Letter From The Editor - Issue 59 - October 2017

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Issue 6
Stories
Night of Falling Stars
by Steven Savile
Great Mother, Great Father
by William Saxton
The Price of Love
by Alan Schoolcraft
A Spear Through the Heart
by Cherith Baldry
From the Ender Saga
Ender's Stocking
by Orson Scott Card
Tales for the Young and Unafraid
Lost and Found
by David Lubar
This is Only a Test
by David Lubar
InterGalactic Medicine Show Interviews

Writing Fantasy

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Great Mother, Great Father
Artwork by Dean Spencer
Great Mother, Great Father
    by William Saxton

The first chief of the Rapahoah Empire forced stranded time-travelers to use their technical skills to make his people great, setting his Empire on the path to build ships, airplanes and bombs, to spread the worship of the Great Mother and subdue first the rest of North America and then the world.

Two centuries later, Europe, Asia and Africa were independent again, no longer paying the tribute of sacrificial victims; but North America continued the blood sacrifices. To appease the Great Mother, certainly, but mostly to honor her wisdom. The Great Mother is too capricious to be appeased for long, as the city of Southport, bludgeoned by a hurricane and flooded with Mississippi water, had reason to know.

The day after the storm, Tzichem, an officer of the Southport Police Force, risked going out for supplies. He took his wife Dikayah and their baby boy with him. The city was in anarchy, and there was no way he was going to leave them at home alone.

In the flooded lot of a supermarket, they saw a crowd trying to break in.

"We aren't going into that," Tzichem told Dikayah. Too dangerous.

"We have to get something for Pio," Dikayah said. "We're down to the last jar of formula." Pio, the baby, cooed up at her from her shoulder harness. Her eyes glistened, and Tzichem . . . seeing her cry made Tzichem want to put his fist through a wall.

He turned away and scanned the crowd. "They'll either break in, in which case we'll follow, or else the company's salvagers will come." He sighed. "And we'll leave."

"Why would we leave?" she said. "You're a policeman. Tell them! Tell them you can help!"

"We'll see," he said, meaning, let's not argue.

Glass shattered in the storefront. The crowd surged into the supermarket.

"Let's go," Tzichem said. There'd be formula inside. There'd be clean water . . . they went as fast as they could in the knee-deep water: a slow walk.

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