Aurealis #134 continues the tradition of delivering quality speculative fiction to readers worldwide. This issue features three stunning original stories as well as another installment of Dirk Strasser’s Conquist. There are more of the reviews and non fiction articles that our regular readers have come to love, plus more incredible artwork. All in all another great issue!
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It has been ages since I have sat in the editorial chair here at Aurealis. Has much been happening? It is ok, I promise I am not going to go on and on about the pandemic. We all know the disruption it has caused, economically, socially and in a welfare sense. However, I do think it is important that we try to keep things on an even keel as much as possible and I for one have been glad that good old Aurealis has been keeping the issues coming this year.
I recently ‘attended’ the 73rd WorldCon in New Zealand. I guess it would be more accurate to say ‘I attended the New Zealand WorldCon in my lounge room’. In many ways it was like any other WorldCon. I had trouble finding rooms, I enjoyed some panels immensely and had clashes with other panels I wanted to attend and, of course, there was controversy and angst. As I said, just another WorldCon. I would like to congratulate the organisers for their work. It cannot have been easy switching from a normal WorldCon to an online one and I think the ConZealand team did a good job. Hopefully their expertise will not be needed to advise the next Worldcon on how to do it.
Speaking of awards (I was referring to the announcement of this year’s Hugo awards at the Worldcon when I mentioned controversy and angst) it was pleasing to see the annual Aurealis Awards went off without a hitch a couple of weeks ago. Again, our congratulations to the winners and to the organisers of this great event.
What else is going on? Lots of genre movies and TV shows seem to be getting released or, at the very least, planned. Of course, it is hard to say when these new genre movies will be seen on the big screen given the current restrictions but hopefully soon. There are also lots of new science fiction and fantasy titles being released and you can read about many of them in our reviews section. Also, I should just mention that if you are suddenly left without anything to read, there are tons of back issues of Aurealis awaiting you at Smashwords/Aurealis.
I am looking forward to an enjoyable ride for the rest of 2020 and I can promise some great reading ahead for the last few issues of the year.
All the best from the cloud!
From Cracticus by DJ Daniels :
Vida is on the back verandah, sitting on the good bit where she won’t fall through. Even on the good bit, the wood is rough through her shorts. She wriggles her bum away from a nail. She’s drinking something smoky, peaty, sharp. It matches the air she’s breathing. Her lungs aren’t happy, but she can’t stay inside all the time. She thought it might be better come evening.
The ghost is in the backyard again.
From To Sea, A Monster by Danielle Shelton :
He drowned at the beach that day. Cold skinned, staring eyes, no breath. She dragged him through the shallow water onto the sand then sat back and watched as lifeguards took over. She stared at his face. He was gone. No sign of her husband in that face at all. Had she rescued the right man?
From The Yesterday House by Harrison Demchick:
The first time Nathan noticed the Yesterday House was three days after the funeral.
It was a tall and narrow thing, almost emaciated in its way, with a slight inward bend to the wood brought about by years of heavy rain and rot. It was a detached townhouse, separated from the homes on either side by skinny patches of dead grass and soot-stained snow. The door was the kind of red that might have been imposing once, but faded now to a dull, darkening maroon.
The house was dying. But then everything was this time of year.
From CONQUIST Part 8—The Valley of Ashes by Dirk Strasser:
Ithilia was naked with her legs apart and was slowly and rhythmically beating her golden wings as she hung above her bed. Her wings were contorted to enable her to hover in mid-air while facing the ceiling. Ariathe and several other duendes attended to her as she grimaced with each convulsion.
She bit her tongue with the contractions to stop herself from crying out, but soon the stabs of pain became so great her chamber echoed with her tortured screams.
Her wing beats became more erratic as she struggled to find rhythm and her body vacillated between climbing higher and threatening to fall back down to the bed.