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The Owls of Juttshatan
The Owls of Juttshatan
The Owls of Juttshatan
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She is a child of peace, raised among  maps and dreams and the shadow of her mother the war hero. But as she grows, she accelerates toward her true nature: a weapon. No dreams of quiet and remoteness can shield her from this simple truth—all weapons are made for war.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherPrime Books
Release dateJan 12, 2018
ISBN9781607015277
The Owls of Juttshatan
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Benjanun Sriduangkaew

Benjanun Sriduangkaew writes fantasy mythic and contemporary, science fiction space operatic and military, and has a strong appreciation for beautiful bugs. Her short fiction can be found in Tor.com, Clarkesworld, Beneath Ceaseless Skies, Solaris Rising 3, various Mammoth Books and best of the year collections.She is a finalist for the Campbell Award for Best New Writer.

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    The Owls of Juttshatan

    Benjanun Sriduangkaew

    Copyright © 2018 by Benjanun Sriduangkaew.

    Cover art by breakermaximus.

    ISBN: 978-1-60701-527-7

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    In memory of those who would make maps as an end to itself.

    The Owls of Juttshatan

    For as long as Talyaruk remembers, she has always been told that her mother died at war. This fact is given to her each morning, regular as breakfast. It is given to her again before bed, regular as prayer. By itself dying at war is not unique—casualties are as mundane as sediment, the memorials as dense as mass graves. What distinguished her mother’s death was that it ended the fighting and secured the peace.

    Despite this heroism, no one would tell her what her mother was like. As a child she would search the sky in case she can make out the dead in the plumes of borealis and acid rain, but the weather never obliges. Father says that her mother came from very far away, a dead blue star torqued by warship corpses, where one’s shadow glistens like an oil-slicked knife. Nothing like here, he’d say. You are a child of peace and prosperity.

    When asked whether theirs was a great romance, her father would be silent. On what her mother looked like, he would say only that Talyaruk resembles her very much, an aspect of her inheritance in which she takes pride. It soothes away the truth that she doesn’t resemble anyone else, from her umber skin to her keen nose, the way her jaw juts.

    Her mother does not appear in the memorials.

    To Talyaruk, the nature of the conflict is as slippery as an eel. She understands that there is a war which has claimed entire systems, left scores of planets cinderous. How the war started, or what its end goal is, eludes Talyaruk. But one certainty is that her world of slow-moving seas

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