Revisiting Isaac Asimov’s Foundation Trilogy

by Alex Drozd

Originally serialized in Astounding Magazine during the 1940s, Isaac Asimov’s Foundation series is one of his most widely known works. Yet, many of the people I’ve come across have never heard of Foundation. Instead, they are familiar with his robot stories. Perhaps the … [continue]

Lazlo and Laroux

by Karen Ovér

“No more coal for the boiler—it’s all gone! No more oil for the burner—it’s all gone! Dragons charged up in the sun—come get one! You’ll get hiss hiss hisssss STEAM HEAT!” I’d waited so many years to turn on a television again. When there were hundreds of channels blaring day and night, I never watched. Now we have only one channel. You’d think people would get bored with it, but they watch just to see my commercial. To see the dragons dance. Who knew? But I gotta tell you, when they spread their wings and claws, it gives you a whole new appreciation of jazz hands. The first time I saw Laroux and the Leaping Lizards perform Cell Block Tango, I wept for joy. When it became clear the fossil fuels were about to run out, I was one of the elite who shut themselves up in think tanks to survive the social ruin we knew would come. While the masses went about beneath the smog-blackened skies, blissfully unaware of the doom awaiting them, we stockpiled … [continue]

Red Vet

by Patrick S. Baker

1947, Los Angeles, California, USA Mickey Holloway felt the tap of the nightstick on his shoulder before he caught sight of the two cops out of the corner of his eye. “Let’s see it, red vet,” the older cop growled. “See what?” Mickey said in a calm, even voice. “Come on, red vet,” the younger cop piped in as he tapped Mickey’s red skull and cross-bones armband with his nightstick. “You know what’s up.” Mickey sighed and slowly pulled out his wallet. Then equally slowly extracted the two cards he was required by the Veteran’s Control Act of 1945 to have at all times. He handed them to the younger officer. A small crowd gathered around Mickey and the cops to watch the show. The younger cop looked at the cards carefully. One was Mickey’s veteran’s identity card; laminated with a snapshot of the veteran in one corner, a line by line description of his combat service (Peleliu and Iwo Jima), his ranking as a Class-Four, Extreme Threat, combat veteran, all done in red lettering … [continue]

Coming Home

by David Whitaker

“Houston, we have a problem.” A phrase so infamous, so ingrained in people’s minds, that it was practically impossible to utter anything else when something went wrong up in the unforgiving black. NASA hated it, for a number of reasons. First and foremost, obviously, because it meant something had gone wrong and they were about to have a hell of a time on their hands attempting to deal with it. Second, the fact that it was so well-known, so trivialised, so inherently ‘Hollywood’, meant that it had a tendency to make everything after it sound somewhat less serious than it actually was. Finally, pedantically, they hated it because it was ... [continue]

Cast Not a Shadow

by Mary-Jean Harris

In the darkness, the Buddha is a light. Cast not a shadow, and align your soul with what is right. Such was the verse inscribed above the entrance to the Chamber of Light, hidden a mile within the Kitala Mountains. Alaria knew that those words were a fleck of eternity, cast upon the ever-changing canvas of the world. Yet the verse was not just a remote, noble truth, but a command. Although the gilded bronze in which it was written was like garish face-paint over the enduring stone, it helped train Alaria’s mind on her task as she followed the four monks into the chamber. The thin brown cloak over her naked body provided little warmth in the … [continue]



Fact & Opinion

  • As a Christian writer of SF and fantasy, I have spent a great deal of time thinking about what makes most works of “Christian F and SF” so bad. It’s no news to anyone that most of what is called “Christian” art is very subpar by the standards of professional ... [continue]