“Witches are born with only half a heart,” our mother used to tell us. “That is why you will never love anyone completely, and why your heart will break so easily.” She was right. My sisters and I were unable to commit whole-heartedly to anything we did. This included our long-standing estrangement from each other—those of us who remain still met once a year, without fail…
Issue: June 2009
Vermin
Oscar drove his Rid-Rite Pest Control truck up the winding, steep driveway of the old Martindale house and ground the vehicle to a stop in the dusty circular driveway. The [...]
Missing in Action
It had taken sixty-seven days of incarceration before Elinor had deliberately destroyed her timing sensors. The little control nodule was buried under the skin at the back of her neck, [...]
Gemini
You’re on your knees in front of our neighbor from across the way (but never for him, no; that’s not for him). You’re on your knees and have been for [...]
In a Pale Room
Cecile had agreed to this charade of a tea, though she was by turns regretting and congratulating herself on her decision to meet Frank just this one last time as [...]
The Demon’s Lexicon, by Sarah Rees Brennan
A fantasy adventure about teenage demon hunters in contemporary England. Debut novel by an internet favorite.