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Love Is Never Still

The Sculptor Through every moment of carving, I want her as one wants a woman. I want this lithe creature whose limbs I’ve freed from their ivory enclosures, whose rounds and slopes are discovering their shapes beneath my chisel. She is delicately colored like the palest of women, and when I run my fingers across […]

The Uncanny Valley

It’s the spring issue of Uncanny Magazine! Flowers! Trees! Wicker Men! Please feel free to read this outside in a park—unless it’s raining because that would be bad for your tech. Since this is a time of growth and renewal, we should lead with our super exciting news. Most of you will know this already […]

Uncanny Magazine Issue 9 Cover and Table of Contents!

Coming March 1, THE NINTH ISSUE OF UNCANNY MAGAZINE!!! All of the content will be available in the eBook version on the day of release. The free online content will be released in 2 stages- half on day of release and half on April 5. Don’t forget eBook Subscriptions to Uncanny Magazine are available from Weightless Books, […]

The Desert Glassmaker and the Jeweler of Berevyar

Dearest Maru of house unknown, I have purchased, these five days ago, a small piece of your glasswork. It fits snugly in my hand, a drop–shaped vial of flame. Desert glass, said the traders, shaped from the desert sand by your fiery magic. It speaks to me. No, more than speaks—it sings—of dawns in saturated […]

The Creeping Women

“What a delicious garden!” Jane said after we moved into the house and began to explore the grounds of the estate my brother had leased for the summer. It was good to hear such joy in Jane’s voice, for she tends to be absorbed in melancholy matters most days, and as spending the summer at […]

tended, tangled, and veined

i. girl. a small word. too small. but girl they called her, and girl she claimed. she practiced her girlhood with heat–stricken hair, sheared nails, scrubbed skin. she baptized herself with fat wrung from beans and battered into butter. she oiled her joints with poise, scented her flesh with propriety, and clothed herself in performance. […]

The Spy Who Never Grew Up

There is a magic shore where children used to beach their coracles every night. The children have stopped coming now, and their little boats are tipped over on the sides, like the abandoned shells of nuts eaten long ago. The dark sea rushes up to the pale beach and just touches the crafts, making them […]

Growing Up in Hyperspace

(Author’s Note: I wrote this essay in late November; I saw Star Wars: The Force Awakens on opening night, December 17. Now I’m excited to write a second essay, but everything I wrote here still stands.) I was in high school when Star Wars: Episode I hit theaters. And I was psyched. At this point only […]


I was monitoring Cherie Peng’s pulse, breathing, her sweaty palms, all of it, when the Sarissa interrupted me. “This proposal of yours,” the Sarissa said. She—the Sarissa insisted on the animate feminine instead of the inanimate sentient pronoun like most of us ships—sent me the document reference so I knew which proposal she was talking […]

Everyone Has a Ghost Story

My elementary school was a place that thought nothing of throwing children out into the schoolyard for a wild 45 minutes of unsupervised daily activity. The playground was filled with proper danger—a real merry–go–round, an honest–to–god see–saw, and the infamous monkey bars from which, at least once a year, some lucky child fell and came […]