Letter From The Editor - Issue 69 - June 2019

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Issue 6
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
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The Towering Monarch of His Mighty Race
    by Cat Rambo
The Towering Monarch of His Mighty Race
Artwork by Adam Hunter Peck

It was a peanut butter jar, not even a brand name but generic, the two and a half pound size, as big as a lantern. Oily dust roiled inside.

The woman dressed in gray picked the jar up and held it between her large flat hands. There was something reflexive about the gesture, as though her mind were very far away.

A boy said, "Those are Jumbo's ashes."

Her eyes returned to regard him dispassionately. It was an old look, a look that had been weighing the universe for many years now and found it lacking.

"Jumbo," she said in a leaden voice.

The boy pushed on, fighting his way against her indifference, wanting to see her thrill and liven, if only he found the right fact.

"There was a fire in 1975, here in Barnum Hall, and Jumbo, who was the Tufts university mascot by then, burned up. They saved his ashes in that jar."

She turned it over, watching the flakes stir.

"Of course, he was stuffed then," the boy added. "The bones are in the Smithsonian. His keeper, Matthew Scott, donated them."

For the first time her gaze sharpened, though not to the degree he wanted. "Is Scott still alive?"

"No," he said. "He died in 1914. In an almshouse. How could he still be alive?"

She turned the jar with slow deliberation, letting the contents tumble once, twice, three times. "Stranger things have happened."

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