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The first issue of the year! Tons of new fiction, new provocative articles and our famous reviews and art.
From the Cloud
From the Cloud
Welcome to another Year of Aurealis.
Ten more issues of quality Science Fiction, Fantasy and a smattering of the paranormal every so often. More stories from local and international authors as well as lots of interesting and provocative non-fiction articles from a range of views and perspectives. And, of course, more reviews. Hopefully we will be able to guide you toward some of the more off beat releases during the year. I know many people use our review section to plan their reading. We will also be bringing you more artwork to adorn the stories that feature each month and I know that this is a particularly prized aspect of our magazine. Authors often contact us to tell us of their delight when they see the artwork that accompanies their stories.
Whilst there will be some slight personnel changes behind the scenes we intend to keep striving to present the best fiction that is around from February to November. If you have been with us for any period of time you will realise that we take turns to sit in the editor’s chair and I have the pleasure of steering the ship for the first three issues this year.
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They walk a little further in silence. Riley starts to feel guilty about snapping at Jez. He was probably just trying to be nice asking about Trent. He sighs. ‘Yeah, Trent’s still a pain. I liked it better when he first moved in and just ignored me. But lately, I don’t know, he’s always around. He’s too interested in me, you know?’ Jez doesn’t say anything straight away and Riley wonders if he does know. He wishes he had better words to describe what’s wrong. Trent has always given Riley the creeps. But since Thomas came along, Trent seems to have decided to spend more time with Riley. He’s always about, watching, with a smile that’s not really a smile.
From The Combat Pilot’s Dictionary
Rookie pilot. See also – nugget.
You called us ‘boots’ when we turned up to the flight deck that first morning I laid eyes on you.
The halogen lighting shone down onto the makeshift parade ground with a harsh insistence matched only by your loud drill calls.
You looked the part. Milspec features matched with an impeccably pressed grey uniform. Hair shorn close to the scalp to fit the vacuum helmet that you wore in combat. Broad shoulders and piercing eyes. Tall and built like a true Martian. Rust in your blood.
From Feeding the Trolls
‘Remember that game Bioshock?’ Lauren doesn’t typically care for shooters, but you both played that one, because she liked the setting. ‘That’s the kind of society Libertarians would wind up with.’
‘Aquatic pleasure domes?’
‘No, dick. A world that collapses because it’s built on selfishness and exploitation. There was this town here in Colorado that elected a Libertarian mayor, and it went to hell pretty quickly. One sec.’ She looks up the name on her phone. ‘Colorado Springs.’ Lauren narrows her eyes at you. ‘You’re not falling for that garbage, are you?’