BCS 331: A Pilgrimage to the God of High Places

By J. Bridges, from Issue #407 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online MagazineNarrated by M.K. Hobson.He was a shell of his former self by the time I found him.More info »

By Marissa Lingen, from Issue #406 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online MagazineNarrated by Tina Connolly.I could have refused. A year earlier, two years, I would have.More info »

By Liana Richmond, from Issue #405 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online MagazineNarrated by Maxine L. Moore.He had taken hold of her, shooing away the fish pulling off bits of her softened flesh, and had guided her to shore.More info »

By Devin Miller, from Issue #404 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online MagazineNarrated by Maxine L. Moore."I drank a cup of ordinary coffee once with the Archduke of Holal," Osa said to the girl. "I need to drink it again."More info »

By Adam Breckenridge, from Issue #403 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online MagazineNarrated by M.K. Hobson.Ash may be ash, but it still has a soul, and the shreds of Offas that had been reborn in me sung to the ashes’ tune.More info »

By Natalia Theodoridou, from Issue #401 – Science-Fantasy Month 7 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online MagazineNarrated by M.K. Hobson.I imagine my King on the spaceship that would take us away from the only home we’ve ever known in search of a new one. Most of us will live, but the King will die.More info »

By Emily McIntyre, from Issue #400 – Science-Fantasy Month 7 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online MagazineNarrated by Tina Connolly.The black pupil—property of XCorp, almost human but not quite, recording every curly hair that falls over my face, every flutter of my breath, every tremble of my lips.More info »

By Elly Bangs, from Issue #400 – Science-Fantasy Month 7 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online MagazineNarrated by Summer Fletcher.But what kind of weapon could possibly be made out of bittersweet memory?More info »

By Linda Niehoff, from Issue #398 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online MagazineNarrated by M.K. Hobson.Music like that doesn’t belong inside. It belongs to outside in the night. Quivering in the air with every crawling thing.More info »

By Jenny Rae Rappaport, from Issue #396 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online MagazineNarrated by Tina Connolly.At the table with you are three fairies, their clothing just as ridiculous and just as shimmering as your own.More info »