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In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Anaea Lay presents Teresa P. Mira de Echeverría's "Terpsichore," read by David Bowles. You can read the full text of the story, and more about Teresa, here.

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A Mexican-American author and translator from deep South Texas, David Bowles teaches literature at the University of Texas Río Grande Valley. Recipient of awards from the American Library Association, the Texas Institute of Letters, and the Texas Associated Press, Bowles is the author of several books, most notably the Pura Belpré Honor Book The Smoking Mirror. His work has appeared in Translation Review, Rattle, Strange Horizons, Apex, Eye to the Telescope, and Stupefying Stories, among others.
Teresa P. Mira de Echeverría, born in Buenos Aires, holds a doctorate in philosophy. She has published articles and stories in Axxón, Super Sonic, Cuásar, Ficción Científica, miNatura, Próxima, and NM, as well as the anthologies Terra Nova, Alucinadas, Antología Steampunk, Buenos Aires Próxima, and Psychopomp II. She has also published books including Memory, translated by Lawrence Schimel, Diez variaciones sobre el amor, a collection of stories, and Lusus Naturae. (Her blogs: teresamira.blogspot.com.ar and diezvariaciones.blogspot.com.ar)
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