Spite Trip
The galley smells like burnt rehydrated coffee and someone else's feet.
Stories in Sci-Fi & Fantasy tagged breathless and eager, ranked by how many readers finish them. Reads run 22 to 28 minutes. Writers to know: Iron Contour, Signal of Velvet and Quill of Gold. Readers usually start with “Spite Trip” and “The Data Leash”. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
The galley smells like burnt rehydrated coffee and someone else's feet.
Brock Araragi, forty-two years old and a data analyst by trade, stood on his rooftop garden with a glass of cheap pinot and a grudge.
I'm Tyra Harlow, twenty-four, and I stack grocery store bargains like most people stack receipts.
Nadia Voss was twenty-eight years old, and her job was stealing memories out of the heads of things that could eat her.
I came to Fennic's Rest on a Tuesday in late spring, twenty-eight years old and freshly divorced, with a trunk full of enchanted junk and…
I was thirty-four that autumn, and I thought I knew every kind of tired.
The scentweave machines hum.
The sleet started an hour out of Reykjavik and never let up.
I took the night cleaning job because my son moved out in September and the house got too quiet.