PodCastle 951: TALES FROM THE VAULTS: ‘Til Death
The Scent of Memory by Zhao Haihong, translated by S. Qiouyi Lu
The bus jerked, waking Shijun. The Greyhound was speeding down a wide North American road. What am I doing here? The coach window framed the landscape: White clouds floated against […]
electric in the silver stormchain that burst behind my wings
Down in the Dim Kingdoms
The airship’s spotlights played off the vast rocky sides of the shaft that plunged deep into the Earth’s core through the lithosphere and eventually to our destination: the Center of the Earth! I yawned. We fell so slowly, the sides of the shaft several hundred feet away, and it had been a long, boring day of this. There’d been a boy, earlier, t...
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