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And now Ilsi had seen her future Headmaster, and he seemed like a fine ordinary middle-aged Headmastery sort of person, and this was apparently the point where she was supposed to feel lucky. Lucky about leaving the temple, about living the rest of her days in his household, about spending the rest of the her days in his service; all of it.
“I can help you avenge what they did to you,” the Fivefold God said. Their features rippled like a pool embracing a pebble, and then they wore their third face, the warrior face. The God’s words were like a dry wind that blew through Ana, sweeping aside the numbness and ash and trailing fury in its wake.
My dough is too sticky, and the smell of the yeast suddenly makes me ill. I want the day off from seeing other people’s gods. I search for the towel I use to carry the hot loaves, my flour-coated hands before me, and try not to think what I’m thinking: does XuShem not exist? Is that why they never appear?
A special double-issue featuring five stories of quite short length, two podcasted stories, a BCS Audio Vault podcast, and new cover art: "Gathering of the Spirits," by Nele Diel. He Stays Among the Commots by Christopher Rowe. By Hand and By Heart by Tina Connolly. Forgotten Eyes by Marie Vibbert. Her Mother, The Storm by Marie Croke. An Offer from the Fivefold God by Rachel Meresman. BCS 304: He Stays Among the Commots by Christopher Rowe. BCS 305: By Hand and By Heart by Tina Connolly. BCS Audio Vault 041: A Nickel For The Burlap Man by Patty Templeton.
The trestle bridge caught fire in 1911. Crisped from existence, right as a locomotive crossed. The train dropped. The ravine caught it. There’s that banjo tune from back then, something about bone and coal and iron and souls. Sad song about a sad day and fairly accurate. It has a verse about the corn, too.