You turned and Hailé was hunched by the counter, holding the Rift in his bare stomach together with his hands.

Foxglove was called Foxglove not because of the flower, but because she could slip into the skin of a fox like a hand into a glove.

Isabel said, “I think I’m being possessed.” You said, “You’re not being possessed.” You also said, “Don’t be so dramatic,” which you would later look back on and regret.

It is said that when Bibi Siti wrapped herself in the pennant, the cloth was soaked by her blessed sweat and warmed by the prayers she breathed into it. Overflowing with her wild graces, the pennant pledged itself to the same way of truth and righteousness, out of adoration for the saint who had held it close.

In Greece, we have a saying: You must eat the body part you want to grow stronger. Or maybe that’s just something my grandmother used to say.

Strange Horizons is on the hunt for new volunteer first readers to join our fiction team.

“Did you regret what you said before Carl passed?”

Maybe this could be art, if art is about suffering.

Dreamless, xe drifted downstairs—and found a swamp. Old linoleum shimmered under a sheet of water spattered with moonlight. Ferns and horsetails hid the walls, choked the back door. Broken logs slumped out from the pantry. Gnats and mosquitos found xer arms and neck.

Bio, bio, this was life in all its twitchy, hand-wringy glory.