When you drink from a well, remember those who dug it — ancient Chinese proverb
I had thought to start out thanking all those who help make Cosmic Roots & Eldritch Shores possible, because there are many to remember and much to be thankful for. However the paragraphs proliferated as I went farther and farther back, and I realized the causal sequence this magazine relied upon would eventually reach the Initial Singularity, the wellspring of all and the presently impassable frontier of the past before which there is no known thing to thank. As Carl Sagan once said about apple pies, to make a web magazine, you must first create the universe. So, I thank the universe, and I’ll thank some of its inhabitants as the magazine goes along. Meanwhile, I’ll just say:
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Her skin was mottled blue, like storm clouds on a night sky. On days when the stares got to her, she’d throw on her old military coat and a pair of sunglasses. If it were up to her, she’d be wearing a pair of concrete shoes at the bottom of the surf. The bacteria coursing through her veins had other ideas.
And now, after all the cover-ups and slashed pensions, the brass was back. Calling for her to clean up their mess again.
“We are within the hill and beyond the stream that stains like blood,” she said. “I will tell you now one true thing: when you bargain with those who live within the hollow hill, you give us things which it amuses us to take, and we give back things which it amuses us to give.”
In the darkness overhead, Ilianthe saw a point of light flash into being.
Flash and hold steady.
Another way station in the void.
Another star, created of angel light and dragon fire.
Their victory allowed them to create stars, to reshape the Cosmos Hundreds more would be scattered through the darkness of the heavens, and the Holdings would no longer hang cold in the lightless emptiness. Yet victory had not brought peace.
“Tell him no! Absolutely not!”
I groaned inwardly.
In my six years as sous-chef at Zarbok’s Of Aldebaran, I had told Chef Z again and again that the customer is always right.
But Zarbok was an auteur. You don’t get to run the galaxy’s only fifty-star restaurant by compromising your compound vision.
Elu smelled demon.
It was a raw scent, like blood in the mouth. The smell that promised a belabored death, a clawing death, a fangs-upon-flesh death.
Sometimes, the memories of his ancient heroics played themselves out in his mind, and the gore colored his sight, but the scent of demon was always there.
It kept his fear alive.
And fear had kept him alive.
They call me Black Annis, the village folk do. I walk the woods alone, my voice gone dry as old leaves, and I’ve not forgotten how to make me a glamour when I need one, with claws of iron and hair like duckweed.
But what does that do against a bargeust from the lands to the north, fangs like blades, breath a bellows blast, eyes of flame?
I just knew the lights were looking for me, so I ran for my life and forgot about that old played out Sun Lizard silver mine. Suddenly I was lying at the bottom of a fifty‑foot shaft.
I hope I got a decent funeral.
I was instantly stone cold sober, and that’s when I figured out the lights hadn’t been looking for me. Stupid idea, aliens flying across the universe to get back a few goddamned gold nuggets.
But I wasn’t wrong thinking they were looking for something.
lead illustration: “By the Light of the Moon” digital illustration © Textures courtesy of Renderosity.com
At first, I thought I had been sent for her. She was so very small, barely a breath in her tiny body. But no, it was her mother, eyes fixed on me, on the tipping point between life and death. And her mother said, “Will you look after her?”
digital painting “I Waited”, by Kim Myatt
Gene concerned me. He never spoke, didn’t seem to breathe, never took off his head.
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Salazar Niskanen had just initiated the burn that would take him out of the system when a voice he’d never heard before began a conversation with him. It was his ship, and she had some unexpected news for him.
When she clawed her way up out of the frozen earth she tried to gauge how much time had passed – were all her kin asleep, gone this time? Her husband had died before his time and she had vowed never to leave her children, for death or nobody — she’s always come back when they had need of her.
My grandmother picks up dead things. She brings them home. Sometimes she scares people because they don’t understand. Nobody does. Except me. And that’s the scariest thing of all.
Lead illustration “Peregrine Ghosts” photograph © Dave Cox
Opono had spent the entire first third of her life convincing peers and family that there was sentient life in the cosmos and she could find it. They had finally believed her, financed her, and some had even contracted future offspring to combine with hers so their lineage would have memories of the momentous occasion. She had failed them all.
I think Father has forgiven me now. He’s been telling me of upstairs, where people live in buildings taller even than Joe’s tunnel. He says they have ‘windows’, big holes filled with glass that they can look through and watch the City. He says there is no sludge up there, and people have soft skin and clothes that aren’t torn and muddied. He said he once saw one of the Four that came on the Ship and rule over the City with an iron fist. I don’t know what iron means…
Zef was finishing up repairs on the space telescope when a stream of glittering, translucent bodies passed overhead.
The bus wheezes to a stop, the door squeaks open, and Mr. Pony trots on.
This time, the bus isn’t empty.
All the way in back, a skull mask peeks out of the last seat.
He’s always there, you just can’t always see him.
The small sward of earth and patchwork hut where the crippled tailor and his demon bride once lived was shunned for its evil, or so the villagers would claim; but whether it was for the evil that once dwelt there or the evil that was inflicted upon it none would say.
photomanips and digital illustrations by Fran Eisemann
My heart is a prayer. My heart is a temple, is a church to an absent god. Is an egg for all the misery of the universe…
If Ahab captained a starship — a brief, lyric vision
Leon liked human law, but not the meals it served him.
When the wild magic meant to the win the war backfired, the king abandoned the people of the wild borderlands. Now there were only hunters between the living and the wandering dead.
The device appeared in his parlor. He was only trying to make it work. And now here he was, somewhere and somewhen, charged with perverting the course of time and space.
Illustration: “Star Citizen” photomanipulation by Enrico Frehse
A quest of many lifetimes begins with a single slice
Where does the commercial domain end
What can it take when you’re not looking
How do you get it back
Sometimes, when you’re planting mountains, you may not notice the little things.
When a Goddess asks you to stop a God…
Photograph: “The Final Gate” by Mark Humphreys
What you remember when you forget everything else
Illustration: “Legacy” by Norbert
Like it says on the door, when you need to know the unknowable… ask Mister Bob
Illustration: “Crab Mutant Creature“by sParzZ
The price of change
Illustration by Mark Purzycki
Why we must love the sea
illustration by Stephanie Pui-Mun Law
April 25, 2016: Science Fiction,
Sonical — Locker X This fractal animation video was created by Brian May. He wrote the music first. While writing it, images of science fiction scenes came to him, and inspired him to make the video!
Sonical — Locker X has found it’s way into six festivals so far, in Germany, Australia, UK, Martinique, and Hong Kong!
Sonical Locker X images and sound © Brian May
April 23, 2016: Fantasy, “Lacrimae Knows“, by C..J. Jessop
Even in the dark, especially in the dark, she knows.
illustration by Omnia
April 9: Science for Young People from 4 to 400: “Touching the Stars – Primordial Hydrogen”, by J. Eckelkamp
A very short history of our universe, and a cool experiment you can do at home with Hydrogen, that very ancient element that was created just about at the beginning of the big bang — nearly 14 billion years ago.
April 9, Science Fiction: “With the Taste of Oblivion in Her Mouth“, by M.E. Garber
illustration: “Cosmic” © Leozo
March 23, Fantasy: “Dawn Blossom“, by John Eckelkamp
March 6, Fantasy: “The Magpie of Souls” by David Tallerman
Sword, sorcery, and enchanted castle
March 5, Myths, Legends, & Fairy Tales: “Out of Brambles“, by Leenna Naidoo
A short, spooky Halloween story to make you smile.
Feb 28, Eldritch: “The Clockwork Sky“, by Alexandra Davydova,
translated by Anatoly Belilovsky.
Repairing the World, one page at a time…
And here it is in the original Russian version:
Feb. 27, Science Fiction: “Boomerang Zone”, by Robert Dawson,
Illustration “Make a Wish” by Karim Fakhoury,
photographs courtesy of NASA
When even that thin lifeline is cut, what do you rely on?
Feb. 17, Science Fiction, “Then We Stood Still“, by Bojan Ratković
Digital Painting “Silence” by Priya Johal.
An homage to the works of Isaac Asimov
Feb. 14, Eldritch, “Lunatic“, by Kate O’Connor Photograph, “She, Eidolon”, ©Jennifer Rhoades Photograph of Moon © Wyldraven
Oh, what the moon can do to you…
Feb. 10, Interviews, A Talk with Howard David Johnson We talk with David about his latest projects, and he shares with us special previews of his paintings of Norse mythology he’ll be sending on international tour, and images from his latest project — a fantasy book on Atlantis. David combines media and legends to bring us his own take on the fabled city.
Feb. 10, Science Fiction: “Bob, JustBob”, by Liam Hogan. A reprise of the story of Bob, who carries a spaceship in his pocket.
Jan 23, Eldritch: “Tryst”, by Brian K. Lowe — Why don’t you forsake me, oh my darling? photos of women © Peter Allert photo of stairway © stengchen photo of candle © Jeet Sen
January 14, 2016: Science Fiction: ” A Walk in the Sun”, by Geoffrey Landis — Reprise of the classic hard science fiction story.
January 5, 2016: Article: “A Practical Guide to the Proper Positioning of Space Stations”, by Nancy Fulda — For those of us writing a story that includes a space station, or have a space station but just don’t know where to park it, here is a handy little article to help out.
January 4, 2016: Eldritch: “The Wendigo”, by Algernon Blackwood, illustrated by Cathal Ó Hanlon and Alexandre Mahboubi. The classic, chilling tale
Midnight, New Year’s Eve, 2015 into 2016. Greetings and Happy New Year. Here is the very first of our stories — Fantasy: “TO THE MONSTERS WITH LOVE”, by A. Merc Rustad, illustrated by Rob Shields A short wild ride. Have fun!