Issue 020

The twentieth issue of Luna Station Quarterly has an enchanting mix of science fiction and fantasy tales. Women and girls, scary, beautiful, smart, alien, and often all of the above, fill these pages. Come for a vist, and you may even meet a little red alien who feels rather familiar.

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“The elder twin they called ‘Tatterhood,’ because she was always so ugly and ragged, and because she had a hood which hung about her ears in tatters. The queen could hardly bear to look at her. The nurses tried to shut her up in a room by herself, but it did no good. She always …

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The sheets were warm and seductively soft against his skin. He didn’t want to leave, but the first gray light of morning was prying its way past the heavy drapes and it was time for him to go. This morning wasn’t part of his contract. The young man slid out of bed, careful not to …

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Part One: The Spiral Hafter likes the feel of stones in the rain. He’s happier when it’s raining in the morning, and there’s no time for breakfast or pondering. He goes straight to work, grabbing his basket, still wiping the sleep from his eyes and last night’s dinner crumbs from his beard. Hafter heads toward …

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Leaving

Report 942/692a Health and Safety Recent Class 4 Atmospheric Storm/Missing/Hovercraft PI48S-gne/11 Labour Units Hovercraft missing in the most recent Class 4 atmospheric storm, including 11 labour units. No trace found on satmaps. Recommendations- Ping all explobots to register any traces they may find Requisition for replacement of labour units and equipment *** “What do you …

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The Nymph

‘You’re here,’ William Fitzpatrick says, ‘at last.’ Fitzpatrick is a young man, hardly older than you, with strangled, upper class vowels and Oscar Wilde hair. Sitting behind his enormous desk, he spared you one glance as you entered, flustered and sweat-damp. Now he won’t look at you, but makes notes with a heavy-looking fountain pen …

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I gave you everything you asked for. For you I created holographic worlds of wonder, with crystal castles and flying dragons. I fabricated garments of gold, rubies the size of plums, diamonds like teardrops. I could have offered you so much more than any mortal prince. As a sentient code regulator of a charon class …

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Amphitrite

I am as ancient as the earth. I am The Moaning Mother: The Sea. I incorporate your mountain streams, canals and cataracts; your fjords, rivers, and straits; your polar icecaps and your oceans. My name is Amphitrite. Poseidon rolled on my belly, calling himself my mate. I humoured him. He was the brawn to my …

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It was Avian Night at the All Alien Cafe. The avian population of Crossroads Station wasn’t large, but they were vocal and social. The double-winged Eechies and the puff-feathered Rennten could always be counted on to attend, since they’d evolved as colony dwellers. However, occasionally, even a traditionally solitary, long-legged Ululu would show up and …

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