Welcome to our second entry in Stone Skin on the Rocks, our series that pairs stories from our anthologies with thematic drink recommendations. We believe that a good story can enhance a beverage, and vice versa, and who better to…
Welcome to our second entry in Stone Skin on the Rocks, our series that pairs stories from our anthologies with thematic drink recommendations. We believe that a good story can enhance a beverage, and vice versa, and who better to…
Lalyani, the Outcast. Her name would be whispered on the lips of griots, in poem, and song, and story—sometimes of her adventures with Dinga Cisse and that Greek dog he called a friend—not that she cared about such things. Most…
There is no doubt among them, and no fear, and no thought that they might not be victorious. For do they not sail with Reb Palache, the man who consults with angels every night? Do they not bear good steel…
A soulbound knight, Iona was no ordinary woman. Iona and Duncan escorted Nihilan to the nearby city of Duralo. The Imperial Marshals there could put the criminal sorcerer on an airship for his trial in the capital for demon trafficking.…
Twenty years ago, John Squad enlisted in the United States Army. Eight years ago, Sergeant Squad’s unit was sent on a top-secret mission that went worse than bad, further than south, more crooked than sideways. The extraction force never came…
In the ancient chronicle, Things Unseen in the Middle Kingdom and Therefore Anywhere Else, Shichirō had read of the Cursebreaker. When those afflicted by unbearable fates beseeched Heaven for aid in the right terms, a strange, pale-skinned woman might appear.…
When I agreed to serve as creative director for Stone Skin Press, one of my challenges to myself was to always treat writers as I would want to be treated. This is simpler to say than to live up to.…
Finnegan moved more quickly than the Dutchman expected. Glasses flew as he flipped the table into the air, knocking Huysman’s gun hand up so his shot went harmlessly through the palm thatch. The tabletop slammed into Huysman’s chest, driving the…
I am what the old folks call a Reader. ‘Psychic’ is the common term, but in the Southern Territories, we’re still called Readers… In this day and age, with the world split open, Heaven and Hell in chaos, and the…
I well recall my first encounter with Violet Meeks, although I did not know her name at the time. She stood among the tombs, as quiet and pensive as if she were a stone angel. Only her eyes betrayed her…
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