Welcome to another installment of Stone Skin on the Rocks, our weekly column where our authors provide a liquid pairing suggestion for their short fiction. This week brings us an entry from Jesse Bullington, who’s not afraid to refer to…
Welcome to another installment of Stone Skin on the Rocks, our weekly column where our authors provide a liquid pairing suggestion for their short fiction. This week brings us an entry from Jesse Bullington, who’s not afraid to refer to…
Jacob took another drink, straining the sediment out with his teeth. He didn’t turn. A little commotion was nothing new from a whorehouse, and Miss Catherine had plenty of militia boys to handle any rough stuff. Then came the gunshots.…
The bullets stopped. All I heard was the stomping of boots and the low groan of someone who hadn’t managed to get out of the way of all that lead. “Moira Erdini!” someone said. “Come on out! You are under…
Lug dragged his gaze back to the edge of the wood. ‘What— who are you?’ ‘A traveller. A friend. I want you to get behind me. Move slowly. Don’t stop looking at it. Then move as I move.’ ‘What if…
“Shut the door, Arthur,” Mrs. Simons told me. I just stared at her like some bumpkin getting his first look at the city. It weren’t what she wore so much as who was going to be wearing her, something I…
Moments later the apartment had been vacated, and the confusion and shouting abated. Everyone’d had a deep breath, and Operations sat in your armchair as if she’d owned it her whole life. “We have a situation,” she said. “You mentioned.”…
Eric never thought he would get used to being a passenger in his own body, watching the gunfight with a sleepy eye, like a man who has seen the same vaudeville act one too many times. But here he was;…
To the sound of cheering, Onorata moved away, and handed the halberd back to Guilhem. “Let us move from Gioco Largo to Gioco Stretto, from the long game to the short game. I hope you don’t mind getting a bit…
I tossed enough to cover the bet onto the table. It was Jane’s money, anyway; it seemed appropriate. The jingle got everyone’s attention, especially Miles’. “Eddie LaCrosse,” he said when he recognized me. “What a surprise. What brings you to…
Longthought communicates, as he does, in units of emotional impulse. Signs and signifiers ripple out through barely perceptible shifts of posture and via pheromonal emission. He sends this to Cripple: sympathy, comfort, affirmation. Resolve. Longthought appears in the story, “Among…
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