Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Mysterion is now available!

We're pleased to announce that Mysterion: Rediscovering the Mysteries of the Christian Faith is now available for purchase. You can buy the anthology as an ebook and paperback at Amazon, and as an ebook at iTunesBarnes & Noble, and Kobo. The paperback is $16.99, the ebook $9.99.

Saturday, August 27, 2016

Excerpt from "This Far Gethsemane" by G. Scott Huggins

G. Scott Huggins' "This Far Gethsemane" takes us to another world.

The sun rises.” 
Shoshanna stiffened at the voice behind her. Though she’d heard it as often as Caansu’s, Aiierra’s voice always sounded harsher, more Human. 
“It looks like dusk to me.” Caansu’s warm hum emanated from the outer tympanum on her throat, as if she were still singing. 
Aiierra’s derisive bark made Shoshanna turn. Except for the fact that Aiierra was a bit smaller, and that the saffron traceries on her chest were only as wide across as a small dinner plate, the two Shrii were identical. 
When we made shore, Aiierra had only a greenish spot on her chest, almost invisible. And Caansu’s yellowing was only a tiny, barred spiral. But now . . . 
New branches of yellow had formed since yesterday on both of them. 
Aiierra met her gaze. “The sun rises, child,” she continued, looking at Caansu. “Even the alien sees it. Must she explain it to you?” 
Shoshanna shuddered. She could indeed explain it. Had tried to explain that, and more, to Caansu. She felt sick. The traceries on the bodies of the Shrii spread as the sun rose in the ecliptic toward Midsummer. 
The Time of Rii or Not At All. Matingdeath.

G. Scott Huggins grew up in the American Midwest and has lived there all his life, except for interludes in Germany and Russia. He is responsible for securing America’s future by teaching its past to high school students, many of whom learn things before going to college. He loves to read high fantasy, space opera, and parodies of the same. He wants to be a hybrid of G. K. Chesterton and Terry Pratchett when he counteracts the effects of having grown up. His stories have appeared on Podcastle and will appear in Andromeda Spaceways Inflight Magazine later this year. You can read his ramblings and rants at his blog, the Logoccentric Orbit (, and you can follow him on Facebook (

Mysterion comes out this next week, on August 31st. Pre-order your eBook copy now at AmazoniTunes, or Kobo!

Saturday, August 20, 2016

Excerpt from "A Recipe for Rain and Rainbows" by Beth Cato

This week's excerpt is from Beth Cato's story "A Recipe for Rain and Rainbows".  Ruth and her Mama are selling Mama's homemade pies at the big June picnic.

“Well, well,” said a man’s voice. I jerked up my head.
Mr. Reginald Yates was as old as Methuselah with a wild, wiry beard and skin as creased and dirty as an old wooden fencepost. Mama warned us to stay away from him ever since he got out of jail back at Christmastime. He lived down in the hollow on the far side of the valley. Mama’s friend Miss Catherine said that was the closest a person could get to hell without moving to Yankee territory.
With sly fingers, Mama whisked the money box behind her back and to me. I hid it behind the stack of boxes.
“I want to buy a pecan pie,” he said.
“I don’t sell pecan pies.” Mama met his steely gaze.
Sensing trouble, one of the lemonade ladies set off at a fast waddle towards where the sheriff’s department had their dunk tank on the park’s far side.
“Why can’t I have my pie?” growled Mr. Yates.
“My Esther is allergic,” said Mama.
“But I’m willing to buy,” he said, then lowered his voice so only me and Mama were close enough to hear. “I’ve had my eye on you since your blue ribbon fair days. I know something’s going on in those pies. I want a cut.”

Beth Cato is the author of the Clockwork Dagger series from Harper Voyager, which includes her Nebula-nominated novella Wings of Sorrow and Bone. Her newest novel is Breath of Earth. She’s a Hanford, California native transplanted to the Arizona desert, where she lives with her husband, son, and requisite cat. Follow her at and on Twitter @BethCato. For “A Recipe for Rain and Rainbows,” Beth says she drew on her southern roots and her family’s deep affection for pie. As a baker, she can’t help but feel that there is something inherently magical about the pie-making process.

Pre-order your eBook copy of Mysterion now at Amazon, iTunes, or Kobo!  The paperback goes on sale at Amazon on August 31st.

Friday, August 19, 2016

Black Gate Giveaway

Our friend John O'Neill at Black Gate is helping us give away digital review copies of Mysterion. If you'd like to get the eBook for free, and are willing to review it, check out his post.

Mysterion launch party at Worldcon

We've announced this elsewhere, but if you're at Worldcon this week, we'll be having a launch party tonight in the party area of the Convention Center Exhibit Hall, starting at 8 pm. Come join us!

Saturday, August 13, 2016

Excerpt from "Yuki and the Seven Oni" by S. Q. Eries

This week's excerpt is from "Yuki and the Seven Oni" by S. Q. Eries.  Yuki, suspicious of her new stepmother, is poking through the woman's possessions when she finds something unexpected...

Her breath caught. Resting on a scarlet plush lining was a mirror. One unlike any she’d seen.
An impossibly perfect image of her face reflected back. Yuki’s own mirrors were the best in Japan, of the finest polished bronze, but this was like gazing upon a twin. The oval surface captured every detail with clarity, from the luster of her jade hair ornament to the rosy tint of her lips.
“Magic,” she murmured. It was the only explanation.
A warning clamored inside her head. If Stepmother possessed an enchanted object, who knew what else Yuki might encounter? It was best to withdraw until she obtained a protective charm against evil spells.
Yet Yuki lingered, captivated by her reflection. For once she could truly admire her complexion, fair as the snow for which she was named. Vanity outweighed prudence, and she lifted the mirror from its case. Just a little while
“Mistress, welcome home.”
Yuki jumped at the chorus of greetings coming from the front gate. Stepmother was back. The girl hastened to return the mirror to its case, but it slipped from her grasp and shattered against the trunk lid.
Fear sliced through her. She reached to put the mirror back together, but the shards bit her skin.
Footsteps thudded down the corridor. Yuki’s eyes darted from her bleeding fingers to the broken pieces. She couldn’t hide what she’d done, had neither Father nor talisman to protect her.

Yuki fled out the garden door.

S. Q. Eries lives with her husband of fourteen years in Silicon Valley, where she writes book reviews for The Fandom Post website and young adult fiction. Prior to moving to Northern California, the couple lived in Los Angeles for ten years, and she is forever grateful the Holy Spirit connected them to the community known as Mosaic (, which continues to be their Southern California tribe and source of inspiration. “Yuki and the Seven Oni” is her sixth short story. For more about S. Q. Eries and her writing, drop by her blog:

Mysterion is now available for pre-order.

Saturday, August 6, 2016

Excerpt from "St. Roomba's Gospel" by Rachael K. Jones

This week's excerpt is from "St. Roomba's Gospel" by Rachael K. Jones.

In an outlet behind the altar of the First Baptist Church, the Roomba’s red glowing eyes blink in time with Pastor Smythe’s exhortations. The hallelujahs pulse electric through its circuits, and the repents roll like gasping breaths in the gaps between electrons. When the choir sings, the light pulses brighter, approaching ecstasy as the battery power maxes out. When Pastor Smythe bows his head to pray, Roomba’s eyes go reverently dark.
At the hour’s end, the people gather their children and gilded books and hurry downstairs for coffee and glazed donuts. When the last starched trouser leg or long, blue skirt whisks downstairs, Roomba’s service begins. It clicks its frisbee-shaped self free from the horseshoe dock and zips down the sloping wheelchair ramp that connects chancel to nave, holy to secular. As it sweeps, it drones a tone-deaf hymn while it gathers unto itself the dust and dead bugs, the crumbs and gum wrappers of another week’s worship.
After its opening hymn, Roomba writes a sermon on the sanctuary floor in long, brown lines of vacuumed carpet crisscrossing beneath the pews. The letters span from wall to wall. Words overwrite one another, making runes, then spiky stars, and finally total blankness. Roomba preaches a different sermon each week, but like Pastor Smythe, the message stays the same: all things byte AND beautiful, all creatures great AND small, all these are welcome, smoker AND not-smoker, man AND not-man, young AND not-young—even, perhaps, Roomba.

Rachael K. Jones grew up in various cities across Europe and North America, and picked up (and mostly forgot) six languages, along with a couple degrees. Now she writes speculative fiction in Athens, Georgia, where she lives with her husband. Her work has appeared in dozens of venues, including Shimmer, Lightspeed, Beneath Ceaseless Skies, Flash Fiction Online, Fireside Magazine, Strange Horizons, Escape Pod, Crossed Genres, Diabolical Plots, InterGalactic Medicine Show, and Daily Science Fiction. She is an editor, a SFWA member, and a secret android. Follow her on Twitter @RachaelKJones.

Mysterion is now available for pre-order from Kindle, iBooks, and Kobo.  The paperback will be available from on August 31, 2016.