Aeka V. Joshi
The witch, the saint, the martyr, the madman who was never a man at all. Flexing muscles that you don’t have, she wields the sword you’ve prayed for.
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Marie Buck
They had all believed that this gave them something they should be happy to get, and, for the most part, their interest, as determined by institutional forces as it had turned out to be, still held: they loved each other and stayed friends for the next decade and a half.
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J.M.C. Kane
Here’s what I knew: if I opened it, I would learn what Helen had wanted to tell me in March 2005. If I didn’t open it, I would never know.
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Bethany Bruno
“So it’s legal,” I say. “Not kind.”
She looks down. “People like to laugh at what they can see. I guess that makes it easier.”