Sarah Titus

Nov 15, 2024 | strangehorizons.com | Areeb Ahmad |Sarah Titus |Sophie Fink |Romie Stott

We begin in a dark forest in the dead of night. Eungyo is following a shadow deeper and deeper into the woods, coming to a stop only when hailed by someone. It is Mujae, a friend. He deters Eungyo from going any further and getting lost, warning against chasing shadows. In Hwang Jungeun’s novel, translated from the Korean by Jung Yewon, shadows dissociating from their owners is quite a common occurrence. They rise up, move around, and follow their own whims.

Nov 12, 2024 | strangehorizons.com | Kat Kourbeti |Kyle Tam |Sarah Titus |Sophie Fink

https://d3ctxlq1ktw2nl.cloudfront.net/staging/2024-10-12/389700093-44100-2-b7a93447ce755.m4aIn the 4th episode of SH@25, Editor Kat Kourbeti sits down with tabletop game designer and SFF critic Kyle Tam, whose young career has taken off in the last few years. Read on for an insightful interview about narrative storytelling from non-Western perspectives, the importance of schlock and trash in the development of taste, and the windows into creativity we find in moments of hardship.

Nov 11, 2024 | strangehorizons.com | Romie Stott |Sarah Titus |Sophie Fink |Eric Hendel

Needless to say, it's been a bit of a week. A number of us (editors, writers, readers) have been scatterbrained or have cocooned, or have simply been tired. The result is that our current issue is currently... one poem. And reviews. (Props to the impeccable reviews department.)More is coming. By the end of the week, we intend to have our second poem ready (maybe by the time you read this message it's already up), and new fiction. I can't tell you exactly when. But we're still here, still working.

Nov 11, 2024 | strangehorizons.com | Sophie Fink |Sarah Titus |Romie Stott |Eric Hendel

after the anthropocene, the rain— acid, apocalyptic, full of rats bloody in the subways they slap, bang, slump against the silver, yellow, black of the N train— eternally exposed at Union Square— where we bought books and sang copper into velveteen shells (two guitars fighting over the same late career Willie Nelson), into students and stoners and Harold on the corner selling stolen comics for eight bucks and change— but it’s all green now, green spores carried on green light, sleeping gentle...

Nov 11, 2024 | strangehorizons.com | Sarah Titus |Eric Hendel |Hwang Jungeun |Dylan Haston

The angels wear the faces of our deadand stare at us from darkened cornersso the sun cannot glint on their blond heads. Rather, they slink from daydreams to shadowssmelling of Chanel No. 5 and tornfamily Bibles; their cadence, their lowtones let us pretend they are indeed oursand not a nightmare with peeling faces. We swallow hard and agree to burrowdeep into this illusion for how elsewould we get to see their faces again?