Out of the Shadows

There are seven boats pulled up on the bank side of a river. I find numbers important. Their winter covers are still on. It’s now summer so that is six to nine months and nobody disturbs them except the tidal movement in the estuary. It’s raining heavily and night is falling; never a good time.... Continue Reading →


The Sleep Rider

Helen was discovered at dawn. She was sat at the edge of the Feyness Cliffs. Cold all through, fingers bunched to fists within the deep folds of her mam’s taatit blanket which she refused to surrender. Stripes of slime marked her legs from the traivels of slugs and snails. Her lips remained closed. Nae takkin... Continue Reading →

3 Sea Stories

Isle of Aur Tales speak of an island lost in the fog somewhere in the ocean, not found on any map. It is said that it can only be revealed in the high seas to worthy travellers. Old sailors in taverns claim to have glimpsed and then lost it from sight, straining their eyes against... Continue Reading →

The Apprentice

As the heavenly bodies above sewed and threaded themselves in neat and twinkling alignments in the night sky, down on earth, Old Frizzlefish stood watching this display with rapt attention. He shivered apprehensively, feeling a tingling ecstasy rise from deep within his archaic bones at what he knew was coming. All his life seemed to... Continue Reading →

EIBF 2017 On Tour with MR Carey and Joe Hill

Apocalypse Now with MR Carey and Joe Hill, East Kilbride Arts Centre From our very own (new!) correspondent, Callum McSorley: "There are a few reasons to be proud of coming from East Kilbride. One – it gave birth to post-punk royalty The Jesus and Mary Chain. Two – its grey and not-at-all oppressive landscape helped inspire... Continue Reading →

EIBF 2017 with Ben Aaronovitch

Rachel visited the Edinburgh International Book Festival on a drizzly Wednesday evening: "You know what I like about fantasy and sci-fi writers? The good ones, that is? Their literary worlds are generally so detailed, so fascinating and so compelling that there are always questions to ask about them and the answers are (nearly always!) interesting... Continue Reading →

The Transubstantial Man

Frankie Witt crawled out of a stupor and into a hangover. The crust inside his mouth crumbled like a wasps' nest as he puckered. Aghh. Again. Head feels like it's oozing pus. You stumblebum, just die and be done with it. Frankie shambled into the bathroom, drank a glass of off-color water and weaved into... Continue Reading →

Event Horizon, June 14

Readers! We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming for a special announcement! This month Æther & Ichor are going live! We'll be hosting a spoken word, poetry and music event at Edinburgh's Banshee Labyrinth, on the evening of June 14! The event will be in collaboration with science fiction magazine Shoreline of Infinity, as part of... Continue Reading →

The Hiker and the Hawk

When light and shade reach a high contrast, the heat burns the weeds, and the pebbles crackle under the soles of the boots of a young ornithologist, his face and arms tanned by a merciless desert sun

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