Welcome to Issue 3. The New Year has well and truly arrived, bringing with it a bunch of changes here at Scape HQ. All of them are good. Promise! In 2012, we’ll continue publishing four or five amazing YA... Read More »
Each issue we’ll feature poetry that captures both the YA voice and elements of the fantastic. Ken Liu is our first featured poet, with the dark and evocative ‘Seven Haikus from Ye Xian’ and ‘Mother, I Always Knew It... Read More »
Issue 3 features two striking poems from Ken Liu. Scape Poetry Editor Emma Osborne chats to Ken about his writing process and the inspiration behind his work. What inspired you to write about Ye Xian? While there are... Read More »
Linh Cinder is the best mechanic in New Bejing. She’s so good that even though she is a cyborg– allowed no legal rights and feared and hated by the general population– she still makes a decent income for... Read More »
Readers and commentators might think that contemporary young adult fiction is nothing but formulaic romantic fantasies involving supernatural beings of one type or another in steamy scenes to stir young hearts and hormones. Read More »
Welcome to Issue 3. The New Year has well and truly arrived, bringing with it a bunch of changes here at Scape HQ. All of them are good. Promise! In 2012, we’ll continue publishing four or five amazing YA... Read More »
Each issue we’ll feature poetry that captures both the YA voice and elements of the fantastic. Ken Liu is our first featured poet, with the dark and evocative ‘Seven Haikus from Ye Xian’ and ‘Mother, I Always Knew It... Read More »
Issue 3 features two striking poems from Ken Liu. Scape Poetry Editor Emma Osborne chats to Ken about his writing process and the inspiration behind his work. What inspired you to write about Ye Xian? While there are... Read More »
Linh Cinder is the best mechanic in New Bejing. She’s so good that even though she is a cyborg– allowed no legal rights and feared and hated by the general population– she still makes a decent income for... Read More »
Dylan paused atop a pile of rubble and stared toward the colored corrugated roofs of the barrio. He wondered if his parents had left a place like this behind in United Korea. They never spoke of those years and... Read More »
I know what he sees — a scrawny girl with no boobs and a shriveled grey cord that sticks through a hole in the middle of my dress and curves over to my mother and up between her legs... Read More »
All was well until one day an unexpected visitor arrived. The courtiers gaped as I served him tea in a garden pavilion. I didn’t blame them. My guest’s scuffed leather jacket and fitted canvas trousers were a sharp contrast... Read More »
The two men returned the following night. Mortimer rose to the top of the tank and looked down on them again. They’d come at the same time—when things were slow. They brought the same peculiar presence with them—the quietness... Read More »
It’s been a long time coming, but Scape Issue 2 is finally here. I don’t want to make this post entirely about me, but I do feel I owe readers and contributors an explanation. So, let’s just say that... Read More »
The birds here seem upset. In the taxi from the airport I saw lots of bright-colored little flags and some chickens and lots of ravens. One of the ravens tried to tell me something but Mom was watching me... Read More »