Issue 27

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Issue 27, June 1, 2014

Dear Readers,

I am right in the middle of edits to a book on knife fighting which I co-wrote with modern samurai James Williams, www.systemofstrategy.com, and a novel I'm writing from the perspective of Pacific salmon which, I hope, recalls the style of Neil Gaimon. Therefore I'm going to keep this introduction to a minimum.

I'm very happy with the content of our 27th issue, some by established New Myths authors and other work by newbies. I'm particularly happy to have fellow Odyssey graduates Bob Sojka and Travis Heermann in our pages again.

We have just added some editors and assistant editors to our roster of volunteer talent: Jenise Aminoff, Susan Shell Winston, Karen Lacey, Paul Schilling and Marta Tanrikulu. Look for their biographies coming soon in About New Myths. Susan will be in charge of our September 1 issue.

I'm also thrilled that Adam Armstrong has taken over our book reviews. Adam has done many reviews for us in the past. If you haven't read our book reviews, check them out. Adam and his bevy of reviewers

don't pull any punches.

Enjoy,

Scott T. Barnes, Editor

Table of Contents

Fiction

Distraction by Regina Clarke

Manipulation is my specialty. I knew it had to be why they’d selected me for the job. I was excited. All the retraining had been worth it. In two days’ time I'd be part of a work team, headed into the Clancy quadrant.

Shadows of the Deep by Travis Heermann

Kuriko walked aghast through the wreckage of her childhood. It was worse than she feared; every village in Iga province was wiped away clean. Charred timbers protruded like burnt ribs from the snow.

Lilith by Mary McMyne

The pit is deep, eight paces wide by eight paces tall, filled with large stakes that jut from the bottom, sharpened stones at each tip. The stones glitter, silver and black-pointed in the sun, when I remove the vines my husband has woven with moss and dead leaves to cover them. No matter how the panther falls, she will land on at least one.

Moonshine Girl and the Golden Cat by Christopher Owen

Danea was a moonshine girl, and had been since she was old enough to tend a still. She lived with a coven of witches in the forest near Soushire, a small village a half day’s ride from the forest. It was said that Danea made the finest moonshine in all the land, and the witches turned a great profit selling it, along with their potions and charms in villages and towns near and far.

Daemon's Deck by Matthew Siegerd

There’s no better time to conduct business than during a siege.

The Bone Necklace by Bob Sojka

“You accepted a job where?” Lucy screamed this, halting her singing, and knocking the sautéed onions from the stove as she reached to snap off R.E.M.’s Losing My Religion. “Are you out of your mind, Nick? You promised. No more hopscotching from job to job.”

Flash Fiction

Sans Ants by R.W.W. Greene

Lily Pad Interlude by Sarena Ulibarri

NonFiction

Somewhen Out There by Peter Jekel

Defining the Symbolism of Clay Figurines of Fertility by Norman Rubin

Poetry

Still, It Pulls Me by Annie Neugebauer

Invisible Love by Michal T. Schick

City of Stone by Lorna Smithers