Letter From The Editor - Issue 56 - April 2017

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Issue 56
Stories
Murmuration
by E. Catherine Tobler
The Warrior and the Sage
by Shweta Sundararajan
The God in the Window
by Steven R. Stewart
IGMS Audio
InterGalactic Medicine Show Interviews
Vintage Fiction
A Choice of Weapons
by Sharon Lee and Steve Miller
Bonus Material
The Gathering Edge
by Sharon Lee and Steve Miller

Writing Fantasy

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Excerpt from The Gathering Edge
    by Sharon Lee & Steve Miller

CHAPTER ONE

Bechimo
Wyrd Space

"Theo, the subetheric device on that ship is an unacceptable risk," Bechimo said.

"Is it unstable?" Theo asked, with interest.

"No, it is not. However, I believe it is compromised. Responses to testing are ambiguous. This may reflect damage taken when it transitioned to this place, or it may be the result of deliberate tampering; it would be interesting to know which, but not at the cost of putting our crew in danger. I cannot allow that vessel on my decks. Surely you have not already forgotten the dangers inherent in a compromised unit."

Since they'd only just replaced Bechimo's own Struven unit, which they'd compromised in the course of that risky--not to say, theoretically impossible--Jump out of Ynsolt'i traffic, the dangers inherent in a compromised unit were vivid in Theo's memory. Granted, from Bechimo's point of view, her memory was desperately short and horrifyingly inaccurate, but she doubted he thought it was as bad as all that. Still, best to treat the comment as a conversational device, rather than deliberate sarcasm.

Even--especially--if she suspected sarcasm.

So.

"I haven't forgotten," she said evenly. "But it can't call anybody from here, can it?"

"Here" being a piece of space that Bechimo was pleased to style a "safe zone," which was what Theo had originally considered to be "dead space," where no signals came in, nor signals went out.

She'd since revised her opinion to "wyrd space"--which was straight out of Thrilling Space Adventures--when teapots and other small bits of flotsam began phasing in from Galaxy Nowhere.

The latest bit of flotsam was looking likely to change her opinion again, assuming the math. . . but before she did math, she had to deal with an intact spaceship of somewhat baffling lines, more or less outfitted and arranged like a courier ship that had just phased in out of Jump. It held air, that ship, and all systems were go, the only things lacking being pilot and crew.

Unless the tree in the box of soil grey-taped into the copilot's chair was, in fact, crew.

In any case, and even without the math, this was another order of business than teapots, random bits from what might have been instruments, hull shred, and broken tile.

"It can, in theory, influence us," Bechimo said.

Theo thought about that, then shook her head.

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