by Marissa James, Adrian Milnes, C J Peterson, Tom Dullemond, Royce Wilson, Harman Burgess, Nicole Walsh, Michael A. Clark, Katie McIvor · 2021
ISBN: Unavailable
Category: Fiction / Fantasy / General
Page count: 130
<p>Etherea Magazine #4</p><p>Nine fantastic pieces of speculative fiction!</p><p>Etherea sat down with the talented Nicholas Eames, to talk about his writing process, inspiration for his characters, and much more.</p><p>Hear from Independent Author, Carrie Harris, on supervising autopsies, working with small presses, and working for Marvel</p><p>Enjoy the amazing artwork supplied by highly talented artist Madison Brake</p><p>Resistance by Mikhaeyla Kopievsky is reviewed</p><p>THE STORIES:</p><p>“Mano was going to lose. He knew that already; he had that sick, stone-hard feeling in his stomach which tells you it’s all over” – The Halophyte, by Katie McIvor</p><p>“But the poster’s true purpose weren’t to sell us anything, we’d already been bought. It were to reassure us we was making the right decision.” – Those That Would Eat Time, by Harman Burgess</p><p>“The Ever After in question belonged to a heroine of unthreatening kindness, magnificent hair, and quite a knack for musical improvisation. ” – A Fairytale, Ending, by Marissa James</p><p>” I turned over and tried to get back to sleep, but it continued. Definitely a man screaming” – Every Nine Days, by Adrian Milnes</p><p>“You don’t remember, do you? You retain only the most rudimentary ancestral memory.” – A Caucus of the Body Politic, by C.J. Peterson</p><p>“If it’s chaffwind all the old military bots outside will be offline, too, Reeshard. We can get out past them, then up higher with the beacon, reestablish connectivity.” – Stormsong, by Tom Dullemond</p><p>“The thunder of dragons’ wings heralded the arrival of more wounded. I glanced at Doran as the young Shaman’s Apprentice sighed” – Triage, by Michael A. Clark</p><p>“But legally? No death penalty on Andropov Station, no matter how terrible the crime.” – Spacewalk, by Royce Wilson</p><p>“Undermaster Valdon Spare folded back into his chair. He looked exhausted. Other people’s dreams were tiring.” – Misplaced Dreams, by Nicole Walsh</p>