Get your tacklebox packed, your pole ready, and your soul primed for adventure. FISHING WITH THE DEVIL and other fiendish tales collects stories new, and previously published, spanning the genres from Science Fiction to Urban Fantasy, from childhood terror to bizarre bathroom horrors, while always keeping the Devil himself close at hand.
The team who brought you the Aurora nominated Enigma Front: Burnt now presents you with twenty-two new stories of demon dentists and devilish wingmen, of psychic parasites and mad mathematicians. Hunters stalk the streets of Whitechapel and lurk in the hotels of Africa, and may – or may not – haunt a lonely road outside Saskatoon. First, Everything changed. Then, everything burned. Now, the monster rises!
In a world with an uncertain future, do you imagine for the best or for the worst case scenario? Twelve writers tackle extreme utopias and dystopias—and the grey areas in between—in Biketopia, the fourth volume of the Bikes in Space series of feminist science fiction stories about bicycling.
CAUTION: Don’t burn your fingers turning the pages of this action-packed volume!
14 Choice Cuts from Alberta’s best crime and genre writers, playing in their own backyard. Canadian crime at it’s best!
“nEvermore! Tales of Murder, Mystery and the Macabre” is an homage to the great American writer, the incomparable Edgar Allan Poe. This anthology consists of original tales that blend supernatural and mystery elements in unique re-imaginings of Edgar Allan Poe’s exquisite stories.
A fist pounded on my door. I ignored it. It pounded harder. “Sledge, open the door and get out here. The party is starting and you need to be sociable.”
I drove the hand sledge onto the percussion cap and danced back as it went off, launching the hammer straight into the air. It hung there for a second before dropping to the concrete with a heavy thud. “Six feet! You might as well quit now.“
The chalk danced across the blackboard with a staccato of clicks and squeaks. Each word was perfect and every character a tiny work of art. When the line was complete the teacher stepped back to examine her handiwork.
Gem rammed the letter opener through her notebook. It was open to the page she’d begun last night. A book with a single sentence.
‘Pyrrha spun, flipping her crimson mane so it swept weightlessly across her shoulder blades.’