Tyson was suddenly very absorbed in the deer carcass he was dressing. "You were fathered by the revolution. I'd have stepped in anyway, but Harry... your mother knew better."
It is not easy—it should really no longer be feasible—to write a tale set in the twentieth century that is not a tale about the twentieth century.
From here she thinks she sees / the ghost of her mother, / mouthing silence like / some great and beautiful fish.
In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Julia Rios presents part two of Anaea Lay's "Hiding on the Red Sands of Mars."
