Three Strange Horizons Stories You Should Read Right Before You Donate To Their Fund Drive
Choosing just three stories from the amazingness that is Strange Horizons was not easy. They have published many many many of my talented friends and peers over the past eleven (!!!!) years, as well as myself, and they have paid us all pro rates. They are in the midst of their annual fund drive, so I wanted to highlight some of the stories you may have missed over there, in hopes of showing you why they are deserving of your support. Kickstarters are all very well, but these fine folks are already proven, and they charge you nothing to read their stories.
There are a lot of others I could have chosen which I love as much as these, but these are the ones what I chose. With excerpts as arguments:
1. Every Angel Is Terrifying by Nia Stephens.
The Angel of Accidents speaks with the voice of deforming metal, the tone of breaking glass, though Reece swore he never heard. "Call her the Angel of Right Destiny," he offered. "Call her Fate. God expresses his will in accidents." And I guess Reece would know.
2. Bone Women by Eliot Fintushel.
I am the storied Inuit who hauled Bone Woman into his hut and let her suck his teardrops. What's rotted flesh and barnacles to such as I? My net nets all. I eat all, and it eats me.
3. Sleeping With Bears by Theodora Goss.
Of course he comes from old money. Ursus Americanus has been in Virginia since before John Smith founded the Jamestown Colony. The family has gone down in the social scale. It doesn't own as much land as it used to, and what it does own is in the mountains, no good for livestock, no good for tobacco. No good for anything but timber. But there sure is a lot of timber.
There are a lot of others I could have chosen which I love as much as these, but these are the ones what I chose. With excerpts as arguments:
1. Every Angel Is Terrifying by Nia Stephens.
The Angel of Accidents speaks with the voice of deforming metal, the tone of breaking glass, though Reece swore he never heard. "Call her the Angel of Right Destiny," he offered. "Call her Fate. God expresses his will in accidents." And I guess Reece would know.
2. Bone Women by Eliot Fintushel.
I am the storied Inuit who hauled Bone Woman into his hut and let her suck his teardrops. What's rotted flesh and barnacles to such as I? My net nets all. I eat all, and it eats me.
3. Sleeping With Bears by Theodora Goss.
Of course he comes from old money. Ursus Americanus has been in Virginia since before John Smith founded the Jamestown Colony. The family has gone down in the social scale. It doesn't own as much land as it used to, and what it does own is in the mountains, no good for livestock, no good for tobacco. No good for anything but timber. But there sure is a lot of timber.