Seldomstone James Warner “I’ll start a new world for us,” Beani told me. She was a lean fourteen-year-old, bald for now with a surgical scar on her forehead. Her mother, Darnice, a new parishioner of mine, had cornered me after a sparsely-attended Sunday service and invited me over for tea, having heard I was “good…
The Bottomless Pit in the Back Room of Nick’s Speakeasy Daniel Galef Tom waited on the corner of 115th Street with his little harp case in hand and a new suit on his back. He was waiting for the devil. Presently, he broke into a wide grin and waved to catch his attention. It was…
The Sexton Queen Andrea Adams Today, a burial day at the Pere Antoine, is a joyous day for Nyssa la Reine. Some burials are better than others. Absinthe right out of bottles moldering with age, gold coins for the ferryman spilling out of the till at the gate, and more more more of those big,…
Primary Sources J Reifel There is an art to reading the coroner’s report. While there is a modern school of literary thought that holds that there is nothing beyond the text, our reading of medicolegal documentation holds up that report as a flag, or a tiny bundle of Victorian letters from a great aunt to…
A Bucket of Coins Yeji Ham Everyone wanted a bone. Every man sailed to the far east to fish for bones. A single bone was three times more expensive than a mackerel. Everybody was fishing bones but me. I was fine without a bone. C dropped a bucket beside me. You mind?” he asked. “There’s…
