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Some authors, even when dedicated overall to the art of unsettling their readers, pull their punches when it comes to horror stories about children. Not so J. Ashley-Smith, whose debut collection The Measure of Sorrow is full of parents and children lost in a world of darkness, grasping for meaning and connection, and often using…

You might think, based on the cover (a giant robot) and promotional materials (“Giant robots stomp around” begins Tamsyn Muir’s blurb), that Emma Mieko Candon’s The Archive Undying is a novel for people who like giant robots. You’d be wrong. It’s a novel for people who like being confused. This might sound like an insult,…

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First off, massive congrats on your Bram Stoker and Shirley Jackson Award nominations! How have you found the experience of your work gaining this kind of attention and acclaim? Thank you so much! My friend George was just asking me about this and it’s very, very surreal. I didn’t anticipate this. I had high hopes,…

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Bituin was not a tiyanak, but in their far-flung wooded corner of the Philippines, she grew up always feeling like one.  It didn’t help that her mother loved to joke about it. “My cute little hellspawn,” she used to lull her to sleep.  As she grew older, Bituin realized it was just her mother making…

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Only the lost found the city at the caravan’s end. The poorest of the salt miners crept through its streets, dragging their pickaxes behind them with work-roughened hands and faces kept oddly young by the restorative properties of their saline surroundings. Camel drivers led their burdened beasts through arid courtyards dotted with date palms, looking…

As the little bear ate berries from his cupped and open palms, the shadow watched his paralytic venom take and peeled the cub alive. The shadow had been cast from a convoy of refugees fleeing the cold: a trail of rickety carriages and tents dragged across the rotten moor by sclerotic chimaera, too old now…