paladin’s grace, by t. kingfisher
Sunday, February 16th, 2020
“You were an orphan?” Stephen frowned. “I’m so sorry.” “Almost everyone is, eventually,” said Grace. “It’s not a big deal.”
Archive for February, 2020
farm city, by novella carpenter
Sunday, February 16th, 2020
I had my first existential crisis when I realized that it was not possible to have a pony in the city.
the outlaw ocean, by ian urbina
Thursday, February 6th, 2020
Such is the inconvenient truth of globalization: it is based more on market sleight of hand than on Adam Smith’s invisible hand.
