She snuggles up next to me. "Let me destroy your dark lords," she says. "Let me restore your kingdom. Let me avenge your sorrows and then I can go home."
I come from a long line of artists, though I did not realize this until I noticed that an awful lot of the paintings, sculpture, and fiber art in my family's houses was made by my family.
When I first encountered "Pol Pot's Beautiful Daughter (Fantasy)", I read a few pages and stopped. The idea of a story about Pol Pot written in what felt like the diction of a fairy tale was too much for me.
My voice recognition units/enable me to eavesdrop on your critique
The Strange Horizons podcast is back and features an interview with author Benjamin Rosenbaum.
