So far I’ve dodged the question of “what is weird fiction?” because the stories themselves have defined the term, simply because they seem, for the most part, to represent a particular, personal kind of engagement with the supernatural.
I called a friend and tried to explain the basics of the plot to her. I’d barely gotten to “so then Nancy Drew conducts a séance to call a sea spirit to recover the bones of a ghost who is eventually revealed to be her biological mom” before the dial tone was ringing in my ear. I love this show. It’s such beautiful nonsense.
While reading The Four Profound Weaves, I thought of the devourers of our world. The devourers we know may not have the magical deepnames of the Birdverse, or the ability to encase their families in iron rods, but still they claim power on the bodies of those they say they love, like the Torturer.
In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Courtney Floyd presents "Estrella de la muerte" by Vraiux Dorós, read by Aureliano García Haros.
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