Sunspot Jungle, Vol. 1

Maurice Broaddus, Charlie Jane Anders, Malka Older, Saladin Ahmed, William Alexander, Victor Lavalle, Silvia Moreno-Garcia, Jeffrey Ford, N.K. Jemisin

Description

In celebration of Rosarium's fifth anniversary, publisher Bill Campbell has collected a two-volume collection of over 100 science fiction, fantasy, and horror short stories from around the world. Like space and the future, Sunspot Jungle has no boundaries and celebrates the wide varieties and possibilities that this genre represents with some of the most notable names in the field.

Bill Campbell is the author of Sunshine Patriots, My Booty Novel,Pop Culture: Politics, Puns, "Poohbutt" from a Liberal Stay-at-Home Dad and Koontown Killing Kaper. Along with Edward Austin Hall, he co-edited the groundbreaking anthology, Mothership: Tales from Afrofuturism and Beyond. Campbell lives in Washington, DC, where he spends his time with his family, helps produce audiobooks for the blind, and helms Rosarium Publishing.

Introduction - Bill Campbell  

Walking Awake - N.K. Jemisin  

The Black Box - Malka Older  

A Song Transmuted - Sarah Pinsker  

Water - Ramez Naam  

Underworld 101 - Mame Bougouma Diene  

The Faithful Soldier, Prompted - Saladin Ahmed  

Beautiful Curse - Kristine Ong Muslim  

Real Boys - Clara Kumagai  

Born Out of Frost - Mélanie Fazi 

The Coffin-Maker’s Daughter - Angela Slatter  

I Make People Do Bad Things - Chesya Burke  

Blood Drive - Jeffrey Ford  

Six Things We Found During the Autopsy - Kuzhali Manickavel  

Please Feed Motion - Irenosen Okojie  

Madeleine - Amal El-Mohtar 

Notes from Liminal Spaces - Hiromi Goto  

Medusa - Christopher Brown  

A Universal Elegy - Tang Fei  

Lalibela - Gabriel Teodros  

The Copper Scarab - K. Tempest Bradford  

The Arrangement of Their Parts - Shweta Narayan  

The Applause of Others - Corinne Duyvis  

Lacrimosa - Silvia Moreno-Garcia 

Those Shadows Laugh - Geoff Ryman  

There Is Nothing to Bind Our Hearts Together - Sabrina Huang  

Douen Calling - Brandon Mc Ivor  

Spectral Evidence - Victor LaValle  

A Model Apartment - Bryan Thao Worra  

Water in the Rice Fields Up to My Knees - Johary Ravaloson  

The Spooky Japanese Girl is There for You - Juan Martinez 

The Executioner - Jennifer Marie Brissett  

Girl, I Love You - Nadia Bulkin  

The Castaway - Sergio Gaut vel Hartman  

A Good Home - Karin Lowachee  

How to Piss Off a Failed Super Soldier - John Chu 

Super Duper Fly - Maurice Broaddus  

Rabbits - Csilla Kleinheincz  

A Different Mistake - Eve Shi  

Lost Bonds - Margrét Helgadóttir  

The Bones Shine through with Light - Joyce Chng  

Ana’s Tag - William Alexander  

Flush - Francesco Verso  

No Kissing the Dolls Unless Jimi Hendrix is Playing - Clifton Gachagua  

A Pinch of Salt - Hal Duncan  

Escape to Hell - Iheoma Nwachukwu  

The Lady and the Poet - Walter Tierno  

Salvation - Claudia De Bella  

How to Remember to Forget to Remember the Old War - Rose Lemberg  

Bottled-Up Messages - Basma Abdel Aziz  

Acception - Tessa Kum  

The Day It All Ended - Charlie Jane Anders 

Sujets

• Musulmán
• Musulman
• Islam
• Science-fiction
• Fantasy
• Fiction
• Hurlements 2
• Horror
• Speculative fiction
• Fantasy (canción de Mariah Carey)
• Science Fiction
• Collections
• Anthologies

Informations

• Publié par: Rosarium Publishing
• Date de parution: 10 décembre 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781495627224
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

Extrait

Other Anthologies from Rosarium Publishing
APB: Artists against Police Brutality
Edited by Bill Campbell, Jason Rodriguez, and John Jennings
Future Fiction: New Dimensions in International Science Fiction
Edited by Bill Campbell and Francesco Verso
Mothership: Tales from Afrofuturism and Beyond
Edited by Bill Campbell and Edward Austin Hall
The SEA Is Ours: Tales of Steampunk Southeast Asia
Edited by Jaymee Goh and Joyce Chng
Stories for Chip: A Tribute to Samuel R. Delany
Edited by Nisi Shawl and Bill Campbell
Cover art and design by John Jennings
SUNSPOT JUNGLE: THE EVER EXPANDING UNIVERSE OF FANTASY AND SCIENCE FICTION, VOL. 1.
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Table of Contents
I NTRODUCTION Bill Campbell
W ALKING A WAKE N.K. Jemisin
Illustration by Nettrice Gaskins
T HE B LACK B OX Malka Older
A S ONG T RANSMUTED Sarah Pinsker
W ATER Ramez Naam
U NDERWORLD 101 Mame Bougouma Diene
T HE F AITHFUL S OLDIER , P ROMPTED Saladin Ahmed
Illustration by Razwan Ul-Haq
B EAUTIFUL C URSE Kristine Ong Muslim
R EAL B OYS Clara Kumagai
Illustration by Stephani Soejono
B ORN O UT OF F ROST M lanie Fazi
T HE C OFFIN- M AKER S D AUGHTER Angela Slatter
I M AKE P EOPLE D O B AD T HINGS Chesya Burke
Illustration by John Jennings
B LOOD D RIVE Jeffrey Ford
S IX T HINGS W E F OUND D URING THE A UTOPSY Kuzhali Manickavel
P LEASE F EED M OTION Irenosen Okojie
M ADELEINE Amal El-Mohtar
N OTES FROM L IMINAL S PACES Hiromi Goto
M EDUSA Christopher Brown
A U NIVERSAL E LEGY Tang Fei
L ALIBELA Gabriel Teodros
T HE C OPPER S CARAB K. Tempest Bradford
Illustration by Takeia Marie
T HE A RRANGEMENT OF T HEIR P ARTS Shweta Narayan
T HE A PPLAUSE OF O THERS Corinne Duyvis
Illustration by Aim e de Jongh
L ACRIMOSA Silvia Moreno-Garcia
Illustration by Liz Mayorga
T HOSE S HADOWS L AUGH Geoff Ryman
T HERE I S N OTHING TO B IND O UR H EARTS T OGETHER Sabrina Huang
D OUEN C ALLING Brandon Mc Ivor
S PECTRAL E VIDENCE Victor LaValle
A M ODEL A PARTMENT Bryan Thao Worra
Illustration by Vincent Sammy
W ATER IN THE R ICE F IELDS U P TO M Y K NEES Johary Ravaloson
Illustration by Avy Jetter
T HE S POOKY J APANESE G IRL IS T HERE FOR Y OU Juan Martinez
T HE E XECUTIONER Jennifer Marie Brissett
G IRL , I L OVE Y OU Nadia Bulkin
T HE C ASTAWAY Sergio Gaut vel Hartman
Illustration by Louis Netter
A G OOD H OME Karin Lowachee
H OW TO P ISS O FF A F AILED S UPER S OLDIER John Chu
Illustration by Rafael Desquitado, Jr.
S UPER D UPER F LY Maurice Broaddus
R ABBITS Csilla Kleinheincz
A D IFFERENT M ISTAKE Eve Shi
L OST B ONDS Margr t Helgad ttir
Illustration by Mahendra Singh
T HE B ONES S HINE THROUGH WITH L IGHT Joyce Chng
A NA S T AG William Alexander
F LUSH Francesco Verso
N O K ISSING THE D OLL U NLESS J IMI H ENDRIX IS P LAYING Clifton Gachagua
Illustration by Ezra Claytan Daniels
A P INCH OF S ALT Hal Duncan
E SCAPE TO H ELL Iheoma Nwachukwu
T HE L ADY AND THE P OET Walter Tierno
Illustration by Lars Krantz
S ALVATION Claudia De Bella
H OW TO R EMEMBER TO F ORGET TO R EMEMBER THE O LD W AR Rose Lemberg
B OTTLED -U P M ESSAGES Basma Abdel Aziz
A CCEPTION Tessa Kum
T HE D AY I T A LL E NDED Charlie Jane Anders
A CKNOWLEDGMENTS AND P ERMISSIONS
A BOUT THE E DITOR
A BOUT THE A UTHORS
for Ange
Introduction
I wanted to throw a party. On June 17, 2018, Rosarium Publishing turned five years old. Beginnings are hard. Most small businesses never make it to five years. We ve been exceedingly fortunate, so why not celebrate?
Of course, it hasn t been all luck. There has been loads of hard work put in by all those involved with Rosarium, and most importantly, we have had a lot of support from people like you.
Ever since our first Indiegogo campaign for Mothership: Tales from Afrofuturism and Beyond , we have had incredible amounts of support from the SFF community. Fans and writers made that and subsequent projects possible throughout the years. Professional critics and readers have received our works enthusiastically. Other small publishers (special shout-outs to Gavin Grant, Jacob Weisman, John Edward Lawson, and Neil Clarke) have been incredibly generous with their advice and support from the very beginning. I am eternally grateful for all of it.
It was in these twin spirits of gratitude and celebration that Sunspot Jungle was born. I simply wanted to give back to the community that has given this crazy idea that is Rosarium so much.
So, thank you, everybody who have supported us over the years. Thanks to all the writers and artists and small publishers the world round who helped me put it all together. And my biggest thanks go out to all the hardworking translators out there who work diligently to bring all the world s fantastic literature to the world itself. You are all amazing!
So, please, everyone, sit back, relax, and enjoy my little, two-volume, 1000-page SFF mixtape. There are a lot of beautiful stories floating around this tiny world of ours. Sunspot Jungle is but a small sample. I don t know if there s ever been a better time to be a fan of the genre, and the future promises to be one helluva ride. We at Rosarium can t wait to buckle up beside you and enjoy that ride together.
Bill Campbell
Publisher
Walking Awake
N.K. Jemisin
The Master who came for Enri was wearing a relatively young body. Sadie guessed it was maybe fifty years old. It was healthy and in good condition, still handsome. It could last twenty years more, easily.
Its owner noticed Sadie s stare and chuckled. I never let them get past fifty, the Master said. You ll understand when you get there.
Sadie quickly lowered her gaze. Of course, sir.
It turned the body s eyes to examine Enri, who sat very still in his cell. Enri knew, Sadie could see at once. She had never told him-she never told any of the children because she was their caregiver and there was nothing of care in the truth-but Enri had always been more intuitive than most.
She cleared her throat. Forgive me, sir, but it s best if we return to the transfer center. He ll have to be prepped-
Ah, yes, of course, the Master said. Sorry, I just wanted to look him over before my claim was processed. You never know when they re going to screw up the paperwork. It smiled.
Sadie nodded and stepped back, gesturing for the Master to precede her away from the cell. As they walked to the elevator they passed two of Sadie s assistant caregivers, who were distributing the day s feed to Fourteen Male. Sadie caught Caridad s eye and signed for them to go and fetch Enri. No ceremony. A ceremony at this point would be cruel.
Caridad noticed, twitched elaborately, got control of herself and nodded. Olivia, who was deaf, did not look up to catch Sadie s signing, but Caridad brushed her arm and repeated it. Olivia s face tightened in annoyance but then smoothed into a compliant mask. Both women headed for cell 47.
The children here all seem nicely fit, the Master commented as they stepped into the elevator. I got my last body from Southern. Skinny as rails there.
Exercise, sir. We provide a training regimen for those children who want it; most do. We also use a nutrient blend designed to encourage muscle growth.
Ah, yes. Do you think that new one will get above two meters?
He might, sir. I can check the breeder history-
No, no, never mind. I like surprises. It threw her a wink over one shoulder. When it faced forward again, Sadie found her eyes drawn to the crab-like form half-buried at the nape of the body s neck. Even as Sadie watched, one of its legs shifted just under the skin, loosening its grip on the tendons there.
She averted her eyes.
Caridad and Olivia came down shortly. Enri was between the two women, dressed in the ceremonial clothing: a plain low-necked shirt and pants, both dyed deep red. His eyes locked onto Sadie, despairing, betrayed, before he disappeared through the transfer room s door.
Lovely eyes, the Master remarked, handing her the completed claim forms. Can t wait to wear blue again.
Sadie led it into the transfer center. As they passed through the second gate, the airy echoes of the tower gave way to softer, closer acoustics. The center s receiving room had jewel-toned walls, hardwood floors, and luxuriant furniture upholstered in rich, tasteful brocades. Soft strains of music played over the speakers; incense burned in a censer on the mantle. Many Masters liked to test their new senses after a transfer.
This Master gave everything a perfunctory glance as it passed through. Off the receiving room was the transfer chamber itself: two long metal tables, a tile floor set with drains, elegant mirror-glass walls which were easy to wash and sterilize. Through the open doorway Sadie could see that Enri had already been strapped to the left table, facedown with arms outstretched. His head was buckled in place on the chin rest, but in the mirrored wall his eyes shifted to Sadie. There was nothing of anticipation in that gaze as there should have been. He knew to be afraid. Sadie looked away and bowed at the door as the Master passed.
The Master walked toward the right-hand table, removing its shirt and then paused as it noticed the room s door still open. It turned to her and lifted one of the body s eyebrows, plainly wanting privacy. Sadie swallowed, painfully aware of the passing seconds, o