Archive for October, 2017

the red threads of fortune, by jy yang

“I’m sorry,” Mokoya said. “I know I shouldn’t be like this. It’s been four years. I should be better. But . . .” She pushed at blades of oasis grass with her toes. “It hasn’t gotten better. I thought it would get better.”

the black tides of heaven, by jy yang

…here she stood, radiant and triumphant, oblivious to the suffering that collected in the long shadow of her Protectorate.

the murders of molly southbourne, by tade thompson

Slowly, she gets her strength back, but her parents are still dead.

a closed and common orbit, by becky chambers

She didn’t know how a person could sleep so much and be so tired.

an unsuitable heir, by kj charles

I don’t want to be a freakish eccentric. I never did. I just wanted to be myself.