Back to School Anthology Sale!

We’re celebrating the season of back to school by putting our anthologies on sale! Whether you’ve already started back to classes or are about to, we have collections to consume in one go and those that can last the semester! Both of our BIG anthologies—we’re talking 60+ stories—are a special $5 off the print editions!…

An IN THE AIR Excerpt: “Areomancy” by Anthony S. Buoni

It isn’t easy. Months have passed since I’ve last fed. I hate going so long between meals, but too much activity and the Circle of Sorrow will catch on to my presence. The last thing a hunter needs is to be hunted. Heartrate and breathing slow; the beast’s skin and bones reset. Each transformation leaves…

An IN THE AIR Excerpt: “Wind Advisory” by Lorraine Schein

(Anemos—Gr., wind) An anemometer sprouted from the skull of the Anemometriste. Its fleshy stem was a second neck growing from the top of her skull. Four hemispheric cartilage cups extended from it—a double set of ears whirring over her head. She could tell the source of each wind filling her by the sound the tree…

An IN THE AIR Excerpt: “One Foot” by Lillie E. Franks

“I’ve heard there are spirits in these mountains,” Alan said from behind me. Was he coherent or had he started raving? “That’s good,” I said. “Keep talking. Keep your mind off the pain.” Snow crunched under my feet. Everything was snow. Snow-covered rocks, snow-covered ground, a snow-covered sky, clouds of snow. No warmth, no direction,…

An IN THE AIR Excerpt: “The Birdman of Bishopsbourne” by Tim Jeffreys

After breakfast, I’d ridden the motorbike up into the high field, as usual, to bring the cows in for milking when I happened to look back and notice a huge hole in the barn’s roof, like something big had plunged right through. At first, I thought maybe a meteor or a piece of space junk….

An IN THE AIR Excerpt: “A Funeral for Crows” by Blake Jessop

4 – Try Not to Break Anything   “Well, how is it? Damn, it looks real. Creepy.” “It better be. I’m going to be paying for it for two years,” Madison says. “It is fun to fly. I owe you one for that.” Marcus smiles, and when he’s gone, Madison contemplates the drone. It is…

An IN THE AIR Excerpt: “Dark Air” by DJ Tyrer

Another rumble. Another sound carried on the gusts, nagging at the edge of his hearing, like a factory whistle. He pinched the ridge of his nose, a pressure building behind his forehead. The missing keys belonged to cabins one and seven, which according to a faded sign on the office building’s wall, were to the…

An IN THE AIR Excerpt: “Carried Away” by Jean Roberta

Zephyr would never tire of flying, and she teased Avis by flitting over and under her. The more experienced falcon threatened to drop the silken ribbon from her beak, and this prompted Zephyr to try beaming a thought into her companion’s mind. Don’t drop it. Those pearls were a wedding present. Thank you for them,…

An IN THE AIR Excerpt: “Pathogens” by Edward Karpp

The video smeared as sensors compensated for the darkness. The bottom of Roger’s face filled the left side of the screen at a forty-five-degree angle. Behind him, something shuddered, but it was only the pixelated blackness unscrambling into patches of dark and light gray. Roger turned to his right at the end of the corridor,…

An IN THE AIR Excerpt: “Yellow Skies” by Alisha Costanzo

Torn and cracked leather shook under my butt and legs as I pushed the drill forward, dropping it deeper, checking for water, dropping it, checking. Plumes of soil settled dry. Another few feet, and no traces of moisture revealed themselves. It’s what I’d feared for the last few days. We’d tapped this well and would…

An IN THE AIR Excerpt: “Waystation VII” by J.S. Rogers

Waystation VII squatted near the middle of the Deadlands, its metal walls sealing out the poisonous fogs that clung to the earth outside. A dozen souls made Waystation VII their home, moving through short, narrow halls, breathing in the sour smell of stale air and grease, and serving the travelers who passed through the station…

An IN THE AIR Excerpt: “Stormy Weather” by Daniel M. Kimmel

He had never liked dating, but dating as an older adult was like a series of job interviews, a dispiriting experience that ended up in a series of disappointments. And there wasn’t even the compensation of unemployment insurance to make up for the series of mismatches. When the mysterious, and patented, algorithm for the dating…