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Issue 53 Volume 05 November 2001


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Dan L. Hollifield

The Senior Editor's usual ravings about whatever…

Serialised stories and Long Fiction

Mystery on GranLab Station
Greg Guerin
The spores of virus CD-100 released when the virology lab of GranLab station was sabotaged killed Renna's lab assistant Natalie in minutes. Now vials containing a strain of the virus and a trial antidote are missing and Renna is locked in with the unidentified killer…

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Short Stories

As Drums Beat
E.K. Reid
Yves had bought the set of bongo drums at a congested marketplace in Columbia six years before.

Liam Wilson
In this tale, rival high school gangs use "magi-punk" against one another.

Racial Memory
Hailey Gold
Trais Four was a jungle planet. It was not all jungle; it had plains and mountains with snow. Nevertheless, Trais Four was a jungle planet.

Stairway Through Agony
Noel Carroll
I am the only one who can see the eighth floor of our condo building…?

The Exile
Vandana Singh
Below her lay the burning valley. Above her was the massive, dying sun and the alien ships. Min had once been of the People, but now she was alone…

The Song of Birdie McBride
Norman A. Rubin
Come join the bearded balladeer, by the tavern's warming fire, somewhere along a Scottish road…

With These Hands
Robert Moriyama
He said, "Who am I?" They said, "John Doe Number Five."

A Fish for Orion
Lee Foster
"I hunt everything. Hunt dangerous things, no one else will hunt." He touched the butt of a bone-handled weapon on his belt. "I hunt great cat-creatures. I hunt giant white, crushing creature. Use skeleton for trophy room. I hunt mutated giant killer quadruped." He fingered his white furred GEEB polar bear cloak. He leaned close to me and said in a conspiratorial tone, "But I run out of things to hunt. No more great killer beasts. I become building-stick." Then he smiled his toothsome smile and looked up towards Kazsh-ak Tier…

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Poetry and Filk Music

There were no new poems in this issue

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Articles and features

Dan Hollifield reviews:
by Ruth McIntyre-Williams, a Celtic medieval fantasy novel

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