Letter From The Editor - Issue 56 - April 2017

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Issue 55
Stories
Collecting Jessup
by Allison Mulder
The Sea of Ghosts
by Anna Zumbro
The Five Stages of Grief
by Michelle Ann King
A Century of Princes
by H.L. Fullerton
IGMS Audio
InterGalactic Medicine Show Interviews
Vintage Fiction
Inferno
by Laura Anne Gilman
Bonus Material
The Cold Eye
by Laura Anne Gilman

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A Century of Princes
    by H.L. Fullerton
    Read by Alethea Kontis


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Briar and Rose sit at a table in a cozy nook of their tower room, snacking on jam-smeared scones and playing cribbage. Briar is winning; she always wins. Mostly, because Rose believes it bad manners to trounce a guest and, although they've been together many summers, it's technically Rose's tower: she was here first.

"Muggins!" Briar calls, pirating points Rose should've claimed to finish the match. If she ignores them, games last forever and, while they may have that long, Briar would rather not spend it on cards.

"You're so good at this game," Rose says and Briar scowls. Replies, "Uh-huh. Right. That's me. The Countess of Crib."

"Play again?" Rose's gaze drifts to the loop hole--a narrow slit wide enough for arrows but little else--that serves as their window. Half her face bathed in light, she squints towards the horizon, searching . . .

"Beautiful day," Briar says. "Let's walk to the lake, have a picnic." Ever since Briar disturbed Rose's slumber, grabbed her shoulder and shook her awake, she's tempted Rose with tales of outside. Briar is a very good taleteller, so Rose can't be sure there is a lake. And what if she couldn't return? Magic can be tricky. Briar can come and go, but Briar isn't cursed. At least, Rose doesn't think her friend is.

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