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struggles for normalcy, but deadly automatons have other plans.
a stranger in the marketplace proves her past is more than just a fairy tale.
deadliest inhabitants will prevent these brothers from meting out justice to
their father’s murderers.
theft of her invention leads to discoveries money can’t buy.
death or his sanity, and the survival or extinction of his people.
three time-traveling scientists battling biomechanical creatures in the
Chester Morrison by Kin Law: Dodging her chaperone,
a debutante stumbles into adventure and romance at the World’s Fair.
wakes to find himself a captive of a sky-dwelling civilization.
hidden by those who claim to be her devoted husband and loyal servants.
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retelling of the Icarus myth titled “The Turtle That Got Too Close to the Sun.” She
has worked as a documentary film producer, a radio producer, and a college
professor. She now devotes herself to writing steampunk, fantasy, and science
fiction. Cowley’s short stories and essays have been published and won awards
in the Locutorium, the BYU Studies
Personal Essay Contest, the Meeting of the Myths, Four Centuries of Mormon
Stories, and the Mormon Lit Blitz. You can also read her stories online at katherinecowley.com.
steampunk fashion. She has lived in the United States, Brazil, and Finland, and
currently resides in Arizona with her husband and two daughters.
umbrella of speculative fiction. He is especially intrigued by how human beings
react to and interact with science, technology, and other magics.
with a long list of short stories and other works to his credit, he makes his
home in the splendor of the Utah mountains with his wife and best friend,
where he currently lives with his loving wife, three young children, a spoilt
cat, and an overactive imagination. An avid reader from a young age, he has
held a long-standing attraction for the written word and is excited to make his
own contributions to the vibrant and ever shifting world of storytelling.
Holding degrees in both Theatre Studies and Education, he is also currently
completing his Master of Arts (writing) through Swinburne University of
University with a degree in Purchasing and Logistics Management. She married
another Arizona native in 1991 and is now the stay-at-home mom of three
daughters and one son.
She has found that writing maintains a sense of order in her life. Her first
published story, “The Journey of Inspector Roux” appeared in Terra Mechanica: a
Steampunk Anthology (2014), another Xchyler publication.
research, and indexing obituaries. She is a member of the American Night Writers Association (ANWA).
misadventures of wacky kids like herself. Or so she thought. Unbeknownst to
them all, half of her characters were actually closeted elves, dwarves,
fairies, or some combination thereof. When it all came to light, Danielle did
the sensible thing: packed up and moved to Fantasy Land, where daily rent is
the low, low price of her heart, soul, blood, sweat, tears, firstborn child,
sanity, and words; lots of them.
real-life Chicago area with the parents who home-schooled her and the two
little sisters who keep her humble. When she’s not living the highs and lows of
writing, publishing, and all that authorial jazz, she’s probably blogging about
it at EverOnWord.wordpress.com.
paranormal “Two Spoons” in Legends
and Lore, and “Reality As We Know It” in fantasy collection The Toll of Another Bell. Other
publications include Inspired (a
novel), and a series of fairy-tale retelling mash-ups, The Wilderhark Tales.
had the opportunity to work with dead sauropods and ancient odonates while
acquiring her undergraduate degree in geology from Brigham Young University.
She hopes to study more dead things in the future and contribute to scientific
discussions about what makes life on Earth so amazing. In the meantime, she
explores the bright side of being human by writing dark fiction.
Oath: An Orc Love Story. Sarah’s short story “Peradventure”
appears in Xchyler Publishing’s Legends
and Lore: An Anthology of Mythic Proportions. Another short story,
“Driveless,” appears in Leading
Edge Magazine Issue #66. You can learn more about Sarah on her writing blog
child of two worlds. Originally from Hong Kong, he’s traveled both
geographically and socially, working in many professions including movie
projection and line cooking. He has degrees in Media and Culinary Arts, and a
great love of Philosophy. As for fiction, his favorite authors are Douglas
Adams, Hemmingway, and Chuck Pahlaniuk.
novelist career. He loves his fiancée, his cat Zoe, Scotch, bacon and coffee.
Addressing himself in the third person makes him chuckle.
mixture of technical and creative processes, whether building family, stories,
art, software, woodworking or anything else. He has dreams of becoming a
Renaissance man and loves to learn new things to add to his store of randomly
accessible information (otherwise known as irrelevant trivia). Writing is one
of his loves, inspired by having read most of his father’s extensive fantasy
and science fiction collection in his teen years.
to several books on computer graphics and game design, as well as publishing
fiction in multiple genres.
old enough to have moved out and back in. Together they have also raised three
nieces and a nephew, and are minions of their benevolent cat overlord.
the weird and the wonderful she can imagine. Some of it’s very weird, and the
odd bits and pieces are a bit wonderful. With a vivid imagination fuelled by a
near death experience at the age of three, there was really no other choice for
Gail than to write, something she’s been doing for as long as she can remember.
She’s tried not doing it, but it never works for long, her brain gets itchy if
she hasn’t written anything for a couple of days. Gail is English by birth, but
lives in Swansea, Wales, married a Welshman and they have two fantastic
children. They live with the world’s most imperious and demanding cat. An asset
management specialist by day, a freelance editor and keen writer of an evening
and weekend, she really needs to learn to sleep. To find out more see www.gailbwilliams.com
(pronounced Ing) was born in Hong Kong, where he spent most of his childhood
drawing monsters and robots, making his own elaborate cardboard toys, and
playing soccer. Ever since, he has been on the move between Hong Kong,
Vancouver, Chicago and New York. His travels have greatly influenced him,
allowing him to combine Eastern and Western cultures in his artwork.
artist and illustrator. After a sunny summer in Vancouver, and traveling to
London, and then to New York for an award show and exhibition, he is back in
his home of Hong Kong to continue his career.
has defied not only her twin stepsisters, but their older brothers as well. Now
she flees their retribution.
twisted this way and that through the colorful awnings and hangings and
displays that choked the narrow lane between the looming homes and shops, and
was quickly out of sight of the Trading Company. Vendors and beggars called to
her and caught at her as she ran, but she paid no heed. She dodged blankets
spread with mangos, bananas, and paupaus, skirted stalls with glistening
skewers of charcoal-roasted seafood, brightly colored bolts of cloth, and a
bewildering assortment of household goods.
frequently over her shoulder, she turned down the alley of coppersmiths, with
its displays of pots and pans that hung like some strange, shining fruit. Her
ears were battered by the din of clanging hammers, and she coughed at the
hanging pall of smoke from the smithy fires. She hurried through the alley of
leather smiths, the foul stench of the tanneries assaulting her senses.
behind, she heard her name shouted. Jabari had found her. How in the name of
all that was holy? She turned again, abruptly, into a tiny alley, even narrower
than the others. These shops displayed women’s clothing of a dozen cultures.
Quickly she ducked into a shop that displayed proper Muslim garb, and hurtled
directly into the arms of a large, matronly woman.
what is it? Slow down.”
Help me! He’ll kill me!”
woman did not hesitate. Faster than Sindi would have believed possible, she
whipped a full black burka from its hanger, unlike anything Mwamba’s family
would ever wear, and flipped it deftly over the girl’s head. It fell cascading
all the way to the floor. Sindi found herself hooded, looking out at the world
through a black mesh screen.
the woman hissed. “Don’t look so tall.”
here is a veil I’m sure your daughter would like . . .” she was saying when
Jabari burst through the door. “May I help you, young man?”
girl. Tall,” he panted. “Came this way.”
sorry. I can’t help you.”
turned and pointed at Sindi, completely covered head to foot in the black
burka, trying her best to conceal her Zulu height. “Thin. Like her.” He stepped
toward her, reaching to pull away the hood. She trembled, sick inside. She was about
to be found out and hauled away to be beaten within an inch of her life.
whistling crack a bamboo cane lashed Jabari’s outstretched hand.
boy,” the matron cried. “Assaulting a pious woman this way. Shame, shame!” With
every invective she brought the cane whistling down on his head and shoulders.
“Infidel! Beast! Help! Help!”
the neighboring shops, people poured out, and quickly a small crowd laughed and
clapped as they watched the woman cane the sturdy Swahili teenager. “Give it to
him, Panya,” they shouted. “Teach him who is boss.”
most ungentlemanly, impious oath, Jabari beat a hasty retreat, followed by the
jeers of the crowd, and vanished back the way he had come.
whisked the burka off over Sindi’s head. “I would send you out the back door
veiled from head to foot, but that is what that awful boy will be looking for.”
She herded Sindi to the back of the shop. “And besides, from the look of you,
you don’t have two coppers to rub together. Come back another time, with money
in your hand, and I will see you dressed right. Pretty girl like you should not
dress as a slave. Now go.” She patted Sindi on the shoulder, slammed the door,
and left her standing in a tiny passage, barely wide enough that she could
squeeze through into the next lane.
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