At first, the murder is universally mistaken for a run-of-the-mill political assassination.
Usually [comics are] a way for me to say things I’m too embarrassed to say out loud or outright tell someone about.
"One day you'll find the right someone and they'll change your mind," I heard in high school, a lot, and I began to fear this, this bogeyman who would—inevitably, unstoppably—brainwash me from total disinterest to total interest.
Welcome to Strange Horizons 's summer special, highlighting international, queer, and fantastic writing.
By the docks, Sonia the / thief, the temptress, smiles / at you, daring you to / tell her the truth.
Oil's a fine lubricant for fucking robots / he told me over lunch at the corner cafe / on a Sunday afternoon across the street / from el Templo del Jesus Androide.
In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Anaea Lay presents Vajra Chandrasekera's "Sweet Marrow."
I'm going to talk a little bit about the work of Kuzhali Manickavel.