Wednesday, May 18, 2022

Book Release: THE HOSTAGE IN HIDING • Now available everywhere!

 

In a family full of heroes, Nora Connaught is the normal one. She’s never fought space pirates. Never saved anyone’s life. Never done anything even remotely heroic. Now she’s 18, and going off to college on another planet. Nora hopes she’ll finally get to live a normal life.

But life never goes as expected.

When pirates hijack the starliner on which she’s traveling, putting thousands of lives at risk, Nora finds she must live up to the Connaught name.

Can she cast her own heroic shadow?

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Rampant Loon Press is excited to announce that THE HOSTAGE IN HIDING, the latest exciting space opera from bestselling sci-fi author HENRY VOGEL, is now available… well, just about everywhere! So get your copy today!

On Kindle: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B1GRS82S

On Nook: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-hostage-in-hiding-henry-vogel/1141396808

On Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-hostage-in-hiding

On Scribd: https://www.scribd.com/book/573470107/The-Hostage-in-Hiding

In paperback: https://bookshop.org/books/the-hostage-in-hiding/9781958333013

In hardcover: https://bookshop.org/books/the-hostage-in-hiding-9781958333020/9781958333020

On Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1958333018/

At Powell’s: https://www.powells.com/book/the-hostage-in-hiding-9781958333020

At Walmart: https://www.walmart.com/ip/The-Hostage-in-Hiding-Hardcover-9781958333020/543364326

At Lehmanns: https://www.lehmanns.de/shop/literatur/59127418-9781958333006-the-hostage-in-hiding 

At Weltbilt: https://www.weltbild.de/artikel/ebook/the-hostage-in-hiding-rampant-loon-media-llc_38022244-1

Coming soon to Sweden and Poland! New countries and distribution channels being added daily! If you can’t find it, you’re just not trying!

P.S. If you like print books and support local bookstores, you might want to check out some of Henry’s other titles on Bookshop.org. https://bookshop.org/contributors/henry-vogel

Tuesday, May 17, 2022

IT'S ALIIIIIIIIVE!!!!!!!!

 

After the longest and most difficult book launch ever, The Hostage in Hiding is at last live on Kindle. Seven months on the Kindle Vella “Most Faved” list! A Science Fiction Top 5 title the entire time! Now it’s finally out worldwide on Kindle, for readers who aren’t subscribers to the Kindle Vella serialization service. Get it today!

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B1GRS82S/

 

 

 

 

 

    


Monday, May 16, 2022

To trunk, or not to trunk?

Every serious writer has at least one. It’s that one story you really believe in, that special story, that every one of your friends who’s read it says is really good—and yet no matter how much time you spend polishing and revising it, each time you submit it to a magazine, it comes back with the dreaded “nice try, real close” vaguely encouraging but content-free rejection. 

How do you know when it’s time to give up on a story? How can you tell when continuing to work on improving and selling a given story is just a waste of your time, and in the vernacular of the trade, it’s time to toss that story in the trunk, forget about it, and move on?

My short answer is, you don’t. Making that determination is someone else’s job. As long as you still believe in the story, you should keep trying to get it published somewhere. And while you’re waiting for that to happen, you should work on writing something else, because maybe that something else will be easier to sell.

This doesn’t seem to be sufficient answer for most writers, though. In fact, Pete Wood and I have been having quite a back-channel discussion about this question, which apparently has spilled over onto CODEX. Since I don’t belong to CODEX I’m not privy to what’s being said there, but as there seems to be lot of interest in the subject, we’re going to declare an ad hoc Trunk Story Week here on Stupefying Stories and explore the topic in some depth.

To lead off, I’d like to tell you my own hopelessly unsaleable trunk story tale. It may surprise you. 

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In the early spring of 1980, I wrote a little story about a band of teenage hackers. You may have heard of it. The original version of the story ended with a paradigm shift, and the words, “Dad, there’s going to be some changes around here.” I immediately sent the story off to George Scithers at Asimov’s, who hung onto it for a bit longer than usual, then sent it back with a letter detailing everything that was wrong with my story but inviting me to rewrite it and resubmit. In particular, he wanted me to fix the ending, on the grounds that Asimov’s readers would never go for an ending in which the tech-savvy teenage punk was able to win, because he understood an emerging new technology far better than his father ever would. 

I thought about his comments for a bit, then slapped on a coda in which the protagonist gets his comeuppance and gets packed off to a military boarding school. I resubmitted the story to Asimov’s, and this time it stayed there for quite a bit longer than usual, then came back with a note from Scithers saying that while the story as a whole was much improved, he’d run it by a real mainframe computer expert, and the whole idea of punk kids running around causing serious trouble using cheap computers the size of notebooks was just too far-fetched to be credible.

After Scithers at Asimov’s rejected the story a second time, I shrugged, then sent it off to the next magazine on my target list: either Analog or OMNI, I can’t remember which and don’t feel like looking it up in my submissions log right now. The point is, between the summer of 1980 and the summer of 1981, every editor at every major magazine then in the science fiction publishing business got the chance to read this story.

And every one of them rejected it, usually with some variant on the “real close, nice try, kid” brush-off.

In the summer of 1981 I sent the story to Amazing Stories. Founded in 1926 by Hugo Gernsback—the Hugo Gernsback, for whom the Hugo Awards are named—by 1981 Amazing was the Nora Desmond of science fiction publishing; a once-grand old lady lately fallen on hard times, and no longer considered even close to being an “A-list” market. What I didn’t know then was that there was also a lot of turmoil going on behind the scenes, as the magazine was in the process of being acquired by TSR (the makers of Dungeons & Dragons), and the editorial staff was struggling with continuing to put out a magazine while also wondering whether they’d still have jobs once the acquisition was complete. (It turned out the answer was no, they didn’t.) 

My story sat gathering dust at Amazing for about a year. In response to my ever-more-frantic queries I received a series of ever-more-promising replies from a soon to be unemployed assistant editor, until my final shit-or-get-off-the-pot query produced a reply from none other than George Scithers, just hired away from Asimov’s. Scithers informed me that the outgoing editorial staff had thrown out every manuscript they’d been holding for further consideration and I should consider my submission lost. However, if I wanted to resubmit the story…

I shrugged, thought ‘why not?’, and sent a fresh printout of the manuscript to Scithers, who loved it, had to have it, and in July of 1982 finally bought it. My little story, “Cyberpunk,” was at last published in the November 1983 issue of Amazing—strictly speaking, AMAZINGTM Science Fiction Stories combined with FANTASTICTM Stories; the magazine by that point was quite a conglomeration of merged trademarks—which was on the newsstands in September of 1983.

And the rest, as they say, is history.

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The lesson here is simple: everything changes. Writers change and grow. (At least, I hope you do.) Readers change. Publishers change. Markets change. Magazines change.

Even editors change.

In 1980, George Scithers was the four-time Hugo Award-winning editor of Asimov’s, the top magazine in the field. (Although Ellen Datlow over at OMNI probably would have argued with that.) In that role George’s job was to keep Asimov’s the best-selling monthly magazine in the industry, and between the magazine’s reputation and Davis Publications’ generous budget he had first pick of the best stories being produced by the best short-story writers then working. The 1980 George Scithers had no trouble filling every issue with first-rate stories by big name authors.

In 1982, George Scithers was the new editor at Amazing, and his job was to use TSR’s enormous budget and marketing power to dethrone Asimov’s. The problem was that because of Amazing’s dodgy reputation and faltering circulation, a lot of “his” writers chose to stay with Asimov’s rather than follow him to Amazing. He would have to start over and develop a new talent pool.

In short, the 1980 Scithers didn’t need to take risks, he just needed to keep doing what he’d been doing all along. The 1982 Scithers absolutely had to take risks and be open to finding new talent, because that was the only way he would be able to grow his magazine’s circulation.

That, in a nutshell, is what turned a story that was unacceptable in 1980, and rejected by every major editor then working in the business, into the legend that was born in 1983. Not one word of the story changed.

The only thing that changed was the relative career situation of the editor who had rejected it twice, and then on the third try bought and published it.

Submitted for your consideration,

—Bruce Bethke

Saturday, May 14, 2022

A little something for the weekend?

 


This morning, instead of a movie review, I’d like to toss out a question for serious discussion.

Okay, you really want a movie review? Here’s a quick one. Rambo: Last Blood: AVOID. Netflix served this up on our recommended because you watched list and by doing so proved that either Netflix hates us or their recommendation algorithm is seriously screwed up. There is no reason to watch this movie—unless you really hate Mexicans and long to watch a fat, bloated, old Sylvester Stallone kill lots of Mexicans in a third-act “explicit yet strangely cartoonish orgy of violence” that looks like it was lifted straight out of an M-rated video game. This is the movie that asks the question: If I was a 20-something-year-old Mexican narco-terrorist hunting for a 75-year-old gringo in a warren of tunnels, and suddenly the sound system began blasting out The Doors’ Five to One, would I think:

a.) Ooh, this is scary, it’s like I’m suddenly in Apocalypse Now and I’m getting totally psyched out!

or

b.) Dammit, Gramps has overdosed on Geritol and taken out his hearing aids again. Let’s hope he at least still has his Depends on.

John Wayne could pull off the “weary old gunfighter reluctantly coming out of retirement to fight one last battle” shtick. Sylvester Stallone is no John Wayne.  

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So, back to the question I wanted to discuss. While reviewing movies is fun and easy, and movie reviews seem to draw a lot of eyeballs, Stupefying Stories has always been about stories, and the people who tell them. As we refine our focus, publishing movie reviews seem a bit… off-mission. 

For a long time we had a feature on this site called SHOWCASE, in which we published stories that for one reason or another didn’t fit into the context of the magazine but that were too good to ignore. For example:

SHOWCASE: “The Very Last Time I Will Ever Have Sex with a Tree,” by Nathan Cromwell


How, you might wonder, did I end up in a public park with my pants around my ankles and my—er, parts—pinched inside a tree? Long story short, I met a brunette at Retox, she was hot and I was tipsy, and I didn’t check her I.D. Even sober I hate asking a woman to prove she’s real: choose the right moment, it’s awkward; choose the wrong moment, it can scotch the whole deal; and if you choose no moment, you can end up imprisoned by a tree.

Three years ago, according to the most popular theory, the rise of science and the decline in respect for religion pulled modern beliefs back just enough to let the older ones peep through again—not anything big, like gods, but an occasional pixie, goblin, sylph…or dryad. At first these beings terrified and delighted everyone, but after the novelty wore off they became nuisances. And vice-versa: a troll might settle under a bridge, ready to harass passers-over the next morning, only to wake up inside a full-blown homeless encampment and rounded up in a NIMBY-powered police sweep. After a while the mythicals blended, somewhat, into modern life, but you can’t take the tale out of the fairy, if you get me. Even disguised, something irresistible in an idealized, belief-animated figment hurries a man’s pulse.
 

How would you feel if we were to drop the movie reviews, and instead go back to running a SHOWCASE story or two every Saturday morning? 

The lines are open. I’d like to hear your opinion. 

~brb

P.S. One of the features of the new site design is that over in the right column, if you click the [Tags] tab, you'll see all the labels we've ever applied to posts. There's a lot of cruft and clutter there and we need to do some serious cleanup and reorg, but if you select the "Showcase" tag, you'll find all the stories we're published on this site under the SHOWCASE aegis.

There are a lot of good stories there. Check them out. For example, every spring, right about this time, I get the urge to re-read “Bootleg Bees,” by Laura Jane Swanson.

 

Friday, May 13, 2022

Dawn of Time • Episode 6: “Tick tock, drip drop”


Written by Paul Celmer

Continued from Episode 1 | Episode 2 | Episode 3 | Episode 4 | Episode 5

The story thus far: 32nd Century high school student Dawn Anderson is having a really bad day. Needing a better grade in History, she “borrowed” her father’s TimePak to take a short jaunt back to the 20th Century, only to make a perfectly innocent mistake involving a stolen handgun and a too-hot McDonald’s cherry pie. Now, instead of returning home, she is bouncing from disaster to catastrophe, each one worse than the one before. After being chased by clowns, narrowly avoiding becoming a tyrannosaur’s snack, jumping out mere moments before the Chicxulub extinction event, making a new friend and rescuing her from the Titanic, being found by her worst enemy and being forced to rescue her, too, from a robot uprising, the three of them have at last come face-to-face with… Aw heck, we’ll just let it speak for itself.

“Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn!”


I stared at the creature in the ice cave and tried to understand its strange language.

“Excuse me,” something squeaked. A furry creature the size of a cat with eight legs and eight eyes paced near my feet. “I speak Cthulhueese. What he’s saying is, ‘In his house at R’lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.’”

“Useful. Anything else?”

“I’ll translate the rest if you free me from these caverns,” the cat-spider said.

“Done!” I said.

“Cthulhu wants to gnaw your souls into pie paste.”

“Yikes!” I said. “By the way, where are we?”

“The caverns at the end of time, year 9999. Someone didn’t want to pay for the extra digit.”

“Use the pie,” Stella said. “It’s warm enough now.”

I tried but nothing happened.

“Some laws of physics don’t apply here,” the cat-spider said. “Oops.” 

“Uh-oh.” I turned to Becky. “Hey, remember that last lesson we had in Literature?”

A blank stare. “Huh?”

Why was I wasting time asking Becky anything? She only noticed boys.

“Never mind.” I said, and bent down to face the cat-spider. “See if Cthulhu will take two soles now, and a promise to bring more later.”

The cat-spider grunted and gurgled.

Cthulhu nodded.

“Quick, Becky, give me your shoes!”

“What? The best part of my cheerleading outfit?” Becky stamped her foot.

“Quit pouting and just do it!” I said.

 “Okay, but I won’t forget this.” Becky took off her shoes—and her socks, for some reason.

I cut the shoes with my pocketknife. I used the tongues to wipe the stinky green goo from my arm and pitched the bottoms into Cthulhu’s gross mouth.

“Take our soles!” I yelled.

The cat-spider translated.

Cthulhu roared, but slithered aside.

“It accepts homophones! Still, let’s not press our luck,” the cat-spider said.

Stella bent down to pick up the cuddly cat-spider, who purred loudly while Stella whispered something I did not catch into the eight furry ears arranged like a crown on the top of its head. Then we dashed down a long dark hallway with the flapping of Becky’s bare feet echoing between the moldy stone walls. The hallway was lined with paintings. Starry Night. The Mona Lisa. Campbell’s soup cans.

“Ick! A museum of cliché art,” Becky said.

“This is worse than that dorm room I saw when my parents dragged me on a tour of a fancy liberal arts college,” I said.

“Now you know why I had to escape,” the cat-spider said.

We stopped in front of some melting clocks by Salvador Dali.

“I don’t feel so good.” Becky put her hand on her stomach.

“Time itself is melting!” said the cat-spider.

I couldn’t move. My feet dripped into the floor. Soon we would be nothing but paint splotches…


Next week: “Episode 7: The dreadful secret of McDonald’s”

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 When not traveling to parallel universes, Paul Celmer is a technical writer in Durham, North Carolina. His recently published flash science fiction includes “Spooky Action At a Distance” in Daily Science Fiction and “The Last Rosy-Fingered Dawn” in Cosmic Roots and Eldritch Shores.

Thursday, May 12, 2022

“The Difficulty of Disembarking” • by Carol Scheina

The day Arielle died in seat G-1 commuting home on the north-west train, Keith purchased a ticket for seat G-2. He spotted his wife’s transparent form gazing out the train window, wisps of curly hair floating around her forehead. “Arielle! You okay?”

“My head doesn’t hurt anymore, but I can’t disembark…”

Keith slipped next to her. “Brain aneurysm. Sudden. You died here, but we’ll stay together now.” He tried to stroke her hand, fingertips slipping through frigid air.

Arielle’s lips trembled as she attempted to smile.

Woven seat fabric rubbed against Keith’s back as he teleworked from G-2. Day after day, Arielle described the same rounded bridges and steepled churches rushing past.

He stopped disembarking, ate tepid soup and chewy chicken from the dining car. At night, he splashed bathroom sink water onto his face, then gazed at his wife before drifting off to sleep in G-2.

He made a quick hop off one morning, returning with a suitcase of clothes, a toothbrush, deodorant.

Arielle watched him slide on fuzzy slippers, her pale lips thin. “Keith, there’s a world beyond this train.”

“There’s no world without you.”

“There is. Go! See it!”

The train rattled as it rounded a turn. Brakes announced the next stop with a hiss.

“Where would I go?” Keith whispered.

“Everywhere. You can’t stop living because I’m not.” She tried to grasp his hand, cold moving across his knuckles. “Please. I want you to do this.”

“For you, Arielle.” How he wanted to kiss her, to feel her curls tickle his cheek. Instead, he disembarked at the station.

Keith spotted Arielle gazing back from seat G-1. When the train rumbled off, there was a blur of ghostly curls, then she was gone.

His heart still rode in G-2, but he walked forward.

_________________


Carol Scheina
is a deaf speculative fiction author
from the Northern Virginia region. Many of her stories were thought up while sitting in local traffic, resulting in tales that have appeared in Cossmass Infinities, Daily Science Fiction, Escape Pod, and other publications. You can find more of her work at carolscheina.wordpress.com.



Wednesday, May 11, 2022

Status Update • 11 May 2022

 


Work on STUPEFYING STORIES #24 is rolling right along, and barring divine or demonic intervention the book is on-track for a June 1st release. Having learned from our painful experience with The Hostage in Hiding, we’re going to upload this one to Amazon KDP first, and then go wide with distribution to other e-book platforms via Draft2Digital. 

We have been doing a lot of learning in these past few weeks, not all of it painful. By reexamining what we did in the past, and by getting a lot of good advice from people who probably would prefer not to be named for fear of having to give up what they’re doing now to become professional publishing industry consultants, we have identified a major pivot that we need to make as we go forward—and go forward we shall. For the first time in I can’t remember when, we actually have a solid and workable business plan for what we’ll be being for the rest of this year, and going on into next year. I’m actually feeling quite optimistic about it.

The essential points of it are:

  • Our initial ad hoc crowd-funding campaign worked far better than I ever expected. Thank you!

  • Stupefying Stories #24 is now fully funded and on track for a June 1st release.

  • Stupefying Stories #25 is now fully funded and on track for a September 1st release.

  • By reallocating resources and shifting to a laser-like focus on the magazine, we have almost enough in hand now to fund Stupefying Stories #26 and release it on December 1st. Therefore we will be continuing the ad hoc crowd-funding campaign through this summer, to ensure that by the time we get to September we have enough in hand to fully fund SS#26.

  • After SS#25 is out the door, we’ll roll out the serious crowd-funding campaign. Through this we hope to raise the $4K we’ll need to put out issues 27 through 30 on a quarterly basis in 2023. However, this is just the first goal. We have a series of stretch goals planned, all of which work towards our ultimate objective of paying authors more.

That was always my idea: to grow Stupefying Stories to the point where we could afford to pay our authors professional word rates. At last, I think I know how to make this happen. 

Thanks for your support!

—Bruce Bethke



 

Now out on Scribd: The Hostage in Hiding

 

The agonizingly slow roll-out of the e-book edition of The Hostage in Hiding continues. As of this morning it’s now on Scribd, at this link:

https://www.scribd.com/book/573470107/The-Hostage-in-Hiding

Meanwhile, the Kindle edition remains stuck “IN REVIEW,” and Amazon Support continues to reply to our queries with the email equivalent of “Your call is important to us. Please remain on the line and your call will be taken by the next available service representative.”

On the bright side, at least they aren’t playing hold music at us. 

At this rate, though, it looks like the e-book will be out on Apple Books before it comes out on Kindle, and that is something that has never happened before.

“Siren” • by Gustavo Bondoni

 

The alarm buzzed loudly enough that I heard it over the clickety-clack of the wheels on the rails.

I swam to the surface and put my elbows on the edge of the tank. Mermaids can hear things a long way off. It was how we located sailors on the sea.

The sounds came from the rear of the train: someone had boarded from the caboose. I heard angry shouts, the sound of violence, a scuffle.

Wood splintered, and another door creaked open, and the intruder was in the animal cars. The elephants snuffled. A lion growled, but the attacker must not have found what he wanted. Footsteps on the roof told me he was getting closer.

A man opened a hatch and lowered himself into my boxcar. He was broad-shouldered, dressed in tan tactical pants and a cargo vest.

He held out his hands and said, “Don’t be scared. I’m with NatureAction. I’m here to save you.”

“NatureAction?” I said. “The animal rescue people?”

“We do more than that.”

“I’m not an animal.”

“You are a non-human creature. You’re too magnificent to be a freak in a sideshow.”

“I’m not a sideshow. I’m the main attraction,” I responded.

“You’re being exploited, held here against your will and paraded like a monster.”

“Some of us are monsters.”

“Well, I won’t let them do it. That’s why I’m a NatureAction shock trooper.”

“That’s not what you are,” I said.

“What?”

“You’re dinner.”

His look of confusion disappeared when I began to sing. He jumped in the water, and swam in place, waiting.

“And I own this carnival,” I told him with a smile. “Trust me, grabbing the occasional rescuer is much better than sitting on a rock, waiting months for a boat to pass.”

I would eat well today.

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Gustavo Bondoni is novelist and short story writer with over three hundred stories published in fifteen countries, in seven languages.  He is a member of Codex and an Active Member of SFWA. His latest novel is Test Site Horror (2020). He has also published two other monster books: Ice Station: Death (2019) and Jungle Lab Terror (2020), three science fiction novels: Incursion (2017), Outside (2017) and Siege (2016) and an ebook novella entitled Branch. His short fiction is collected in Pale Reflection (2020), Off the Beaten Path (2019) Tenth Orbit and Other Faraway Places (2010) and Virtuoso and Other Stories (2011).
 
In 2019, Gustavo was awarded second place in the Jim Baen Memorial Contest and in 2018 he received a Judges Commendation (and second place) in The James White Award. He was also a 2019 finalist in the Writers of the Future Contest.
 
His website is at www.gustavobondoni.com



This month’s Pete Wood Challenge was to write a 200- to 300-word flash fiction SF/F story that takes place on Earth and involves a train, and specifically a mechanical train of some sort, not a wagon or mule train. To quote Pete: “Amtrak, boxcar, steam locomotive, post-Apocalyptic Snowpiercer type, I don’t care,” but the story must take place on a train.

The Pete Wood Challenge fiction contest is supported by the generosity of readers like you. If you like these kinds of stories and want to see more of them, please show it by clicking this link or the button below to make a donation today. All major credit cards are accepted, and all donations go directly towards playing the authors and artists who create the content that you’re enjoying on this site. Literally, all donations go straight into the PayPal account from which we pay our authors and artists. 

 


Tuesday, May 10, 2022

Launching this week on Kindle Vella • "Trouble in Twi-Town," by Henry Vogel

 

Launched just yesterday and already it’s hit the Top Faved list and is working it’s way up the charts. TROUBLE IN TWI-TOWN, the newest novel from Henry Vogel, exclusively on Kindle Vella. Check it out!

https://www.amazon.com/kindle-vella/story/B09ZBCH9WN






Now Out on Nook: The Hostage in Hiding

 



The slowest and most bollixed new book launch ever continues, with The Hostage in Hiding going live on the Barnes & Noble Nook site this morning, a mere 19 days after we uploaded it.

Thus far the print editions are easy to find, and are available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Powell’s, and, to my surprise, Booktopia, which bills itself as “Australia’s Local Bookstore.”

Paperback: https://www.amazon.com/Hostage-Hiding-Henry-Vogel/dp/1958333018/

Hardcover: https://www.amazon.com/Hostage-Hiding-Henry-Vogel/dp/1958333026/ 

Barnes & Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-hostage-in-hiding-henry-vogel/1141396808

Powell’s City of Books: https://www.powells.com/book/the-hostage-in-hiding-9781958333020

Booktopia: https://www.booktopia.com.au/the-hostage-in-hiding-henry-vogel/book/9781958333020.html

(Looking at that last listing, though, suggests that either the AUD has really plunged against the USD lately or else whoever wrote that listing has mistaken their didgeridoo for a bong.)

The e-book editions, however, remain hard to find. As of this morning it’s on Nook and Kobo:

Nook: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-hostage-in-hiding-henry-vogel/1141396808?ean=9781958333006

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-hostage-in-hiding

But the one that matters, the Kindle edition, remains stuck in the middle of a turf battle between IngramSpark and Amazon. Assuming things go as promised by IngramSpark the e-book will eventually show up on an astonishing variety of e-book platforms, as listed below, but at the moment, their inability to put the book out on Kindle is… frustrating, to put it mildly.

Out of curiosity: do any of you use any of these e-book platforms, beyond Amazon, Apple, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, and/or Scribd?  

  • 24Symbols
  • Ainosco
  • Amazon
  • Apple
  • Barnes & Noble Nook
  • Bibliotheca
  • BibliU
  • Bolinda
  • Bookmate
  • Chegg
  • De Marque
  • eBooks.com
  • EBSCO
  • fable
  • Follett/B&T
  • Gardners
  • Glose
  • hoopla
  • Hummingbird
  • iGroup
  • ITSI
  • Kobo Plus
  • Kortex
  • Libreka
  • Libri.de
  • LitRes
  • Mackin
  • Odilo
  • OverDrive
  • Perlego
  • Perusall
  • ProQuest
  • Publica.la
  • RedShelf 
  • Scribd
  • SpoonRead
  • Storytel
  • VitalSource
  • WF Howes
  • Wheelers
  • Wook
  • YouScribe


“End Program” • by Eric Fomley

 

Ayix is standing at the front of the railcar, giving his best CitiTrain branded holo-tour to the passengers.

“And if you look to the left, you’ll see Maritime Park,” he says. “Built in…” it takes longer than usual for him to retrieve the data, “2037. The park is dedicated to the city’s maritime heroes throughout history.”

Ayix glitches, staring at the withered grass outside the window longer than he should before turning back to his audience.

“It’s typically very busy this time of day, before recent events.”

He can feel his program starting to fail. The train’s lack of sufficient power is deteriorating his subroutines.

“That con-concludes the tour. Do do do you have any qu-questions?”

Ayix listens for a response, but only detects the occasional bump of the railcar on the tracks. He misses when people actually asked questions, and he got the opportunity to scroll through his catalogue of factoids to delight and impress them.

The holo generator blares a power failure warning through the ceiling speakers. Ayix takes one last look at his tourists, their pearl skulls bobbing to the motion of the train, and sighs.

“Thank you for taking the tour,” he says, just before his holo winks out. Maybe he’ll do another tour for the stagnant crowd tomorrow, or maybe his holo generator will finally fail. He’s not sure which he wants more.

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Eric Fomley’s work has appeared in Daily Science Fiction, Galaxy’s Edge, Flame Tree Press, and The Black Library. You can read more of his work on his website at https://ericfomley.com or buy him a coffee in exchange for a story at https://ko-fi.com/ericfomley.


This month’s Pete Wood Challenge was to write a 200- to 300-word flash fiction SF/F story that takes place on Earth and involves a train, and specifically a mechanical train of some sort, not a wagon or mule train. To quote Pete: “Amtrak, boxcar, steam locomotive, post-Apocalyptic Snowpiercer type, I don’t care,” but the story must take place on a train.

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Monday, May 9, 2022

Now out on Kobo: The Hostage in Hiding

 

HALLELUJAH! It took 18 days, but at last, The Hostage in Hiding is out on Kobo! Can the Nook, iTunes, and most importantly, Kindle editions be far behind? 

Geez, we hope not.

 

“The Trees Blow By” • by Jason Burnham

 

“Thirty seconds to mark,” says the train, its monotone, automated voice sounding its annual proximity alert.

Dr. Anthony Hesychyz braces himself against the cold, dark glass, heavily modified reach extender in one hand, the window’s latch in the other. Hints of sunlight emerge as the dwindling edge of the dark forest slaps against the windows.

“Exiting woodland tunnel,” says the train.

In one swift motion, Dr. Hesychyz opens the window and thrusts the reach extender through the aperture, lowering the collection apparatus as close as he dares to the ground without risking its integrity.

He smells the wrongness before he sees it, pre-train memories of campfires gone wrong conjured by the scents wafting through the window. He squeezes his head through the opening, as if being outside will somehow erase the fire-ravaged field. Hot tears well up in his eyes from the acridness of the smoke.

There’s a cough from the bed behind him, a clearing of the throat against an edematous airway.

“What’s wrong son?” his father asks.

Anthony gapes at the now dead space that formerly nurtured his father’s life-saving foxgloves, his only source of anti-arrhythmic-producing flowers on the perpetual rail.

The retrieval device falls from his hand and smashes to pieces on the tracks. Anthony barely pulls his head inside and closes the window before the forest tunnel resumes.

“I… I’m sorry, Dad—no heart medicine this year.”

His father coughs again, but smiles weakly. “That’s okay. I’m tired of this train anyhow.”

Anthony’s chest sinks and he wonders if this is how his father feels all the time—a heart contracting too weakly to push blood forward.

“Prop me up when we pass the ocean,” his father says. “I’d like to see it one last time.”

Anthony nods. He can’t blame these tears on the smoke.

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Jason P. Burnham is an infectious diseases physician and clinical researcher. He loves many things, among them sci-fi, his wife, sons, and dog, metal music, Rancho Gordo beans, and equality (not necessarily in that order).

 

 

This month’s Pete Wood Challenge was to write a 200- to 300-word flash fiction SF/F story that takes place on Earth and involves a train, and specifically a mechanical train of some sort, not a wagon or mule train. To quote Pete: “Amtrak, boxcar, steam locomotive, post-Apocalyptic Snowpiercer type, I don’t care,” but the story must take place on a train.

The Pete Wood Challenge fiction contest is supported by the generosity of readers like you. If you like these kinds of stories and want to see more of them, please show it by clicking this link or the button below to make a donation today. All major credit cards are accepted, and all donations go directly towards playing the authors and artists who create the content that you’re enjoying on this site. Literally, all donations go straight into the PayPal account from which we pay our authors and artists. 

Saturday, May 7, 2022

A little something for the weekend?

DR. STRANGE IN THE MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS

A spoiler-free review by Blix Dresden

To date there are 29 films in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. The Avengers (2012) has just celebrated its 10-year-anniversary. Saying there is a bit of pregame to this film is an understatement, and before going into this blood-soaked banger, it’s strongly recommended that the viewer has a grasp of Avengers: Endgame/Infinity War, WandaVision, and a few episodes of “What If...?” (located on Disney+).

This is without doubt a Sam Raimi movie, just with Kevin Feige holding the kill-switch. Some fans may feel cheated as it narratively negates foundations provided by WandaVision. Without having seen all 9 episodes of the Disney+ show, some viewers may grumble at certain character motives (rather important ones) displayed in the final act of the film. A quick IMDB reveals it was written by Michael Waldron, who also wrote Loki, one of the only Disney+ shows I've yet to see. I’m judging no one for decisions imposed by Disney concerning the final cut. Sam Raimi himself has claimed this film originally clocked in slightly under 3 hours.

Snipping 30 minutes of footage, alongside with reshoots and a director walking out over creative differences, can take a toll on an assembly cut. It’s rough on the reels, so to say. And baby, Multiverse of Madness absolutely delivers in it's namesake’s regard. Though it does suffer studio possession, which only seems adequate at this point for Raimi’s career.

Dr. Strange in the Multiverse of Madness is a sequel to several previous Marvel/Disney properties, with classic Hammer film homages, visual Wizard of Oz references, and mood reminiscent of The Terminator and Evil Dead II. It doubles-down on chaotic fan-service juxtaposed with a fast-paced, savage, and majestic flex concerning our sorcerer in question, Dr. Stephen Strange (performed once more by Benedict Cumberbatch with eloquent bravado). It’s messy, it’s ridiculous, and most of all it’s visually terrifying. Hogwarts this is not.

Elizabeth Olsen (Wanda/Scarlett Witch) stole the show!  She managed to channel Sissy Spacek’s performance as Carrie (1976) in every twist through this kaleidoscope of realities, and it only got darker. She was horrifying, tragic, dare-say portrayed as an emotionally confused anti-hero. Her comparisons to Carrie ended appropriately at the blood, as her schizoid-written arc somehow swings her back to friendly Disney territory in the end. In my opinion, it is a significant standout performance, though strongly derivative of past angst-performances that had less studio constriction (See The Neon Demon, 2016).

Though this film has a PG-13 rating, it is bluntly working against continuing Marvel’s kid-friendly themes. Anyone familiar with Raimi’s horror roots may feel oddly comfortable with the final product—an MCU fan may feel the continuation of the Marvel Saga is exhilarating, but I personally left the theater feeling results of previous films were discarded entirely, the emotional punch turning to merely a swollen bruise.

Unfortunately, the script wasn’t chiseled enough, and its frisky logic defined that fault; for example, there was a scene where Christine Palmer (Rachael McAdams) attempts to break a glass cell meant to imprison superheroes—with a fire extinguisher! I’ve also heard one of the most triumphant retinal “Pops!” of my entire cinematic experience thus to date.

It’s almost like a Troma movie, with a bit more color, money, and content restriction. Though it does ooze.

A thrill-ride does exists through the vitreous mulch infecting the plot, but it is held back by misuse of characters and lost opportunities. One can only be curious what exactly was left out of Raimi’s near 3-hour cut of the film.

I was very surprised by newcomer Xochitl Gomez. What she lacked in talented gravitas, she made up for in gentle charm and thankfully wasn’t constricted to being the sidekick. American Chavez will easily be welcomed to the MCU.

Let’s hope her next feature provides more character development and room to warp deeper into the mayhem of the multiverse.

Overall, it was an exceptionally great time, though only time will tell how relative.

Speaking as a comic-shop junkie. I give it a solid 7/10.

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Blix Dresden is a resident of Asheville, NC. He lives with his wonderful lady and three psychotic cats. He has been working on his first novel.