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Apex Magazine: Issue 46
Apex Magazine: Issue 46
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Apex Magazine is a monthly science fiction, fantasy, and horror magazine featuring original, mind-bending short fiction from many of the top pros of the field. New issues are released on the first Tuesday of every month.

We are a 2012 Hugo Award nominee for Best Semiprozine!

Issue 46 features the following content:

Table of Contents
Fiction
"Death Comes Sideways to the Mall" by William Alexander
"Mermaid's Hook" by Liz Argall
"If You Were a Dinosaur, My Love" by Rachel Swirsky
"The Fairy Library" by Tim Pratt

Nonfiction
"Editorial: Blood on Vellum" by Lynne M. Thomas
"I Married a Fake Geek Girl; A Defense of Casual Fandom" by Kelly McCullough
"Interview with Tim Pratt" by Maggie Slater

Cover art by Ken Wong

Edited by multi-Hugo Award-winning editor Lynne M. Thomas.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateMar 5, 2013
ISBN9781301320967
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    Apex Magazine - Lynne M. Thomas

    APEX MAGAZINE

    ISSUE 46, March 2013

    EDITED BY LYNNE M. THOMAS

    Smashwords Edition

    Copyrights and Acknowledgments

    Blood on Vellum: Notes from the Editor–in–Chief Copyright © 2013 by Lynne M. Thomas

    Death Comes Sideways to the Mall Copyright © 2013 by William Alexander

    Mermaid’s Hook Copyright © 2013 by Liz Argall

    If You Were a Dinosaur, My Love Copyright © 2013 by Rachel Swirsky

    The Fairy Library Copyright © 2012 by Tim Pratt (Originally published in Antiquities and Tangibles, 2012)

    Interview with Tim Pratt Copyright © 2013 by Maggie Slater

    I Married A Fake Geek Girl; A Defense of Casual Fandom Copyright © 2013 by Kelly McCullough

    Publisher — Jason Sizemore

    Editor–in–Chief — Lynne M. Thomas

    Senior Editor — Gill Ainsworth

    Managing Editor — Michael Damian Thomas

    Slush Editors — Sigrid Ellis, Deanna Knippling, Kelly Lagor, Eileen Maksym, Michael Matheson, Maggie Slater, Fran Wilde, Jei D. Marcade

    Graphic Designer — Justin Stewart

    ISSN: 2157–1406

    Apex Publications

    PO Box 24323

    Lexington, KY 40524

    Please visit our website at http://www.apex–magazine.com.

    Each new issue of Apex Magazine is released the first Tuesday of the month. Single issues are available for $2.99. Subscriptions are available for twelve months and cost $19.95.

    About Our Cover Artist

    Ken Wong is a freelance artist and designer, hailing from Adelaide, Australia. His work spans from dark, surreal portraits of sad girls to quirky children’s book illustrations. He’s best known as the art director of video game Alice: Madness Returns and as the creator of Hackycat, for iPhone and iPad.

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    Table of Contents

    Editorial

    Blood on Vellum: Notes from the Editor–in–Chief

    Lynne M. Thomas

    Fiction

    Death Comes Sideways to the Mall

    William Alexander

    Mermaid’s Hook

    Liz Argall

    If You Were a Dinosaur, My Love

    Rachel Swirsky

    The Fairy Library

    Tim Pratt

    Nonfiction

    Interview with Tim Pratt

    Maggie Slater

    I Married A Fake Geek Girl; A Defense of Casual Fandom

    Kelly McCullough

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    Blood on Vellum: Notes from the Editor–in–Chief

    Welcome to issue 46 of Apex Magazine!

    We have some stellar fiction for you this month. This issue features Death Comes Sideways to the Mall, a piece by Will Alexander about a really bad shopping day. Liz Argall’s Mermaid’s Hook is a tale of longing at the seaside. Rachel Swirsky’s If You Were a Dinosaur, My Love takes confessional storytelling Paleolithic.

    Our reprint this month comes from Tim Pratt’s collection Antiquities and Tangibles. The Fairy Library is a tale of what is either the worst or best library job ever, depending upon your perspective and employment prospects.

    In nonfiction, Maggie Slater interviewed Tim about his story, as well as Antiquities and Tangibles. Kelly McCullough discusses his marriage to a fake geek girl, and the importance of being welcoming towards casual SF/F fans.

    Our spectacular cover this month is by Ken Wong.

    I hope that you enjoy this issue of Apex Magazine. Thank you especially to our subscribers, for your ongoing support!

    The nomination period for the Hugo Awards ends on March 10: http://www.lonestarcon3.org/hugo–awards/index.shtml. Apex Magazine is eligible in the Best Semiprozine category. Here is a list of 2012 stories from Apex that are available in the short story category: http://www.apex–magazine.com/hugo–and–nebula–eligible–work–from–apex–magazine/.

    Lynne M. Thomas

    Editor–in–Chief

    Death Comes Sideways to the Mall

    William Alexander

    If you drink a tea brewed from the plastic shavings of his credit cards, then his fortunes will fall and yours will rise — but beware the price. Zoe leaned forward and lowered her voice. There is always a price. In this case, the carcinogenic effects of scalded plastic will exact that price.

    Sure, sure, the client said. I’m already paying a lot for this, though. She looked older than she was — a consequence of terrible bangs and a high forehead. How do I get his credit cards without him noticing?

    That is up to you. Zoe glanced around to make sure they were not overheard. The semi–public nature of this conversation bothered them both, though Zoe was better at hiding it. If she could afford an actual storefront, they would be conducting business in relative privacy. Instead, they sat on stools beside Zoe’s kiosk, surrounded by the endless currents of mall traffic. A foldable wall of rice paper offered some visual shelter, but it wasn’t much, and she needed to keep her shelf of tchotchkes visible and enticing.

    Zoe sold runes of good fortune, beauty, and potency, all carved into bright and shiny things. She sold necklaces guaranteed to improve standardized test scores, and others that would grant sure footing to a daughter’s soccer team, and more for preventing airline delays. She preferred to peddle positive and upbeat sorts of charms — but hers was a business of moving sideways, and this inevitably circled around to a certain amount of vengeance, backstabbing, and stealth.

    She ran one hand through her hair. It had passed through every single dyeable color on its way to the resigned brown of frozen dirt in late November.

    I can provide a charm which might make him careless, and your own fingers more nimble, she whispered. But, in the end, your success will be yours. The risks will be yours. The rewards will be yours. This was pep talk, legal disclaimer, and invocation of the secret, wealth–making forces of the universe that clients never failed to believe in, as though both physics and the music of the spheres answered the strum of the Invisible Hand — and here, at the mall, they probably did.

    The client narrowed her eyes at the tchotchkes on display, clearly trying to make out the numbers on price tags. A cheapskate. She didn’t want to pay any more than she had already forked over for the session. Zoe re–calibrated her approach.

    You may have the luck charm. My gift. Wear it around your neck, tucked under your clothes — it needs the heat from your skin for it to work. The tea leaves will be ten dollars, and they will help make the plastic taste better.

    The client still grumbled over the cost of the tea, but she paid for it. Then she took the necklace charm — without thanks, as though entitled to the gift, as though it were even possible to be entitled to a gift — and went on her way.

    Zoe gave no visible sign of her relief that the session was done, that the client was gone, and that a fraction of kiosk rent was now safely paid for. She adjusted the placement of her chairs and waited for the next mall–walker in need of witchcraft.

    Several monks went by, each one holding a disposable coffee mug. They made an elaborate show of avoiding Zoe’s kiosk, and crossed both themselves and the air in her direction. She responded by pretending to give them the evil eye, while carefully avoiding the possibility of actually giving them the evil eye. This was all for show — or at least it was mostly for show. The act would drop after standard business hours. Monks were decent guys, who brewed decent beer. They kept to their monastery most of the time, tucked out of sight behind the movie theater, but they also ran a more public storefront for selling the beer, tankards, and indulgences on the fourth floor.

    Then Alexander showed up. He sat on the stool she reserved for actual clients. He looked like he always did: pale, thin, younger than he actually was, and probably suffering from a wasting illness and consuming obsessions. He reached for the amulets on display and took down both kesk and ma’sik. He had not yet bothered to say hello.

    This is beautiful work, he said, running his thumb over the carved letters. The compliment actually sounded genuine.

    Thank you, said Zoe. Put them back.

    Can I buy these? he asked.

    No. Not those two. You can’t afford them.

    Can I borrow them?

    No. Make your own.

    You know I can’t possibly do that. My skills are elsewhere.

    You don’t have any skills, she told him. You have talent, great heaping amounts of fumbling talent, but you have never paid attention to anything long enough to develop skill. Put the amulets back.

    Zoe and Alexander were not lovers, in case you were wondering. Anything

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