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Hishi’s claws ticked on the polished floor as she ran. The sound was barely audible, yet the teeming corridors emptied ahead of her. News had spread through the great city, out and down from the bloody throne room, that a new blend – an Excisor – had been dispatched to seek vengeance. Ten million people wondered who this Excisor was going to kill today. A very few knew, and prepared as best they could.
“Sure as The Scour hunts us all,” the old ones whispered as she passed, pointing superstitiously up through the ceiling towards the roiling leaden cloud that blanketed the world. “The bonehawks will feast today.”
The bonehawks feasted every day, Hishi’s glanded memory stacks told her: Portmanteau’s dead were rendered to remove every priceless, treacherous trace of metal, and the remains dropped through one of the mile-long vents in the bottom of the track as the gargantuan city rolled along its ancient course. Vast flocks of the vicious four-winged scavengers roosted on Portmanteau’s underbelly, swooping down on Funereal days to try and catch the cascade of meat before it reached the steppe far below, there to be fought over by far more deadly competitors.
Hishi cut off the information flood with a thought. She had an Instruction from the Eternal him/herself, and would carry it out in perfectly and literally, as demanded. For the briefest of moments, the little Excisor wondered how things might be were she not to do so, and felt the gland at the top of her neck pulse. The surge of shame and contrition was so great that her step faltered and she came to a halt in an arching bloodwood cathedral, saw a flutter of red robes as a group of Spirituals scuttled to get out of her sight-line, never pausing in their endless repetition of the Histories.
Hishi – David A. Gray
Hold This Star for Me – Mark David Adam
Cheminagium – David Gallay
Love in Its Heart – David Z. Morris
Q: What do you think is the single most important quality for a good writer to possess?
A: Persistence. There will be days you want to quit. There will be months where you feel like all you are doing is banging your head against the keyboard and producing nothing remotely readable. You will get rejections. Oh, so many rejections. Saying “persistence” might be trite, but as long as you continue to learn and grow, it’s the path to success.
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- Any Old Disease – Dimitra Nikolaidou
- Velaya, the Dreaming City – Beston Barnett
- Switch – Lisa Clark
- The Three Sisters – K. D. Azariah-Kribbs
Cover art by Verena Rodríguez Saavedra.
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