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We've only got a couple more weeks left in this year's fund drive, and still quite some way to reach our target. So today we're asking for your help: not just donations (although if you've been meaning to donate but not got around to it yet, then today would be a good day), but publicity. If you have a blog, or you tweet, or tumblr, and you'd like to help support the magazine, please spread the word about the fund drive today!

The most important link to include is the one to the main fund drive page, but you might also want to point out that everyone who donates gets entered into the prize draw (another batch of prizes will be added with the new issue later today) -- or even better, link to some of your favourite stories, poems, reviews, articles or columns, and say what it is you like about them. You could also link to the kick-off editorial for a list of some of the things we've been doing this year. If I spot your post (or you let me know about it), I'll link back to you from here. And, of course -- thank you.



Niall Harrison is an independent critic based in Newcastle upon Tyne, UK. He is a former editor of Strange Horizons, and his writing has also appeared in The New York Review of Science FictionFoundation: The International Review of Science Fiction, The Los Angeles Review of Books and others. He has been a judge for the Arthur C. Clarke Award, and a Guest of Honor at the 2023 British National Science Fiction Convention. His collection All These Worlds: Reviews and Essays is available from Briardene Books.
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22 Apr 2024

We’d been on holiday at the Shoon Sea only three days when the incident occurred. Dr. Gar had been staying there a few months for medical research and had urged me and my friend Shooshooey to visit.
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Tu enfiles longuement la chemise des murs,/ tout comme d’autres le font avec la chemise de la mort.
The little monster was not born like a human child, yelling with cold and terror as he left his mother’s womb. He had come to life little by little, on the high, three-legged bench. When his eyes had opened, they met the eyes of the broad-shouldered sculptor, watching them tenderly.
Le petit monstre n’était pas né comme un enfant des hommes, criant de froid et de terreur au sortir du ventre maternel. Il avait pris vie peu à peu, sur la haute selle à trois pieds, et quand ses yeux s’étaient ouverts, ils avaient rencontré ceux du sculpteur aux larges épaules, qui le regardaient tendrement.
We're delighted to welcome Nat Paterson to the blog, to tell us more about his translation of Léopold Chauveau's story 'The Little Monster'/ 'Le Petit Monstre', which appears in our April 2024 issue.
For a long time now you’ve put on the shirt of the walls,/just as others might put on a shroud.
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