Speculative fiction writer, translator, and editor


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The crows spoke with the voices of dead children. They swooped through the air, black smudges against a tapestry of blue, cawing words torn from fevered throats. One landed on a branch outside Mei’s bedroom. “Don’t want medicine,” it croaked. Mei opened the window and shooed the bird away. In the dim light of morning,…

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A Complex Filament of Light

After winter, spring in Antarctica is almost pleasant, most days just barely below freezing. As you make your way back to the station, you stop and glance at the horizon—you prefer these days of twilight, the soft orange glow of sun on the horizon contrasting beautifully with the deep indigo of the sky. It’s more…

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