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By Edward Hodge in Issue #460 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online Magazine I retreated home, deciding I wouldn’t scold him for such peculiar and private habits, lest he hate me. In the same way that I could never entirely restrict your worship of Ukh between your chores on the farm, I felt I could not command him to avoid the tombs. Read more »
By Sally Sultzman in Issue #462 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online Magazine —then this child wearing Jen’s clothing, with Jen’s hair pulled into tight braids that she hates, smiling with Jen’s face is running toward me, laughter ringing from her like a bell, clear and bright—a sound I’ve not heard before—and as she gets closer she cries out, “Mot...
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By Abhijeet Sathe in Issue #465 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online Magazine The foals don’t recall the age of enthrallment because we never taught them of that dark eon when the kin marched on the cities of man. I do. I was in that horde scouring the land, mindless tools of the stillborn god. We raged and reaved until one crisp winter morning whe...
I wasn’t even two blocks into the Tumbledown when the walker’s nav crystal started fuzzing out. She veered left like a scavver drunk on coolant, and I knew I was in trouble. I tried sweet-talking her back on route, but she wasn’t listening. I was used to that. Nobody listens to a twelve-year-old—especially not a scrap pile with legs.