working space for my officers, whose every breath, every twitch of every muscle, was known to me. (more…)

Second Honeymoon

Second Honeymoon

By Ian Stuart (excerpt)

Onaig is on an island in the Scottish Highlands, a row of white-washed cottages nestling between a tiny harbour and the steep slope of Ben Onaig a hundred miles from nowhere. The hotel, small, stone-built, and Victorian, is perched a couple of hundred feet up the brae. It was hardly Helen’s scene. Perhaps she really did hope it would revive their marriage. Or maybe she hankered for the days when her life with Mike seemed to promise everything they wanted. Which was unlikely too; Helen wasn’t that sentimental. Remote villages were the nightlife, consisted of drinking to her about as much as children or a diet of cold porridge. They were a drag. (more…)

The Hunter

The Hunter

By Blanche Boshinski (excerpt)

“Look at the long-range implications,” the hunter said over and over again as the men argued.

Doug yelled at Cutter. “Driving drunk isn’t like cheating on your income taxes. I always knew you were a foo!” His voice was ugly, just as it was when Hugo had been missing for two days. (more…)

The Passion of Lizzie B.

The Passion of Lizzie B.

By Edward D. Hoch (excerpt)

Most eastern crimes made little impression upon people like Ben Snow who lived west of the Mississippi, but even he had heard of Lizzie Borden and the sensational murder trial the previous year at which she’d been acquitted of charges that she brutally murdered her father and stepmother. The eyes of the nation had been focused on the courthouse in New Bedford, Massachusetts, and even little children recited poems about the number of blows Lizzie struck with her axe. Still, the verdict of not guilty was cheered in the courtroom and almost universally hailed across the nation. (more…)

A Keyhole in Time

A Keyhole in Time

By James Powell (excerpt)

… Voyce smiled at the young man’s confusion. “No, of course you don’t understand. Keyholes in time won’t be discovered for another five centuries.”

Hogarth giggled and sat down on an arm of his easy chair. “Yeah, sure. Keyholes in time.” (more…)

No Vivaldi

No Vivaldi

By Edward Clinton (excerpt)

She needed energy and she looked briefly at the loaf on the cutting board. The eyes of the man in charge followed hers. “On holidays, are we?” the little leader asked, looking at her bags all packed and ready for the return flight home. She did not respond. It didn’t seem to matter. He walked slowly around the room till he stopped over by the bread board. “Who murdered the loaf?” he asked blandly, poking at the hacked up loaf of bread. The room began to blur a bit as she brought her attention away from the fire and up to his face. She was going to have to answer questions sooner or later. But then, as she stared at his face, she set about assigning an animal to him, something she always did upon first meeting a person. Aardvark, she thought, and was pleased. She had never had an aardvark before. The other two could be Brendan Bear and Mr. Macaw. (Kids would like that.) Then she noticed how awfully silent the two upstairs were. What must they be thinking? (more…)

Face value

Face value

By Jo Bannister (excerpt)

I fell off the sailboard and, despite Jamie’s efforts to extricate me, became trapped under the sail and nearly drowned. For pony trekking, I was mounted on something distantly related to Red Rum which ran away with me halfway down a rocky gorge and dumped me on my head at the bottom. The hang-gliding instructor was a drunk. After three days I’d shaved death more closely, and in more different ways, than Baron Munchausen. (more…)

The Shaft

The Shaft

By Marianne Strong, excerpt

The swing swayed again, back toward the house and forward toward the garden. My eyes and flashlight followed the forward arc back to the garden until two white statues swam into my vision. The statues drew me like ghostly figures summoning me to some solemn ceremony. (more…)

Survivor

Survivor

By Suzanne Jones

We were absolutely forbidden to go near the pool, which had to come very deep beneath the rush of water, blue green in its depth. The water was very cold coming out of the pipe, but as it fanned out onto the sand before running inn a little stream to the sea, it was pleasantly cool at the edges, though it smelled like musty straw.

I wonder now at the courage or carelessness of the women, because in the sea there were jellyfish, some of which were very poisonous, and sea snakes which were deadly. (more…)

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