The Nalendar

by Ann Leckie in Uncanny Magazine Issue Two

Down at the riverfront at Kalub, the little gods congregated in clouds, flies and dragonflies and even small birds approaching would–be travelers. They scattered out of the way of wagons and carts, circled over the flagstoned road and then re–formed.  Umri walked through them, careful not to jostle or hit. The citizens of Kalub paid […]

Read

Her Fingers Like Whips, Her Eyes Like Razors

by Jay Lake in Uncanny Magazine Issue One

Mother never has been patient. Old as she is—and there are hills Above of which she can remember the birth—time has never blessed her with the sort of wisdom lore informs us is inevitable with the assumption of the grace of age. This does not bother me. I am not one of the mabkin. They […]

Read