Regenesis by Cynthia Ward

~1000 Words

 Last cybercast from Google-Fox reporter Daniel Lundgren:

Lundgren [in a hallway bustling with suited men and women]: “This is Dan Lundgren, Google-Fox News, in Paris. I’m at the World Health Organization Conference on Genetic Therapy, where doctors and scientists are expressing alarm at the latest fashion trend. “A fashion trend?” you might say? Medicine has nothing to do with style. Or, rather, had. A medical breakthrough has become just another fashion statement.”

Cut to a young woman onstage, playing electric guitar in front of a thunderous retro-industrial band. Cut to Lundgren backstage with the woman: “We’re speaking with Marie Durand, lead guitarist of Jackhammer. Marie, many people would say you’re abusing genetic therapy. They believe you’re desecrating a medical miracle for the sake of au couture.”

Durand [in a heavy French accent]: “They are fools. It has nothing to do with style.” Continue reading

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Five Ways to Fall In Love on Planet Porcelain by Cat Rambo

~3500 Words (Nebula Award Nominee)

 Over the years, Tikka’s job as a Minor Propagandist for the planet Porcelain’s Bureau of Tourism had shaped her way of thinking. She dealt primarily in quintets of attractions, lists of five distributed by the Bureau: Five Major China Factories Where the Population of Porcelain Can Be Seen Being Created; Five Views of Porcelain’s Clay Fields; Five Restaurants Serving Native Cuisine at Its Most Natural.

Today she was composing Five Signs of Spring in Eletak, her native city.

Here along the waterfront, she added chimmerees to her list as she watched the native creatures, cross between fish and flower, surface. Each chimmeree spread its petals as it rose, white clusters holding amber centers, tendrils of golden thread sending their scent into the air along with a whisper of sound, barely audible over the water’s lapping.

The urge towards love beat along every energy vein of her silica body, down to her missing toes. She resisted it. She would remain alone this spring, as she had every spring since she had made her vow and inscribed it in the notebook where she kept her personal lists. The “Life Resolutions” page had the vow inscribed as #4 under #1 “Keep myself clean in thought and mind,” #2 “Devote myself to promoting Porcelain’s tourism,” and #3 “Fall in love.”

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Bethany’s Bliss by H. J. Harding

~4100 Words

  Julie pulled into her sister Bethany’s driveway shortly before noon. Ignoring the front door, she headed straight for the gate in the hedge. Sure enough, Bethany was in her garden, weeding. Judging from the dirt on her clothes and skin, she had been at it awhile.

“You’re going to get sunstroke,” Julie chided, hiding a smile when Bethany jumped. “Come on, time to go inside for a while.”

“I didn’t hear you come in,” Bethany said. “Besides, it’s not that hot.”

She was already getting up, so Julie didn’t mention that the back of her shirt was drenched in sweat and that her face was red.

The garden was Bethany’s paradise, and it was clear from the rose bushes that lined the back, to the hollyhocks along the wall, the lavender that transitioned to violets, that bled into pansies, then into tulips, and from there to things Julie couldn’t identify. It was good that she was still gardening. When Bethany had been forced to close the greenhouse she had operated, Julie had been afraid her sister would slip into depression. For a little while she hadn’t even seemed interested in her garden. Julie was glad to see that that was over.

Julie’s heels clicked on the stepping-stones, wanting to be inside before Bethany hosed the dirt off her legs so that she didn’t get her hose wet. Once inside, Julie headed to the kitchen to get the lemonade while Bethany cleaned up a little more.

Julie had finished pouring the lemonade and was putting the ice back when she spotted something on the floor, behind the refrigerator. It looked like an envelope. She frowned, wondering what it was. It could be important, but she wasn’t sure how to get it without getting filthy.

Using a broom handle she finally managed to get it within reach.

“Julie, what are you doing?” Bethany asked as she came into the room.

“Trying to get that envelope,” Julie answered, trying to manoeuvre it closer.

Bethany rolled her eyes and ducked down to pick it up. “A little dirt isn’t going to kill you. What is this, anyway?”

“I don’t know, it was behind your fridge.” Julie put the broom back. It was a small brown envelope, about the size to put buttons or coins in, and it wasn’t empty.

Bethany looked inside and frowned as she poured out little red hooked seeds into her hands.

Julie looked closer. “I’ve never seen those before. What seeds are they? They are seeds, right?” Continue reading

Pawn by Timons Esaias

~4700 Words

 What Winstead knew about Squire Yvor was this: he was a pawnbroker. Years ago, he had brokered the more important pieces–your knights, your rooks–but for several years now, it was pawns only. Reliable pawns, but not the most expensive nor the most stylish.

What Winstead knew about chess was nothing, but his boss had sent him down here to get some decent material, and suggested that Winstead’s job might be on the line. Winstead knew that meant the boss’s head itself was probably pretty close to the block. O the times. O the business climate.

The real bitch of it was that he actually had to physically go to the place, with nothing but a monocle to keep him connected to the datastream. Brokers positively refused to deal material over the publink. Tradition or something. Customers had to get out of their workpit or pentsuite and march down to the shop to take responsibility for the choice themselves. And responsibility was another bitch in this bitchy business. Who took responsibility these days?

Taking responsibility stinks of bad form. Continue reading

Interview with Vivek Goel of Holy Cow Entertainment

Interviewed by Geetanjali Dighe

Comics/Graphic Novels is still a small category yet the excitement around it is palpable. I met with Vivek Goel over coffee; he founded Holy Cow Entertainment in 2011, publishes Ravanayan and Aghori. He is full of infectious enthusiasm as he tells me about his journey.

When he was just out of college, he says, “I tried doing various things, odd jobs. I even trained for merchant navy, but I quickly realized that was not my calling!” He spent eight years in the industry working with publications such as Amar Chitra Katha, Raj Comics and Tinkle.

“I had a lot of ideas – like Ravanayan“, he says. “Ravana is the biggest and baddest villain in the Indian Mythology. I wanted to explore his dark side.” ‘Ravanayan is the story of the darkness that Ravana chose and his reasons for doing so’, says the first book. Continue reading

Cat Rambo’s Near+Far Reviewed by ISF

~ 700 words

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About the Author:

Cat Rambo was an editor for Fantasy Magazine, has written numerous nonfiction articles and interviews, and has volunteered time with Broad Universe and Clarion West. She has been shortlisted for the Endeavour Award, the Million Writers Award, the Locus Awards, a World Fantasy Award, and most recently the Nebula Award (for “Five Ways to Fall in Love on Planet Porcelain,” which appears in the book and is re-printed in this issue of IndianSF).

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Krishna Udayasankar’s Govinda Reviewed by Mihir Wanchoo

~ 800 words

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About the Author:

Krishna Udayasankar was born and brought up in India. As a child, she has lived in many cities all across India as well as in different continents such as Africa and Australia. She is a lawyer who holds a PhD in Strategic Management from the Nanyang Technological University in Singapore, as well as a graduate qualification in International Business and an Honors degree in Law from the National Law School of India University in Bangalore. She currently works as a Lecturer at Nanyang Business School and is also co-author on an International Business textbook. She lives in Singapore with her family, and this is her fantasy debut. Continue reading

May-June 2013 Art

 

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Artist: Mark A Stevenson (View his artwork here)