Letter From The Editor - Issue 69 - June 2019

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Issue 3
Dream Engine
by Tim Pratt
The Adjoa Gambit
by Rick Novy
Xoco's Fire
by Oliver Dale
Small Magics
by Alethea Kontis
Fat Town
by Jose Mojica
From the Ender Saga
by Orson Scott Card
Audio Bonus
Read by Orson Scott Card
Tales for the Young and Unafraid
Hats Off
by David Lubar
Running Out of Air
by David Lubar
Senior Paper
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I-Wei's Amazing Clocks
by I-Wei Huang

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Small Magics
    by Alethea Kontis
Small Magics
Artwork by Deena Warner

Minna tried to stand still in front of the mirror, but it wasn't working. Effie jerked Minna's hips from side to side, trying to adjust the bustle of her sateen French cream walking dress. Minna stared at the print of the Luck etching she held, then closed her eyes and pressed it to her breast, wishing with all her might for the magic she had given it to seep back into her.

"Would you like some glue?" Minna's eyes snapped open as her friend's voice sounded in her ear, dark and exotic as the Greek gypsy girl herself.

"See, now," said Minna, pointing at their reflections, "your head looks better on this dress than mine does." Minna folded the Luck etching and tucked it inside her sleeve, desperate for its closeness.

Effie noticed. "Luck doesn't always mean the good kind."

"Yes, but Lady Luck is my favorite. At the very least, she'll make life interesting. And if I'm lucky," Minna wrinkled her nose, "it'll all be good."

"Silly," said Effie. "You can't fool me with that brave act. You're scared to death, admit it."

Minna sighed and wove her fingers together. "It is true. I am a little scared. Who wouldn't be? This interview with Lord Astor is so important…"

Effie turned Minna back to the mirror and started pinning up her hair. "I'm still not certain it's a good idea. This Society of Natural Scientists could be a bunch of fools for all you know. They are men, after all."

Minna tried to look up at Effie, but her friend forced her head back down and mercilessly drove home another bobby pin. "I need an Alchemist, Effie. A true magic user. I need someone to guide me. My powers have already outgrown anything our mothers can teach."

"Yes, but you're a woman," said Effie. She bent down so that her chin rested atop Minna's coiffed head. Her thick, wavy locks fell to Minna's shoulders. "And they are men. So they cannot be trusted." She gave Minna a playful wink before stepping back a pace and putting her hands on her hips. Minna stopped worrying her hands together and dropped them to her sides.

"Perfection. All you lack now are gloves."

Minna looked at her hands. The skin of her fingertips was stained with etcher's ink, their pads callused from acid. Her father's legacy. Daddy's little girl.

Jack Willows had been a member of the Royal Society of Painter-Etchers. He had taught his daughter how to handle the cutting tools and the acid, so that Minna might make etchings of her own. He had taught his wife as well -- and well enough that a number of Mother's etchings had even appeared in the newspapers. Minna learned the art from her father, but she learned the magic from her mother. Few people had ever noticed the simple magics Mother had taught her to add to the etchings. Even her father had not known.

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