My story, The Souk of Dreams, is up at the
Cabinet des Fees! This is the second story of mine they've published. (
The first was Nor Yet Feed the Swine.) "Souk," in an earlier draft, was one of my Clarion audition stories. It's been improved by the incomparable Karen Joy Fowler, and subsequently revised. (Now that I think about it, "Swine" was also a story 'touched by Karen.' Hmm.)
Here's the opening of
The Souk of Dreams:
The full moon brightens the Dubai desert as Dylan follows Samar up the sand dune, having second thoughts. He has no idea where in the desert they are. He has no idea what to expect at the Souk of Dreams. And having impulsively agreed to come with him, Dylan has no idea if he can trust Samar.
And! I'm toc-mates with one of my Clarion buddies, Justin Whitney, who is a wonderful writer. I especially love his East Texas stories, and
Dry Spell is one of them. And Dot, the fairy godmother, is one of my favorite characters:
She pulled her favorite sweatshirt over her head. Folding her crisp dragonfly wings flat, she tugged the shirt down so that the slits in back lined up just right. One at a time, she pushed just so with her shoulder blades until each wing popped out. With all four through, she gave her wings a buzz. They might look like veiny cellophane but they were as tough as old Dot herself.
It's a great issue of a delightful webzine - and it's free to read.
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