“This is a story that ends as all stories do, eventually, in deaths…” [read or listen]
“The simplest explanation: Here is a picture. It is a girl, six? Seven? The 1930s, to guess by the pattern on the smocked dress she is wearing, the background of the dark studio. She is smiling and holding her hands above her head. She has short chestnut curls…” [read or listen]
“She was there, that is Dee, and her three sisters, who were Tierce, Chena, and Wren, Dee being a coyote or rather Coyote, and her sisters not unlike in their Being, though only a falcon, a dog, and a
“You’re showing your boyfriend what to put in a smoothie and you open a cupboard because he told you that he had toasted coconut somewhere and you figure sure, coconut, why not; and that’s where his aincolo is: squatting in the yellow serving bowl his mom gave him last year for Christmas. That’s cool. You have lots of friends with aincolos. They get in everywhere. But he was so weird about it, picked up the bowl with the aincolo hunched down now, nothing visible but two eyes in a cloud of cream-colored fur, and took it out to the living room and hid it somewhere. Why? Why…” [read or listen]
“The invitation card has a Western theme.
“At a time now past, a cat was born. This was not so long after the first cats came to Japan, so they were rare and mostly lived near the capital city…” [read or listen]
“In the tiny lifeboat, she and the alien fuck endlessly, relentlessly…” [read or listen]
“We tell these tales, we who lived on the Ship. We do this so that our home planets and our time on the Ship will not be forgotten — so that we will not be forgotten. To the men of the Ship, our planets were once disobedient fiefs, then nonrenewable resources. Our grandmothers and mothers were objects to fight over, breeding stock. But we have always been more than this…” [read]