From Issue 2 Subscribe Buy “Unfortunately, we’re unable to offer you a position at this time…” Emony stopped paying attention after that. She’d heard it a hundred times before. But the alchemist’s mouth just kept moving so she reached out, grabbed the glass retort off his desk and smashed it into his fat face. Well, she fantasized about it anyway. Instead she nodded and muttered, “Thank you for your time and kind consideration,” through gritted teeth.

From Issue 2 Subscribe Buy I always sleep like a rock when weightless, but some alarms will wake an asteroid. The alarms in my ship, The Hard Quarry, work admirably. I jerk alert with my arms flailing and my heart rate cresting 150—which triggers another, quieter alarm. “Calm down, Hollie,” my comp says, playing soothing sounds. “Fuck you, too.” I shout back. Until I focus on which light blinks. Incoming ship.

From Issue 2 Subscribe Buy Mickie found the Doombot5000 at an estate sale purely by accident. Well, that and a tracking app she’d installed on her phone. But really, when the address popped up, it wasn’t as if she could have known it was the estate if her former nemesis, Sandron the Unstoppable. Poor Sandy. He’d been a decent antagonist back in the day. She didn’t remember any invite to his funeral.

From Issue 2 Subscribe Buy My mother used to say: “No lie ever suffered from too much information.” She fancied herself a philosopher, inasmuch as any in the Floodlands could lay claim to the title. She also claimed to be able to decipher the Harthram script on the sunken ships that speckled the hard, gray waters west of Scythe Bay. It wasn’t true, of course, but none of the other captains would venture near enough to those echo-cursed wrecks to verify her dubious translations.

From Issue 1 Subscribe Buy Rebecca hated her father for what he’d done, refusing to help him dig the grave, arms crossed, tears running down her face, the body under the tarp no longer Grandpa, no more secret conversations when they were alone, just the two of them now—her father the killer, her father and his constant worries, her father convinced that the old man had finally fallen sick. They’d been alone for a long time now, the three of them living off the land, the radio antenna built up tall in the back yard, stretching up into the sky.

From Issue 1 Subscribe Buy “He’s back again,” Mom whispers. “That man.” “Honestly.” Miss Yue lays aside her Peaceday wreath, takes her by the shoulders and leads her away from the window. “Someone should call the lancers.” “Call the Altassians?” Mom’s other friend says. “On an old man?” “He knows what’ll happen if they find him here. We have children here.” “Jian?” Mom turns and sees me standing in the door, one foot in my shoe, stuffing the last of a fried dough stick in my mouth.

From Issue 1 Subscribe Buy Phosphorus Jack isn’t one of the glossy uptown heroes, all cloak and jewel-tones. He’s a hopped-up vigilante, a little guy in dark leathers snapping and crawling with white sparks. Can’t fly, but he’s got the jetwing for that, the weird jet-powered cross between a surfboard and a thyroidal boomerang. On balance he’s a good guy. Gives bullies grief if he catches them making trouble, stops the occasional robbery, plays thorn-in-the-side to Petrochenko.

From Issue 1 Subscribe Buy — 1915, The Lower East Side, New York City — Ruthie can’t sleep for the whispering of the dolls. Hildy and Margaret are talking to each other in the dark, their voices as light and thin as paper. Even the sound of Ruthie’s heartbeat drowns them out, but if she lies very still and listens intently, she can hear what they are saying. They lie together on the night table in the little bed Ruthie made from tissue paper, high enough from the floor that they won’t try to escape.

A Study of Mesozoic ‘Schistosoma’ of the Late Cretaceous Period and their Abundance in Large Theropods by Nemma Wollenfang from Issue 2 Batteries For Your Doombot5000 Are Not Included by Merc Fenn Wolfmoor from Issue 2 Chains of Mud and Salt by Evan DickenIssue 2 Deadbeat by Susan Taitel from Issue 1 The Djinn of Titan’s Dunes by Deborah L. Davitt from Issue 2 The Ghosts of Jamshedpur by Gareth Owens from Issue 1 The Hard Quarry by Caleb Huitt from Issue 2 Illicit Alchemy by Eric Lewis from Issue 2 Little Red Wagon by Richard Thomas from Issue 1 Mechanical Connection by Frances Rowat from Issue 1 The Paper Doll Golems by Gwynne Garfinkle from Issue 1 Pearleater’s Promise by Andrea Kriz from Issue 1 Rag and Bone, Scrap and Sinew by Jonathan Laidlow from Issue 2 Second Chances, Seconds, Chance by Andrew Leon Hudson from Issue 1 We’re Alone in This Together by Donald Norum from Issue 2 What Beasts We Cannot Conquer by Crystal Lynn Hilbert from Issue 1