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 →
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 →
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 →
He is old, older than anyone I have ever known.
Ultimately, it was the Kingsmen who ferried their marriage to its grave.
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 shaman’s magic was used to strike down enemies and win tribal wars, but the butterfly keeper had something nobler in mind.
There’s somebody else in here, in this house. Someone who shouldn’t be. Someone who can’t be.
Lhai sniffed the water in his trough. Was the poison in there? He couldn’t tell. He cursed, not for the first time, that the Maker had given dragons such a poor sense of smell.