And thus we practiced my first danse macabre. Sought out the nerve bundles, made them pop and sizzle, watched the cadaver spider its way across the table. With each discharge, the pain lessened, but soon my fingers began to go numb and Baba made me halt. Carefully he draped DeadBoy.
in our absence, please negotiate a final settlement with the mole
In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Anaea Lay presents Usman T. Malik's "Resurrection Points."
