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On the road again. Canberra, Melbourne, Adelaide. Made it to the National Library finally, where AntiSF is archived.
On this trek, perhaps I'll get to meet a few of you again, or meet you for the first time. As to the reason, don't worry, it's nothing profound. I'd never hope to work out how speculative fiction writers come up with the stories they do, for example. Really just fun to talk to all of you — on mic or off — and sometimes those conversations are so timely, relevant, and interesting, that it proves difficult to stop them. And it seems others are interested in listening to those conversations as well. It all makes for good radio.
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My cousin Gerald once told me he had found a severed finger lying in the gutter. "It looked like a witch's finger," he claimed, "It was green and had a big ruby ring on it!" "That is total BS," I said. He ran crying to Aunt Prue and Dad gave me a good clip over the ear. "Gerald is getting tired, we should go," Aunt Prue decided.
Stacey glanced at her son, who sat hunched over his homework at the kitchen table. “Charley," she said, "I’m proud that you placed into advanced math, but I wish you’d go out and have fun.”
“Fun is a statistical deviation, Mom, and I’m experiencing a vision of mathematical beauty clashing violently with the experimental nature of the universe.”
We found Ned’s body at first light.
Just as expected, there was nothing left but bones, and strips of dry flesh. Telltale tufts of sooty feathers surrounded his carcass like some bizarre ritualistic ornament. In a way it was, I supposed — a raven's ritual. Every night they came, scouring the skies, scourge of the ground.
Marcus blinked back tears as vertigo kept him off balance, but his faculties were returning. He was here, he’d made it. This was the future.
He lifted a hand to shield his eyes from a dull sun. He was standing at the intersection of Bourke and Russell Street, inner Melbourne.
Tonight I saw my first Chimera.
It came right up close to the barn out back. At first I heard only a howling wail, and thought it must be a stray animal. It wasn’t. Luckily there’s a full moon outside, so once the creature stepped into the moonlight I caught a good look.
Stephan liked the new flat the instant he saw it. Away from the road, behind bushes, with only one neighbour — an elderly gentleman with a friendly full-size poodle named Fluffy. It was perfect.
He moved in almost immediately.
Now he would not have to worry about the neighbourhood kids.
The chip in Evvy's left forearm goes out that night. The one in her brain tells her so, but it also signals Control. They remove her from work, place her in the recycling queue.
Since this is a replacement employment chip — the second chip she has received — there will be no more.
The observations I made of the native people of the planet Kamsung still haunt me — even now when I am so far away from it in both space and time.
As a young exobiologist it was both a thrilling and daunting assignment. An opportunity to make first contact with a new humanoid species, and to gather enough information to make meaningful and useful exchanges of culture and ideas.
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by Tony Owens
Of Fields, Half Sown
by Kurt Hunt
Perceptions 3 Renunion
by Christine Gladstone
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The Arms Dealer
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Words On A Page
Focus 2013: highlights of Australian short fiction hit the virtual shelves on October 1, 2014. The second of an annual series, Focus 2013 collects an elite selection of work which has received acclaim via national and international Awards shortlisting.
Focus 2013: highlights of Australian short fiction features work by...
D.K. Mok – "Morning Star"
Juliet Marillier – "By Bone-Light"
Joanne Anderton – "Mah Song"
Thoraiya Dyer – "Seven Days in Paris"
Tansy Rayner Roberts – "Cold White Daughter"
C.S. McMullen – "The Nest"
Cat Sparks – "Scarp"
Kaaron Warren – "Air, Water and the Grove"
Kirstyn McDermott – "The Home for Broken Dolls"
Kathleen Jennings – Illustrations and cover art
Finalists for the 2014 European Utopiales Prize have been announced.
Juste à temps, Philippe Curval (La Volte)
7 secondes pour devenir un aigle, Thomas Day (Le Bélial)
Sumerki, Dmitry Glukhovsky (L'Atalante)
L'Opéra de Shaya, Sylvie Lainé, (Actusf) La longue terre, Terry Pratchett & Stephen Baxter (L'Atalante)
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Dubhe November 1
Money Back Guarantee - by Zeb Carter
The Space Between - by Kevin J. Phyland
Three Wise Fools - by Wes Parish
Kaus Australis November 8
Scavenger Of The Deft Hand - by David Adès
Hot Water - by David W Walker
The Grief Counsellors - by David Scholes
Mirfak November 15
Eden, Paved - by Shaun A. Saunders
Deadbeat - by Stephen L Thompson
Slippery Worlds - by PS Cottier
Wezen November 23
Flashback: Mating Season - by Angela Slatter
Flashback: Hahnemann's Warriors - by Brendan Carson
Flashback: Toilet Town - by Jason Fischer
Alkaid November 30
Flashback: Museum - by Trent Jamieson
Flashback: A Short Prayer - by Rob Riel
Thek - by Harris Tobias
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Science fiction writers, I am sorry to say, really do not know anything. We can't talk about science, because our knowledge of it is limited and unofficial, and usually our fiction is dreadful.
A Discovery Of Witches: The Book Of Life
By Deborah Harkness
When historian Diana Bishop opens an alchemical manuscript in the Bodleian Library, it's an unwelcome intrusion of magic into her carefully ordered life. Though Diana is a witch of impeccable lineage, the violent death of her parents while she was still a child convinced her that human fear is more potent than any witchcraft. Now Diana has unwittingly exposed herself to a world she's kept at bay for years; one of powerful witches, creative, destructive daemons and long-lived vampires.Read more...
The Code Of The Apocalypse
By Dr Martin Cole
21st December 2012 came and went. Apparently, the world had survived the foretold Apocalypse. But what really happened on that fateful day? Join an epic adventure to exotic places to learn the secret of the ancient prophecy hidden within Mayan hieroglyphic inscriptions, that powerful forces with alien technology planned to exploit during the foretold worldwide catastrophe.Read more...
The Credulity Nexus
By Graham Storrs
In a clash between transhumans and the religious right, a washed up PI ends up as the meat in the sandwich – with the fate of humanity resting on his reluctant shoulders.
When struggling PI Rik Sylver takes on a simple courier's job, it turns out the package he is transporting contains a virus that can control people's minds and powerful, dangerous people want to take it from him – many of them deadly transhumans from Omega Point.Read more...