Letter From The Editor - Issue 59 - October 2017

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Issue 14
Stories
On Horizon's Shores
by Aliette de Bodard
Shadow of Turning
by Joan Savage
For Want of Chocolate
by J. F. Lewis
Hunting Lodge
by Jon Crusoe
Folk of the Fringe Serialization
The Fringe
by Orson Scott Card
Bonus Audio Play
InterGalactic Medicine Show Interviews

Writing Fantasy

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For Want of Chocolate
    by J. F. Lewis

For Want of Chocolate
Artwork by Kevin Wasden

Nobody warned me about chocolate, which is why I was standing in the mall right outside Godiva, and to be honest, I thought I was going to go berserk. The luxurious bitter scent of dark chocolate mixed with other odors that I'd never noticed before: a spicy flair, a fruity bouquet . . .

When I was human, these odors never sang to me the way they did now that my olfactory senses had received a mystical boost.

Of course, no matter how good it smelled, I knew I couldn't have any. Vampires can't eat . . . and I'd known that. Hell, I'd been dating one, for over a year. But in the moment, when I got the news about mom's illness and Jason made his offer, I hadn't been thinking about food, my job . . . anything.

My boyfriend Jason laughed at me. He leaned over the fourth floor balcony rail, by the DVD store next to the escalators. His long black hair cascaded past his hard muscled shoulders, and he tossed it back as he laughed. He whispered his words, but I heard him clearly. "What? You forgot vampires can't eat?"

An older woman brushed past me, purchase made. She didn't wait until she was out of the mall to open her chocolate. She discarded the bag, removing the multi-colored ribbon from the matte gold box. I felt like that rat in the Pixar movie, the one that can cook, because when she opened the box, the world faded away and the scent canceled out everything else. The nearby food court, the woman's own body odor, even the siren call of blood itself, were replaced by this cornucopia of rich, dark wonder.

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