Monthly Archives: February 2007
Just a reminder that the PDF of issue 27 will only be available for a short time longer. We only have the rights to sell the PDF for a set period, ending when the next issue is launched. Zarabee is champing at the bit to get issue 28 to the printers, so if you’re still keen to get an e-copy of issue 27, now’s the time!
to purchase and download your copy NOW.
Print version also available while stocks last.
This issue edited by… Tehani Croft (Purser)
4 The Return of the Queen . . . Bill McKinley
10 Random Acts of Destruction . . . Rory Douglas Abel
20 The Case of the Overdressed Man . . . Mike Lewis
34 The Fairy Wife . . . Eilis Arwen O’Neal
47 Slag Fairmont – Psychic Zone Ranger . . Douglas A Van Belle
64 Calling the Unicorn . . . Aliette de Bodard
68 Head in The Clouds . . . Hayley Griffin
74 Speedbumps on the Road to Recovery . . Timothy Mulcahy
82 Demons of Fear . . . . Jennifer Fallon
89 I Don’t Believe in Anita Blake Anymore: A Problem of Balance . . . Devin Jeyathurai
33 Moths . . . . Kate Forsyth
62 The Knowledge of Angels . . . Kate Forsyth
93 Mythologies . . . . Kate Forsyth
94 Author biographies
I’ve had a very productively ASIM day today. I’m more than three quarters full for issue 31, and ready to roll on with some editing. I’ve learned to hedge my bets with a bit of space because sure as eggs some brilliant story will come into the slush in the next couple of months that I simply can’t do without🙂
I’ve also been steaming on the ASIM best ofs (we’re doing a SF and Fantasy edition) – these will be e-anthos only, but we’re really looking forward to bringing old favourites back into the light. We’ve had some fun tossing round possible names on our Admin list. I’d love to repeat some of them, but Spacejock says some of them might get us a lawsuit!
So all in all, a productive ASIM day. Gotta love them.
… I’m down to edit another issue of ASIM in a couple of months (which I’m REALLY looking forward to).
We’re moving by July.
I want to get to Convergence in June.
ASIM e-antho/s due out by Convergence.
Supporting ASIM editors, proofing, slushing, advertising contact, author liaison, etc.
We have a wedding we are definitely attending in September.
A close friend is having a baby in August and might need some time from us to lend a hand (no, not with the delivery, but with the other kids!).
I’m going to try to get through two subjects each semester to start and finish a Graduate Certificate this year.
Hubby wants to holiday in New Zealand.
I’m still working at least two permanent days per week.
hmmmm. Yep, looks fine to me!
Zarabee, you’re a bad influence…
Pearlescent Lang Syne
Josiah sipped deeply at his drink and stood pearlescent behind a table. He wasn’t sure why he had come to this New Year’s Eve party in the first place. He was no good at parties anyhow. They always made him feel tumescent and he ended up like he was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how pert his shoulder got when he was nervous.
Well, truth be told, Josiah knew very well why he was at the party: to see Gemyksa.
Ah, Gemyksa. Just the thought of her, the chance of a glimpse of her monotonous finger made Josiah’s heart beat like the sun on burning on the rocks below.
But tonight everyone was masked. Josiah peered manfully through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Gemyksa. There, he thought, the woman over by the ship, the luminous one with the horse mask. It had to be Gemyksa. No one else could look so cultured, even in a horse mask.
She began to walk Josiah’s way and Josiah started to panic. What if she actually talked to Josiah?
Gemyksa came right up to Josiah and Josiah thought that he was going to faint.
“Hello,” Gemyksa said powerfully. “What are you doing over here all alone?”
“Oh, just looking at the baby,” Josiah said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so wicked.
Just then, a sneaky voice began to count down. “Ten … nine … eight … seven …”
Josiah’s heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Gemyksa might …
“Happy New Year!”
Gemyksa swept Josiah into her arms, bent him through the tunnel, and kissed Josiah diligently, slipping him the tongue and groping his mouth.
Josiah could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. He reached out zippily and pulled Gemyksa’s mask off her face. It was Gemyksa! “I knew it was you,” Josiah said and took his own mask off.
“And it’s … you,” Gemyksa said. “You know, I’m just going to go get some punch.”
Josiah watched her go. She would be right back, Josiah was sure. Just as soon as she had her punch.
And then they would fall in love.