Letter From The Editor - Issue 55 - February 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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Hunting Lodge
Artwork by Walter Simon
Hunting Lodge
    by Jon C. Crusoe

Someone had filched an eye from the human head mounted over the bar. Bertram Foss sighed as he dragged over a stepladder to replace the missing orb. He only had one more human eye in the storeroom. The eyes in the ursoid head were the ones that were usually stolen as souvenirs and he had plenty of those.

He climbed the ladder and rummaged in his pocket for the round piece of glass. I'd better order some more tomorrow, he thought as he slipped the orb into the socket.

"Hail, O mighty, but bald, hunter," rumbled a voice from the door.

Bertram didn't need to turn to know who it was. "Hail back at you, you walking rug," he replied.

He climbed down and limped across the room to touch his hand to the paw of what appeared to be a larger than normal Kodiak bear. "How's it going, Berak?"

"The shoulder still bothers me. I see that you're still limping."

Bertram flexed his leg and winced. "The docs say that it's permanent from the way you clawed the muscles up. I guess we've both got something to remember our last hunt by."

The human filled a bucket-sized mug from the elevated beer tap and used both hands to push it across to the bear. He filled a glass for himself and raised it as he said, "Here's to another season."

Berak raised his mug and answered, "To helping evolution along." He pointed up at the heads over the bar and asked, "Lose another eye?"

"From the human head this time. Must have been one of your early arrivals."

The bear nodded. "There are a few of them that I'm a little worried about, but I'll fill them in on proper behavior tomorrow."

Bertram filled his glass again and pointed at Berak's mug. The other shook his head, so Bertram took a sip and said, "I have a couple of newbies too. I'll get them straightened out before I let them into the field."

"Good enough," answered Berak as he headed for the door. "Thanks for the beer, and I'll see you in the morning."

The day's transports began arriving early the next morning. Hunters filed out, carrying their equipment as they talked and joked with each other. Most of them had been at the lodge before, but as always, there were a few new faces in the opening day crowd.

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