Podcast Episodes
Back to SearchMegan Arkenberg | The Suicide’s Guide to the Absinthe of Perdition
You cannot stop an angel who truly wants to fall. This is the first thing you learn in Pandemonium. The second thing you learn in Pandemonium is how …
13 years, 10 months ago
Nancy Kress | Art of War
“Return fire!” the colonel ordered, bleeding on the deck of her ship, ferocity raging in her nonetheless controlled voice. Narrated by Rajan Khanna.
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13 years, 10 months ago
David Barr Kirtley | The Black Bird
The black bird on the mantelpiece spoke. It said, “Nevermore.” Spade looked up from cleaning his pistol. The bird, a black-lacquered falcon statuette…
13 years, 11 months ago
Robert Reed | Flowing Unimpeded to the Enlightenment
Kartar is forty and Irish-Indian, blessed with an avatar’s sterling looks and a fine deep voice that lingers in the mind. He wears a piezosuit and a …
13 years, 11 months ago
Nina Kiriki Hoffman | Monster, Finder, Shifter
My father’s family had produced monster-finders for several generations. More monsters were being born than ever; our village didn’t have enough find…
13 years, 11 months ago
Peter Sursi | The Seven Samovars
“The first samovar, the silver one at the end with the little bird perched atop the key, is filled to the top with Life,” she says, “freshly brewed e…
13 years, 11 months ago
Harry Harrison | The Streets of Ashkelon
Somewhere above, hidden by the eternal clouds of Wesker’s World, a thunder rumbled and grew. Trader Garth stopped suddenly when he heard it, his boot…
13 years, 11 months ago
Adam-Troy Castro | My Wife Hates Time Travel
From the very beginning—which I guess is also the middle and the end if you follow the bent logic involved and arrange events by some scheme other th…
14 years ago
Kat Howard | Breaking the Frame
The photograph is of a woman at the center of a forest. She is slim and tall and pale as the birches she stands among. The shadows turn her ribs and …
14 years ago
Charlie Jane Anders | Love Might Be Too Strong a Word
Here’s how I remember it: A touch shocked me. I was reaching for a flash-seared bog-oyster, and then a fingertip, softer than I’d ever felt, brushed …
14 years ago