Welcome to a world of wind & wonder, sky & ground, heart & hope.
Short Stories, Serials, Games, Essays:
- “An Explorer’s Cartography of Already-Settled Lands,” Tor.com 2017
- “Grotesquerie,” Uncanny Magazine (September) 2017
- “Death And My Mentions,” The Death of All Things Anthology, 2017
- Game worlds: State Liminal – for Storium
- Essay: Speculative Fiction 2015 – “Change the Language, Change the World”
- Essay: Invisible3 – “Notes from the Meatcage”
- Reprint: “Only Their Shining Beauty Was Left,” 2017 Year’s Best Dark Fantasy & Horror
- “Regarding Your Future with the Futures Planning Consortium,” with Raq Winchester, Fireside Fiction April 2017
- “Happenstance,” Futurescapes: Cities of Empowerment Anthology 2017
“Sunlight hits the top floor of One Eastwaters Tower in a hard, bright wave. When the afternoon glow also strikes the lake, everything turns to dazzle.I’ve lived high-lakeside for three years. I still startle at the ripple of water-light on the floor, dappling my skin, sparking off the bits of my exoskel that are otherwise invisible no matter what I’m wearing.”
- Serial Box: The Witch Who Came in From The Cold, guest episode 6
Witchcraft and tradecraft in cold-war era Prague. What could possibly go wrong? Everything.
CLOUDBOUND, 2016 from Tor / Macmillan
In the sky-high city of living bone, to fall beneath the clouds is to be lost forever. But Nat Densira, along with Kirit Skyshouter, finds more in the grey expanse than he ever expected. To survive, he must let go of everything he believes. READ AN EXCERPT (read more | order: Amazon | B&N | goodreads | Main Point Books*)
“The Jewel and Her Lapidary,” Tor.com (May 2016)
Buried beneath the layers of a traveler’s guide is a hidden history: two kingdoms, powerful gems, and the even more powerful Lapidarys who bind them. Lin and Sima, caught in a web of intrigue and deceit, must find a way to escape the traps set by the past and save their kingdom. An epic fantasy, in miniature. 2016 LOCUS RECOMMENDED READING LIST
“Only Their Shining Beauty Was Left” ~ Shimmer ~ September 2016
2016 YEAR’S BEST DARK FANTASY & HORROR | 2016 LOCUS RECOMMENDED READING LIST
On her second day studying in the Monteverde, Arminae Ganit stared at damp sky framed by beech leaves and fiddleheads and wished she could photosynthesize. She touched fingertips to the thick loam at her feet. Moist air slicked her cheeks and dampened her t-shirt so her pack’s straps rubbed at the skin beneath. The forest’s shifting clouds dappled Arminae’s hands dark and light. She imagined her fingers exuding roots; her hair, fruit and leaves.
Reprint: “A Moment of Gravity Circumscribed,” A Bone Universe short story. ~ Lightspeed ~ October 2016
“The Thousandth Cycle” Eclipse Phase: After the Fall ( January 2016 epub, March)
The first time Hanni let the machines taste her, she was afraid. She tensed as her nanobots slid beneath her skin, tiny and highly illegal. The bots felt her fear, reflected it. Sought more. Later, that became part of her act. Her fear, their hunger.
UPDRAFT, a high-flying fantasy (Tor, 2015)
Winner of the Andre Norton Award for Young Adult Best Science Fiction and Fantasy
Nebula Nominee for Best Novel
Compton Crook Award Winner
Dragon Award Nominee
“Bent the Wing, Dark the Cloud,” Beneath Ceaseless Skies (September 3, 2015)
Calli Viit unwound a green silk tether from three bundles of long bone battens and spread them on her worktable. If she picked the right ones quickly, she might avoid further angering her father. …
“The Ghost Tide Chantey” Tor.com for National Poetry Month (April 8, 2015)
Once, our island sang four chanteys: storm, shoal, hearth, haul.
Seven tides graced our lee shore: ebb, low, slack, neap, high, perigee, spring.
Now the lee shore lies barren. Now I sing one chantey and
new tides sweep the sand: iron, smoke, and bone. …
“You are Two Point Three Meters from Your Destination,”Uncanny: A Magazine of Science Fiction and Fantasy (Issue Three, Spring 2015)
Commencing Route for Orpheus of Thrace.
Proceed from Ciconian Coast meadow south–southwest to mouth of Eurotas River in Laconia, approximately eight hundred kilometers. Travel time to waypoint: seven days at your current speed …
“The Topaz Marquis,” (reprint) Apex (February 2015)
“A Moment of Gravity, Circumscribed,” (reprint) THIRTEEN (March 20 2015)
“How to Walk through Historic Graveyards in the Digital Age,” Asimov’s Science Fiction(April/May 2015) [Read online here]
Officially, I don’t see anything I’m not supposed to. That’s in all the reports. That’s what I tell myself each night when I sneak into St. Paul’s cemetery like the local kids do. My eyes are still sensitive and weak from surgery, especially the right one. Even at night, light flickers at the edges of my vision, becoming open mouths, panicked hands, a fire-bright bird plummeting through a shattering roof. …
“Welcome Briefing At The Obayashi-Ragan Youth Hostel” Abyss & Apex (October)
Listen carefully, kids: I’ll tell you things the other hostel folk won’t. Budget carefully. This ride isn’t forever. Don’t be afraid to go it alone.
Sure, you’ll meet someone out here. Most everyone does. Two someones, maybe. You’ll make plans. She’ll be headed for Peary Crater Moon Hostel or Eris YHA. He’ll want to see the ice-flowers on Europa. …
“Like a Wasp to the Tongue,” Asimov’s Science Fiction ~ April/May
Diana Rios swore she’d put the next stung brigger who entered her garrison med tent out of their misery with her bare hands.
“What possessed you to put a live wasp in your mouth, Jersey?” she asked, before tearing an antihistamine pen cap off with her teeth. …
“Nine Dishes on the Cusp of Love,” Daily Science Fiction (June 3)
Her: passing through to new horizons, slumming my station’s crowded bar. Me: just off a line-cook shift, eating my free meal. Her teeth flashed, her eyes gleamed, her dress sparkled. I smelled of fish and spice. Each desired other, she said later. The bar’s glass and mirrors wove a net of her and caught me, young and fresh. …
“Local Delicacies,” Drabblecast (June 15), narrated by Lauren Synger
My boss, Danny, liked to brag that El Corazon was the best Tex-Mex restaurant just off the Vegas Strip. “Because of you, Bescha,” he’d say to me. “You keep the customers happy. You keep me out of trouble.”
I won’t say which part of my job was harder. …
“The Naturalist Composes His Rebuttal,” Lakeside Circus (June 22) with bonus podcast from Don Pizarro.
Bearing in mind that on the eve of the unfortunate disaster, poor preparation may have contributed SOMEWHAT to the kinking of the ship’s main air canvas, and to our precipitous grounding, I must say –
“The Topaz Marquise,” Beneath Ceaseless Skies, Issue 152
The man waiting outside my studio three days before the new year was dark with travel, his cloak ragged and mud-stained. The gray hollows around his eyes and beneath his cheekbones proclaimed his business. Even so, I feared I would be robbed before our exchange ended.
“What are you selling?” I held the heavy brass key in my hand like a weapon, refusing to unlock the studio door. Beyond the thin wooden barrier, a rough amethyst the size and texture of a shelled walnut waited on my cutting tray to be improved. The man before me could never enter that room. …
“A Moment of Gravity, Circumscribed,” Impossible Futures Anthology ~ August 2013
Djonn’s father owned the last ticker in the city and made sure everyone knew it. Brass-bodied, the ticker looked fragile and cold, its clouded glass face obscuring the dark symbols beneath. Despite its age, it ticked loud and regular, breaking the arc of a day into increments. …
“How to Feed Your Pyrokinetic Toddler,” UFO 2 ~ October 2013
Department of New Health Services, Parenting Manual #415: With the recent epidemic of pyrokinesis-novus affecting children worldwide, parents who are eager to move from the newborn-feeding stage should consider the following guidelines and questions,…
“Without,” Nature ~ September 2012
I filled a glass of water before bed and that’s when Tim finally shouted at me.
“Look at the calendar for Pete’s sake, how many times do I have to tell you?” he said from the kitchen doorway. …
“Everyone Loves a Hero,” Daily Science Fiction ~ November 2011
The hero roars up on his Harley, and deploys a grin that could melt an ice cave. “Hey hon, what’s new?”
I can tell you firsthand that it’s impossible to hate a hero. It’s also difficult to date one,…
Morning finds the farmers’ market burst into flower and fruit below the expressway. Carts and tables elbow for space, showcasing chard, sunflowers, and bushels of crabs. The bridge above thumps its irregular heartbeat as cars rush forward over concrete slabs. …
- “Hospitale Degli Innocenti,” The Marlboro Review, Vol. 3
- “Night Watch,” Poetry Baltimore, WordHouse Press. 1997