You can feel a desire to heal in the prose of This Cursed House.

When does love become too much of a load to carry?

Given Nnedi Okorafor’s literary stature, any new release from her is going to get ample attention in the speculative fiction community. But Okorafor’s latest offering, Death of the Author, is so good—okay, I’ll just say it up front, it’s great—that it surpasses even the high expectations Okorafor’s corpus has already set for itself. I had to set down the book multiple times in mind-blowing delight so I could take a second to clap my hand over my mouth and keep myself from squee-ing. Folks, Death of the Author is a magnificent achievement by a mature writer at the height of her powers.

She Who Knows? offers the backstory focuses on feminism, trauma, heartbreak, racism, and the supernatural.

Hamilton is adept at playing around with the pieces unique to his setting and getting a lot of mileage out of them.

The idea that scale can do something to the emotional register of a story goes back at least to Edmund Burke.

On June 4th, we will be opening for speculative fiction novelette submissions between the word count of 10,000 and 18,000 words. We will cap submissions at 300.

On November 3rd, we will be opening for speculative fiction stories written by Indigenous authors. We will be capping submissions at 500.

In Alien Clay, Tchaikovsky argues that community is important to human ecology.

There has been quite a lot of critical writing on Ballard, but Pavane has attracted relatively little academic critical interest, which is puzzling.