Once upon a time, there were two sisters who rescued each other.
When things go bad at home, sisters Eleanor and Mike hide in a secret place under Eleanor’s bed, telling monster stories. Often, it seems those stories and their mother’s house magic are all that keep them safe from both busybodies and their dad’s temper. But when their father breaks a family heirloom, a glass witch ball, a river suddenly appears beneath the bed, and Eleanor and Mike fall into a world where dreams are born, nightmares struggle to break into the real world, and secrets have big consequences. Full of both adventure and heart, Riverland is a story about the bond between two sisters and how they must make their own magic to protect each other and save the ones they love.
+ Novel TBA (Abrams Books)
Novellas & Serials:
The Fire Opal Mechanism and The Book of Gems are set in the same world as The Jewel and Her Lapidary (Tor.com Publishing, 2016) and the short story “The Topaz Marquise” (Beneath Ceaseless Skies). The Fire Opal Mechanism will be published in 2018. The novellas were acquired by senior editor, Lee Harris from Barry Goldblatt of Barry Goldblatt Literary LLC.
Short Stories, Serials, Games, Essays:
- “Twice the Same River” Futurescapes Vol. 2
- “An Explorer’s Cartography of Already-Settled Lands,” Tor.com 2018
- Reprint: “Happenstance,” Reckoning
- Reprint: “The 10,000th Cycle” – Future Magazine
- Essay: Speculative Fiction 2015 – “Change the Language, Change the World”
- “A Catalog of Storms,” Uncanny Magazine issue 26, January 2019 (short story & podcast)
The wind’s moving fast again. The weathermen lean into it, letting it wear away at them until they turn to rain and cloud.
- Ninth Step Station, Serial Box, S1 (January 2019)
Years of disaster and conflict have left Tokyo split between great powers.
In the city of drone-enforced borders, bodymod black markets, and desperate resistance movements, US peacekeeper Emma Higashi is assigned to partner with Tokyo Metropolitan Police Detective Miyako Koreda. Together, they must race to solve a series of murders that test their relationship and threaten to overturn the balance of global power. And amid the chaos, they each need to decide what they are willing to do for peace. by Malka Older, Fran Wilde, Curtis Chen, and Jacqueline Koyanagi.
- “The Unseen,” Fireside Magazine, poem – read by C.S.E. Cooney, edited by Julia Rios
- “Choose Wisely,” Fireside Magazine, December 2018
- “You Wake Up Monstrous,“ (essay), Fireside Magazine, December 2018
- “The Sea Never Says It Loves You,” Uncanny Magazine, March 2018
- “The Synchronist” Infinity’s End, Jonathan Strahan, Ed.
- Reprint: “Only Their Shining Beauty Was Left,” 2017 Year’s Best Dark Fantasy & Horror
- Reprint: “The Jewel and Her Lapidary,” Nebula Showcase 2018
- “The Linguistics of Disability, or, Empathy > Sympathy” (essay), Fireside Magazine
- “Ruby, Singing,” Beneath Ceaseless Skies, September/October 2018
- “Disconnect,” Disabled People Destroy Science Fiction, October 2018
“Clearly Lettered in a Mostly Steady Hand” Uncanny Magazine, September 2017 (interview | podcast | story) Nebula Award Finalist, Hugo Award Finalist, Eugie Award Finalist, World Fantasy Award Finalist
There’s a ticket booth on my tongue.
Don’t look in my eyes, don’t plead curiosity, you won’t get anywhere with that. Try it and you’ll see your reflection in my sea-green gaze: your shadow sprinting through the heavy glass doors. You’ll smell a whiff of brine, perhaps something more volatile. You’ll be caught and held, while your likeness departs. You don’t want that.
No one wants to be pinned between an entrance and an exit, unless you’re part of the show. (read more)”
“Regarding Your Future with the Futures Planning Consortium,” with Raq Winchester, Fireside Fiction April 2017
“Due to someone mistakenly scheduling the office party synchronously with the rollout of the 2016 local adjustment planning calendar upgrade to version 16.5, I think some apologies are in order. I am sure the responsible party or parties will want to make amends.
As a result of this error, the rise of fascism in Europe has accelerated, the next global extinction launched without supervision, and the party caterers were sent to 1620 BCE. (read more)”
“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.
“Death And My Mentions,” The Death of All Things Anthology, 2017 with stories by : by
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
- 2016 Nebula Nominee, Best Novelette
- 2017 Hugo Finalist, Best Novelette
- 2017 Locus Awards Finalist, Best Novelette
- An LA Public Library 2016 Best Book of 2016
“Only Their Shining Beauty Was Left” ~ Shimmer ~ September 2016
2016 YEAR’S BEST DARK FANTASY & HORROR | 2016 LOCUS RECOMMENDED READING LIST | WSFA Small Press Award Finalist
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