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Apex Magazine: Issue 17

Apex Magazine: Issue 17

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Apex Magazine: Issue 17

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Oct 3, 2010


This month we bring the following great content...

"Still Life (A Sexagesimal Fairy Tale)" by Ian Tregillis
“The Girl Who Had Six Fingers” by Brenda Stokes Barron
"Citizen Komarova Finds Love" by Ekaterina Sedia

"Love's Ecology" by Rose Lemberg
"Anything So Utterly Destroyed" by Elizabeth McClellan

Oct 3, 2010

Über den Autor

Catherynne M. Valente is an acclaimed, New York Times bestselling creator of over forty works of fantasy and science fiction, including the Fairyland novels and The Glass Town Game. She has been nominated for the Nebula and World Fantasy awards, and has won the Tiptree, Hugo, and Andre Norton award. She lives on a small island off the coast of Maine with her partner, young son, and a shockingly large cat with most excellent tufts.

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Apex Magazine

Issue 17

October, 2010

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Still Life (A Sexagesimal Fairy Tale) Copyright 2010 by Ian Tregillis

The Girl Who Had Six Fingers Copyright 2010 by Brenda Stokes

Citizen Komarova Finds Love Copyright 2009 by Ekaterina Sedia (First published in EXOTIC GOTHIC 3, Ed. Danel Olson, Ash-Tree Press)

Love’s Ecology Copyright 2010 by Rose Lemberg

Anything So Utterly Destroyed Copyright 2010 by Elizabeth McClellan

Publisher—Jason Sizemore

Fiction Editor—Catherynne M. Valente

Senior Editor—Gill Ainsworth

Submissions Editors—Zakarya Anwar, Ferrett Steinmetz, Martel Sardina, Mari Adkins, George Galuschak, Patrick S. Tomlinson

Cover designed by Justin Stewart

Cover art by Mitenkov Maxim

ISSN: 2157-1406

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Submission Guidelines are listed at the end of this issue.



Still Life (A Sexagesimal Fairy Tale)

By Ian Tregillis

The Girl Who Had Six Fingers

By Brenda Stokes Barron

Citizen Komarova Finds Love

By Ekaterina Sedia


Love’s Ecology

By Rose Lemberg

Anything So Utterly Destroyed

By Elizabeth McClellan

Submission Guidelines

Still Life (A Sexagesimal Fairy Tale)

By Ian Tregillis

Every evening was a fin de siècle in the great sprawling castle-city of Nycthemeron. But, of course, to say it was evening meant no more than to say it was morning, or midnight, or yesterday, or six days hence, or nineteen years ago. For it was every inch a timeless place, from the fig trees high in the Palazzo’s Spire-top cloud gardens all the way down to the sinuous river Gnomon encircling the city.

Nycthemeron had tumbled from the calendar. It had slipped into the chasm between tick and tock, to land in its own instantaneous eternity. And so its residents occupied their endless moment with pageants and festivals and reveled in century-long masques, filled forever with decadent delights. They picnicked in the botanical gardens, made love in scented boudoirs, danced through their eternal twilight. And they disregarded the fog that shrouded their city with soft grey light.

As for time? Time was content to leave them there. It felt no pity, no compassion, for the people stuck in that endless now. This wasn’t because time was cold, or cruel, or heartless. But it had no concern for that glistening place, no interest in the people who existed there.

Except one. Her name was Tink.

And it was said (among the people who said such things) that if you sought something truly special for your sweetheart, or if you yearned for that rarest of experiences—something novel, something new—you could find it at Tink’s shop in the Briardowns. For Tink was something quite peculiar: she was a clockmaker.

Indeed, so great were her talents that normally staid and proper clock hands fluttered with delight at her approach. Time reveled in her horological handiwork. If it had to be measured, quantified, divvied up and parceled out, it would do so only on a timepiece of Tink’s design.

How could this be? She was a clockwork girl, they said. And indeed, if you were to stand near Tink, to wait for a quiet moment and then bend your ear in her direction, you might just hear the phantom tickticktickticktickticktick serenading every moment of her life. Who but a clockwork girl would make such a noise, they said. And others would nod, and agree, and consider the matter settled.

But they were wrong. Tink was a flesh and blood woman, as real as anybody who danced on the battlements or made love in the gardens. She was no mere clockwork.

Tink was the object of time’s affection. It attended her so closely, revered and adored her so completely, that it couldn’t bear to part from her, even for an instant. But time’s devotion carried a price. Tink aged.

She was, in short, a living clock. Her body was the truest timepiece Nycthemeron could ever know; her thumping heart, the metronome of the world.

But the perfectly powdered and carefully coifed lovelies who visited her shop knew nothing of this. They made their way to the Briardowns, in the shadow of an ancient aqueduct, seeking the lane where hung a

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