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    Child of Words Issue 3
    Child of Words Issue 3
    Child of Words Issue 3
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    Child of Words Issue 3

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    Child of Words is the new SF&F magazine from Big Pulp. Published three times annually, each issue contains a mix of science fiction and fantasy fiction and poetry.

    This issue features:
    "Skin Like Shining Armour" by Tom Conoboy
    "Affections Between Space" by James Boone Dryden
    "Mary Beth’s Prophecy" by Cathy C. Hall
    "Melancholy Dust" by Jason S. Ridler
    "Remedy Blue" by D.N. Drake
    "My Salieri Complex" by Marina Julia Neary

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBig Pulp
    Release dateJan 15, 2017
    ISBN9781370814084
    Child of Words Issue 3
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    Big Pulp

    Since 2008, Big Pulp has published the best in fantastic fiction from around the globe. We publish periodicals - including Big Pulp, Child of Words, M, and Thirst - and themed anthologies.

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      Child of Words Issue 3 - Big Pulp

      Child of Words

      Issue 3 August 2016

      BIG PULP PUBLICATIONS

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      Also by Bill Olver (editor)

      Way Out West (2015)

      Black Chaos II: More Tales of the Zombie (2015)

      Black Chaos: Tales of the Zombie (2014)

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      APESHIT (2013)

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      CONTENTS

      Skin Like Shining Armour by Tom Conoboy

      Affections Between Space by James Boone Dryden

      Mary Beth’s Prophecy by Cathy C. Hall

      Melancholy Dust by Jason S. Ridler

      Remedy Blue by D.N. Drake

      My Salieri Complex by Marina Julia Neary

      More Big Pulp Publications

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      Tom Conoboy has a Master’s degree in creative writing and a PhD on the fiction of Cormac McCarthy. He has been published in a variety of print and e-journals and anthologies and has recently completed his first novel.

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      SKIN LIKE SHINING ARMOUR

      When I woke up I was in sand dunes. Sand was in my mouth. Grass scratched at my eyes. The sun was white and burning. My body felt heavy, moulded into the sand like a body sunk into its coffin. I couldn’t open my eyes and I concentrated on sound, but all I could hear was wind on the sea and water lapping on the shore and grass rustling beside my head. I focused on that grass through slitted eyes, on its browned stem where it was anchored in sand, at the roughness of its texture, sharpness of its edges. It shook—it seemed to me dismissively. My throat was raw, tongue dry and thick. The sun was too hot. I felt sure I would be sick.

      When my eyes adjusted to the sunlight, and gravity loosened its grip enough to allow me to move, I got onto my hands and knees like a dog. I looked up and sniffed the air—the sea was that way, behind the largest dune. I crawled up it and lay flat, head above the horizon like a suicidal soldier, and looked at the sea, blue and creeping towards land as though seeking sanctuary. I could hear it and it sounded like a song, a windsong.

      I had water but no food. At first, I hated the hunger because it reminded me of my body when I was trying to live in my head, but I grew to like the sensation of my body eating itself, molecule by molecule. I deserved that. The first night was hard, so cold, so long but never truly dark. There were too many stars wasting their light. I didn’t think to make a fire. The second night I thought it, but didn’t know how. The third night I had fire, but I didn’t know where it came from. I sat and watched it till light. After a while it is possible to read fire. First impressions are of individual flames, jagged, unconnected, but then, in the darkest of the dark, your thoughts begin to slide together and so does

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