Sunday, March 25, 2018

A Faster Tomorrow

My latest novelette "A Faster Tomorrow" set in Vasilegrad, the capital city of the fictional Balkan Federation, is out now in The Future Fire #44.

(Illustration by Eric Asaris)

The ride got bumpy, which was unfortunate because the foam-padded cushion had been ripped right off his seat, the rivets which had held it in place sticking out. Georgi sat squashed against a window at the very back, watching the heads of the sleeping passengers bobble as the bus made the turns on the switch-backed mountain road. The image was comforting: angry workers reduced to slobbering toy-heads; it gave matters a comical spin, steering him away from a full-blown anxiety attack, a feat which was becoming harder to pull off with each kilometer closer to the city.

They passed a corroded sign claiming Plovna’s source was but a thirty minute walk off the main road. Up a dirt path, the arrow indicated, amid overlapping rows of pine and birch.

He shut his eyes. The spring of Plovna, pure, a blue brook trickling down the mountain, picking up speed and water and rushing headlong into the city carrying life to become--

The muddy river ran beneath the Bridge of Founders in his old battered quarter, where the air was suffused with the heavy smell of melting tarmac, truck exhaust, and a skyscraper diorama lay open in the distance, veiled in Plovna’s pastel mist; he was gripping the bridge rail, his two best friends on either side of him, the face of his dying mother drawn with a finger in the cloudscape, while she lay, blanketed by television light, in her living room--

Monday, March 5, 2018

One of the Cities

"One of the Cities," a hard SF far-future story, is out now in the Reading 5x5 anthology, edited by B. Morris Allen.

Two different versions of the anthology are available: a readers' and a writers' version, the latter of which, in addition to 25 great stories spanning five different genres, contains the briefs and the author's notes for each individual piece.

The proceeds from the anthology will go to the Jo Clayton Memorial Medical Fund.

(Cover art by Kathryn Weaver)

The City of Ionos Prime hung in its orbit like a ripe peach.

The urge to pluck it overwhelmed us; to rid our cosmos of rot, expose and exterminate the source of so much suffering. We were but a gamma ray burst away from turning Gomorrah’s qubits into an unreadable scramble, but Captain stayed her hand, allowing this drop of poison suspended in vacuum to continue coruscating around its star.


(Continue reading.)