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The Witch's Knives, by Margaret Ronald (10/17/16)
Fiction.
I am here to rescue my husband, she rehearsed in her head, trying to ignore how the red sap trickled through her hair and how the railroad ties sank and splintered underfoot. I am here to break your curse.
Podcast: The Witch's Knives, by Margaret Ronald, read by Anaea Lay (10/17/16)
Fiction.
In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Anaea Lay presents Margaret Ronald's "The Witch's Knives."
Let's Tell Stories of the Deaths of Children, by Margaret Ronald (10/12/15)
Fiction.
It's been decades since she stole any children. Centuries, maybe.
Podcast: Let's Tell Stories of the Deaths of Children, by Margaret Ronald, read by Anaea Lay (10/12/15)
Fiction.
In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Anaea Lay presents Margaret Ronald's "Let's Tell Stories of the Deaths of Children."
The Innocence of a Place, by Margaret Ronald (1/13/14)
Fiction.
This marks the fundamental difference between us as historians. Robbie believes every minor detail tells part of a greater story, while I see instead the stories people make up to justify what has happened. Even when, as with East Braxton, there is nothing that can justify it.
Podcast: The Innocence of a Place, by Margaret Ronald, read by Anaea Lay (1/13/14)
Fiction.
In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Anaea Lay presents Margaret Ronald's "The Innocence of a Place."
Goat Eschatologies, by Margaret Ronald (11/19/07)
Fiction.
The sign over the refrigerator had been knocked off-center. Pre-Apocalypse Sale on Cheese, it read in Gert's angular handwriting—a joke to start with, less and less funny every day. By now Gert was almost too ashamed to take it down.
Ex Machina, by Margaret Ronald (5/28/07)
Fiction.
"'And One said, I will choose among you certain of your folk, that they may know the lightning's path, and the mysteries of light, and the knowledge to heal that which was made and not born. For learning fails, and inscriptions weather away, and records molder, but the blood carries on.'"
The Welsh Squadron (Part 2 of 2), by Margaret Ronald, illustration by Ian Simmons (7/10/06)
Fiction.
"Tournaments. Tournaments and idiots searching for Christ relics and fighting on horseback. No blood. Nothing about watching your own men die. Relics don't change that. Nothing changes that."
The Welsh Squadron (Part 1 of 2), by Margaret Ronald, illustration by Ian Simmons (7/3/06)
Fiction.
"Hitler's sent them to London. We should expect to scramble in a half-hour at most." He paused, then added, "There's a lot of them."