In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Anaea Lay presents Brandon O'Brien's "They Will Take You From You."
Let the wind fill me / let me rise inexorable let me burn / without burning out eternity / ephemeral.
His skin wasn’t brown, or even a man’s skin any more, but instead glistening, polished alabaster. They’d even cast his inner ear in the stuff, and his fingernails; Akeem was willing to bet that Cain’s gums were white stone as well. The only parts that weren’t calcified were his eyes, replaced with clear diamonds of a dazzling cut that made them dance with light.