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Issue 2 Editorial

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 »

All Things are Full of Gods

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 »
16 October 2011 | Issue 2 | | 3 Comments   

Blue Locks

Some day, I’m going to go to college. Shawn says it’s not worth the money anymore – his student loans are the reason he started as a smuggler – but I don’t care. I just want to sit someplace... Read More »
16 October 2011 | Issue 2 | | 2 Comments   

The Dictionary’s Apprentice

Johnny-J touched the third ruined book cover, smearing the soot over the rifle.  “It sorta looks like one of the Lessonkeepers’ guns.” “I suppose,” Friedrick said, “although this one was never used to shoot a dissenter.” “What’s a dis-center?”... Read More »
16 October 2011 | Issue 2 | | 1 Comment   

Where the Plains Merge with the Sky

Roban’s gaze roamed the kitchen, and rested on Eleven. I shook my head without meeting his eyes. No, I hadn’t bonded. I would never feel comfortable with a grey shadow at my heels, no matter how much our custom... Read More »
16 October 2011 | Issue 2 | | 5 Comments   

Letters from the Monster Show

Ever since you first told me about the Monster Show, you’d told me about how people like to ignore it, to dismiss it, how they refused to see past the surface of it. How it was just a show... Read More »
13 September 2011 | Issue 2 | | 3 Comments   

Issue 1 Editorial

Ten years ago, a little film about a bespectacled orphan and a boarding school for magic hit cinemas.  After that, in train stations, cafes, libraries and lounge rooms the world over, books by J.K. Rowling could be found in... Read More »

Buried Treasure

Thalia dropped to her knees and dug away the sand around the turtle’s head.  Its black eyes stared up at her from beyond gently angled eyelids.  She could feel the weight of history in its gaze.  She imagined it’d... Read More »
02 April 2011 | Issue 1 | |    

City One

In some quarters they are liked, in others merely tolerated, in others still it is said they carry magic and as such each bears a price on their head. But liked or feared or hunted, in every Quarter they... Read More »

The Flower

The truth was, Daniel was darned impressed by the flower. He was four years too young to be a novice Guildsman but his father was in the business, so he got to go outside the dome more than most... Read More »

The Terrarium

Sam ducked down the dead-end passage that ran between two of the makeshift classrooms where it was dark and he could be alone. He retched up the fear with his hands cupped tight over his mouth; he hadn’t lost... Read More »
30 March 2011 | Issue 1 | , , |    

Take Apart Their Nightmares

They’d always be back. Weeks could slip by between visits, months on those odd years when the magic was never quite right, but they’d always be back. Sarah didn’t know what her father thought he could do to stop... Read More »