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Apex Magazine: Issue 24
Apex Magazine: Issue 24
Apex Magazine: Issue 24
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Apex Magazine: Issue 24

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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.

Our May issue is sure to delight as the stories happen to swing back toward dark SF. Jeremy R. Butler channels the adventure and dangers of deep space mining with his "Recipe Collecting in the Asteroid Belt." Annalee Newitz explores love and particle physics in "Twilight of the Eco-Terrorist."

Our classic reprint is Will Ludwigsen's chilling "In Search Of" where the answers to all your questions are better left unknown.

Apex presents two poetry selections this month. The first is "Black, Red, White" by Rachel Swirsky. The second is Elizabeth McClellan's "The Walking Man Goes Looking for the Sons of John: Six Cantos."

Finally, Monica Valentinelli gives fans and writers some important tips on how to enjoy the world of literary fan conventions with "Grab Your Badge. Ready, Set, Meet!"

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Release dateApr 30, 2011
ISBN9781458077639
Apex Magazine: Issue 24
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Catherynne M. Valente

Catherynne M. Valente is an acclaimed New York Times bestselling creator of over forty works of fantasy and science fiction, including the Fairyland novels and The Glass Town Game. She has been nominated for the Nebula and World Fantasy awards, and has won the Otherwise (formerly Tiptree), Hugo, and Andre Norton award. She lives on a small island off the coast of Maine with her partner, young son, and a shockingly large cat with most excellent tufts.

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    Apex Magazine - Catherynne M. Valente

    APEX MAGAZINE

    Issue 24

    May, 2011

    Smashwords Edition

    Copyright 2011 Apex Publications

    COPYRIGHTS & ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

    Twilight of the Eco-Terrorist Copyright 2011 by Annalee Newitz

    Recipe Collecting in the Asteroid Belt Copyright 2011 by Jeremy R. Butler

    In Search Of Copyright 2008 by Will Ludwigsen

    Black, Red, White Copyright 2011 by Rachel Swirsky

    The Walking Man Goes Looking for the Sons of John: Six Cantos Copyright 2011 by Elizabeth R. McClellan

    Grab Your Badge. Ready, Set, Meet! Copyright 2011 by Monica Valentinelli

    Publisher—Jason Sizemore

    Fiction Editor—Catherynne M. Valente

    Senior Editor—Gill Ainsworth

    Submission Editors—Zakarya Anwar, Ferrett Steinmetz, Martel Sardina, Chris Einhaus, Mari Adkins, George Galuschak, Deanna Knippling, Sarah Olson, Lillian Cohen-Moore, Patrick Tomlinson, Katherine Khorey

    Proofreader—Olga Zelenova

    Cover Artist—Melissa Gay

    Cover designed by Justin Stewart

    ISSN: 2157-1406

    Apex Publications

    PO Box 24323

    Lexington, KY 40524

    Please visit us at http://www.apexbookcompany.com/apex-online

    To subscribe visit http://www.apexbookcompany.com/apex-online/subscribe/

    Submission Guidelines are listed at the end of the issue.

    Table of Contents

    Twilight of the Eco-Terrorists

    Annalee Newitz

    Recipe Collecting in the Asteroid Belt

    Jeremy R. Butler

    Black, Red, White

    Rachel Swirsky

    The Walking Man Goes Looking for the Sons of John: Six Cantos

    Elizabeth R. McClellan

    Grab Your Badge. Ready, Set, Meet!

    Monica Valentinelli

    Submission Guidelines

    Twilight of the Eco-Terrorist

    by Annalee Newitz

    The first time I vaporized a car, it was because I was in love.

    I was seventeen, and Lawrence had eyes like chips of black glass. We'd parked behind the donut shop, between two trash bins that blocked my car's windows. I was on top of him when it happened, marveling at the way bones made a bas-relief map of his skin, willing every cell in my body to touch every cell in his. I bent down to kiss his lips but they weren't there. The air was in confusion; my body sank into his as if he had become honey, and then steam.

    We had trained ourselves in the silence of covert intimacy so thoroughly that I kept myself from screaming by reflex as Lawrence sublimated into thick vapor, our connection torn into its constituent molecules. And it didn't stop there. I was so deep in concentration that I kept sinking through solids gone muddy, the old Chevy station wagon vaporizing around my body, hood and windows curling into steam. I disintegrated my way through a layer of reeking blacktop before I came to a stop, hands and knees planted in the stabilizing dirt. A melted blob of tar oozed down my bare back. When I stood, it was at ground zero of a car bomb explosion: a hole bitten into the ground, surrounded by a few distorted engine parts.

    I walked home naked along one of those smog-shrouded highways that cut through even the most remote towns in Southern California. Every time I stumbled into the light-puddles of street lamps, I wondered if the police would catch me. But the early-morning streets were deserted. In the morning, I told my father that I'd totaled the car and didn't want to talk about it. Lawrence's picture was in the paper: Local Boy Missing. Nobody even questioned me. Why would they? Our relationship was a secret. Lawrence was terrified that people would discover us stretched out half-naked on the Chevy's carpet-covered cargo volume. We lived in a traditional-values town, and his family was churchy.

    A prejudice that had once seemed like superstition at that moment mutated in my mind, becoming something truthful and portentous.

    I went to college in a big city. Even five hundred miles away from my hometown, I was always just one thought away from the steaming hole where I'd deconstructed Lawrence. Somehow I had killed my boyfriend and melted my car, for reasons none of my materials science classes could explain. How could I make friends with my lab mates when I had done with my bare hands what they required lasers and liquid nitrogen to accomplish?

    All the student groups set up tables in the campus plaza at lunchtime, and I wore earbuds to ignore everything from the Korean Christian Fellowship to US Out Of Iraq. But

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