A TRANSCENDENT Excerpt: “Snooze” by Linda G. Hill

“I’ve never been much of a dreamer.” No, I can’t say that. I straightened my tie in the mirror. She’ll assume I’m talking about my hopes for the future. I couldn’t afford to fuck up this date. At most, I was in a position to have the relationship to end all relationships. At the least,…

A TRANSCENDENT Excerpt: Kathryn Hore’s “Dark Moon”

By the time the path twists into the forest, the sunlight has gone, leaving no more than the pale light of the waning quarter moon. She is more comfortable with that, with the trees stretching overhead and the darkness buffeted around her. When there is light and space, an open stretch of ground, she can…

A TRANSCENDENT Excerpt: Alistair Rey’s “Sightseeing”

We entered through the gates, passing the old crumbling structures. Behind these, a network of deserted streets fanned out before us, snaking in odd directions with little sense of structure or design. Dust littered each avenue, and debris crunched under our feet as we advanced further into the medina. The height of the surrounding buildings…