Kent was going to be the first person to die on Venus. He knew it with iron certainty the moment the railing gave way and he slipped into the acidic mist.
For this comet's path I chose it, carved it
to be our temporary castle. In the act of opening
I let its secrets leak out into the starlight,
exposing this pocked and hissing water-ice
as blue as your seven elder sisters.
A whirlwind is the beginning. . . . And in a whirlwind is the end. Yet the seed is in the whirlwind, and in the kiss of snow.
In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Anaea Lay presents Jay Werkheiser’s “One Giant Leap.”
