As she kicked her way towards the surface, her fingers and toes lengthened, a thin membrane webbing together in between them, and thin slits opened up into gills on either side of her torso. Her ribs ached, body working overtime to suck in water through her shirt.
In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Anaea Lay presents Tiera Greene's “Orphan Tsunami Heathens.”
I hold your cold hand / and wish that time's arrow could pierce us backwards
In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Ciro Faienza presents Evelyn Deshane’s “The Sea Change”.
