Table of Contents | 13 May 2013
"While we were on our way, when Mars was still a tiny ball in the distance, I plucked it out of the sky and rolled it between my hands to warm it up for us. Just like I do for you when you get cold."
altars everywhere: pyrite, half-melted candles, music boxes / missingteeth.
In this episode of the  Strange Horizons  podcast, editor Julia Rios presents Anaea Lay's "Hiding on the Red Sands of Mars."
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