Raven Jakubowski

Nov 6, 2024 | nightmare-magazine.com | Wendy Wagner |Raven Jakubowski

CW: unhealthy relationships, implied violence and gore. Cora has left her skin lying out again. It’s the first thing I see when come in. Open the door, hang up my coat, kick off my heels, turn on the lamp, and there it is, slouched in the mid-century chair by the ratty sofa. Her empty skin, deflated, black sockets staring at me. I like a tidy house, and she knows I do, but I just sigh and drape the skin over a hanger, put it in the closet with the rest.

Sep 9, 2024 | strangehorizons.com | Jan Cronos |Emma Johnson-Rivard |Raven Jakubowski |Elis Montgomery

as something less ormore than mortal. Her spacewalkended when her oxygen ran out. She should have expired onlyshe didn’t. Perhaps the frigid voidpreserved her in a virtual stasis. The wonder is she’s still aware. A swarm of sentient neuronssparkle as they orbit round her helmet—they constitute her mind. Gray rocky meteors of memoryflare in a foggy recollection likefrozen comets heated by the sun. Who she was she doesn’t knowbut she remains.

Sep 4, 2024 | strangehorizons.com | Rachel Cordasco |Emma Johnson-Rivard |Raven Jakubowski |Elis Montgomery

Icelandic speculative fiction in translation has begun to make its mark on the Anglophone literary world, especially in the realm of horror fiction. Since 2012, English-language readers have been able to enjoy novels and stories by such Icelandic authors as Andri Snær Magnason, Yrsa Sigurðardóttir, Sjón, Steinar Bragi, Alexander Dan Vilhjálmsson, and now Hildur Knútsdóttir.

Sep 2, 2024 | strangehorizons.com | Elis Montgomery |Emma Johnson-Rivard |Raven Jakubowski |Electra Pritchett

your (“spell”) sayscut a vein and stainthe pried petalsof a (“rose”) {but synthBlooms costtoo.pretty.a.penny andthe petals hold fast,live=longer than your (“ancestors”)did {and when you rendyour wristHatch open you cannot(“bleed”) for your lost.heritage {you can only tangleyour fingers+in the wires,pull to feel the zap.of.something that {in another (“life”);} couldn’t {be turned () off;}}}}

Sep 2, 2024 | strangehorizons.com | Emma Johnson-Rivard |Raven Jakubowski |Elis Montgomery |Electra Pritchett

The corpsemongers down on Echo are selling human teeth again, little pearls of calcium passed hand to palm like benediction, and that means the pilot has to go down and check for eyeteeth. He’ll spend a month’s pay if they let him, and he’ll be worse than useless if they don’t. He’s hunting ghosts, the captain says, so let him be. But reel him back when it doesn’t pan out, would you? They rotate the duty, distasteful as it is, and Widow knows she’s come due.