The hand I had dipped in the river was drying. It itched. I rubbed the web between my thumb and forefinger, the scar there. Tomorrow, if all went well, if Ruth would help me one last time, a tadpole-sized implant would be placed under the scar. And I would become someone else. Again. Only this time I hoped it would be permanent. Next time I dipped my hand in the river it would be as someone … More
Welcome to your weekly round-up of what’s been happening over at the SF Gateway, our sister site devoted to classic science fiction.
This week’s spotlights are . . .
Author of the Week is the wonderful Nicola Griffith, winner of the Nebula, Tiptree and World Fantasy Awards among many others.