{"id":5791,"date":"2018-09-04T13:21:37","date_gmt":"2018-09-04T13:21:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sfmagazines.com\/?p=5791"},"modified":"2018-09-04T13:50:45","modified_gmt":"2018-09-04T13:50:45","slug":"beneath-ceaseless-skies-250-253-26th-april-7th-june-2018","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sfmagazines.com\/?p=5791","title":{"rendered":"Beneath Ceaseless Skies #250-253, 26th April-7th June 2018"},"content":{"rendered":"

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ISFDB links: #250<\/a>, #251<\/a>, #252<\/a>, #253<\/a><\/p>\n

Other Reviews:
\nGreg Hullender\u00a0and Eric Wong, Rocket Stack Rank<\/em>\u00a0#250-251<\/a>, #252-253<\/a>
\nRichard Horton, Locus<\/em>\u00a0#250<\/a>
\nCharles Payseur, Quick Sip Reviews<\/em>\u00a0#250<\/a>, #250<\/a>, #251<\/a>, #252<\/a>, #253<\/a>
\nJason McGregor, Featured Futures<\/em>\u00a0#250<\/a>, #251<\/a>, #252<\/a>, #253<\/a>
\nChuck Rothman, Rebecca DeVendra (2), Stephanie Wexler, Tangent Online<\/em>\u00a0#250<\/a>, #251<\/a>, #252<\/a>, #253<\/a>
\nVarious, Goodreads<\/em>\u00a0#250<\/a>, #251<\/a>, #252<\/a>, #253<\/a><\/p>\n

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Editor-in-Chief, Scott H. Andrews<\/p>\n

Fiction:
\n#250
\nThe Thought That Counts<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 novelette by Tom Holt [as by K. J. Parker] \u2217\u2217\u2217<\/strong>
\nAn Account of the Madness of the Magistrate, Chengdhu Village<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by Richard Parks \u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>
\nSilence in Blue Glass<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 novelette by Margaret Ronald \u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>
\nAngry Kings<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 novelette by Bonnie Jo Stufflebeam \u2217<\/strong><\/p>\n

#251
\nThe Examination Cloth<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by Jonathan Edelstein \u2217<\/strong>
\nThe Root Cellar<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by Maria Haskins \u2217<\/strong><\/p>\n

#252
\nThe Wild Ride of the Untamed Stars<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by A. J. Fitzwater \u2217<\/strong>
\nThe Ghostpotion Games<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by Christian K. Martinez \u2217<\/strong><\/p>\n

#253
\nA Tale of Woe<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 novelette by P. Dj\u00e8l\u00ed Clark \u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>
\nThe Weaver and the Snake<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by Blaine Vitallo \u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong><\/p>\n

Non-fiction:
\n#251
\nSubscription Drive<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 editorial
\nAll
\nLegendary Passage<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 cover by Jereme Peabody<\/p>\n

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As these four issues use variants of the same cover I\u2019ve combined them together into a single review.
\n<\/em><\/strong>There is a short editorial note (the first I\u2019ve ever seen) at the start of #250 that promotes a Subscription Drive<\/em><\/strong>:<\/p>\n

From now until May 11, buy a BCS<\/em> ebook subscription or renew your existing subscription and you\u2019ll help unlock our drive goals. BCS<\/em> has a very high word-count limit for submissions, 14,000 words\u2014a stretch goal unlocked by you, our subscribers, in our Subscription Drive last year. With your help, we\u2019ll raise it even higher this year. At 50 new\/renewing subscribers, we\u2019ll raise it to 15,000 words. At 100 new\/renewing subscribers, we\u2019ll raise it to 16,000; at 200, we\u2019ll raise it to 18,000; at 250, we\u2019ll raise it to 20,000 words!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

I hope they get their 250 subscribers: apart from the fact that this publication deserves support, one of the magazine\u2019s shortcomings is its tendency to publish fragmentary or inconclusive work. This is less of a problem at longer lengths. That said, judging by the quality of the line and copy editing in some of the following stories, they should perhaps use any extra money on that.<\/p>\n

Issue #250 is also slightly different in that it is a \u201cspecial double issue\u201d and so has four stories. The first of these is The Thought That Counts<\/em><\/strong> by Tom Holt, which is about a not entirely agreeable mage who is on the run. We first meet him in a coach where he is talking to\u00a0a seemingly na\u00efve young woman who is going to town to become a portrait painter:<\/p>\n

\u201c…wanted me to marry Logo the tanner. He\u2019s got a beautiful home, she said, and you soon get used to the smell. Mother, I said, I don\u2019t want to get used to the smell. I don\u2019t ever want to be the sort of person who doesn\u2019t notice the stink of sheep\u2019s brains. She just looked at me. That\u2019s when I knew I had to leave.\u201d
\nI decided I didn\u2019t like her mother. Priorities all wrong. Egging her on to marry defenceless tanners when she should have been teaching her not to talk to strange men in stagecoaches. Which raises the incidental question; am I a strange man? I guess, on balance, yes. Decide for yourself.\u00a0 p. 3<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Months pass, and he next sees her in court, accused of causing the deaths of several people whose portrait she has painted. Among the mage\u2019s many skills is his knowledge of legal matters, so he impulsively volunteers to defend her, and she is later acquitted.
\nThe story then flashbacks to the narrator\u2019s student days and the struggles he had coming to terms with his poor academic performance. At one point he stands on a bridge wondering whether to jump when a woman artist who he has seen around the university starts talking to him. He later poses for her, and eventually falls in love, for a while at least.
\nThese two strands cleverly dovetail at the end, where our slightly unpleasant narrator gets his comeuppance. The story is expertly and engagingly told, but the talent at work here masks, I think, a slightly unlikely plot. Still, it is an entertaining piece.
\nAn Account of the Madness of the Magistrate, Chengdhu Village<\/em><\/strong> by Richard Parks opens with Mistress Jing and Mei Li, a snake devil in human form, practicing their magic when they are interrupted by the arrival of Jing\u2019s father. He has been sent by the province Governor to assist the local magistrate, but the latter appears insane:<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u201cHe seems a perfectly healthy young man and insists that he is perfectly fine and doesn\u2019t understand what the Governor was talking about. Then he poured a glass of wine over his head and ordered his Chief Eunuch to perform and characterize the Eight Tenets of Kong Fuzi as a peasant work song. The man failed, probably because he didn\u2019t know any peasant work songs.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat happened then?\u201d Mei Li asked.
\nFather sighed. \u201cThe magistrate ordered the eunuch to think about what he had done and then sent him to his room. For the eunuch\u2019s sake I hope the Magistrate doesn\u2019t expect a report on his conclusions in the morning.\u201d\u00a0 p. 47-48<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Jing and Mei Li sneak across the rooftops that evening to observe the governor, and when they see him crying they suspect a fox spirit is involved. The next day the father takes the pair to entertain the man, and examine him further. Mei Li concludes he may be not be possessed by a fox spirit but is\u00a0actually a fox in human form (a problematical situation which will require them to kill him).
\nThey are later invited (spoiler) to a meeting with the fox\/magistrate, which they suspect is an ambush, but discover the fox actually wants to die. Being in human form is driving him insane, but he cannot revert to his normal form as he is under a compulsion placed upon him by the man who he replaced, a friend of his who wanted recognition but died prematurely.
\nThe three arrange a funeral to lay the friend\u2019s ghost to rest, and arrange a cover story for the fox\u2019s later disappearance.
\nA pleasant Chinese fantasy.
\nSilence in Blue Glass<\/em><\/strong> by Margaret Ronald gets off to an intriguing start with the narrator, an injured veteran of a magical war, receiving an invitation to a dinner party from his semi-estranged brother. At the latter\u2019s house he meets a number of guests: Georgina and her brother Quinn, who run a\u00a0mining business, a kobold called Mieni, who the narrator knows (to the surprise of his brother), and, finally, another couple, Jeremiah and his young wife Anastasia.
\nThroughout the dinner party various things become clear: this is a business meeting to see how Georgina\u2019s family and Mieki\u2019s people can co-operate in a mining enterprise; Jeremiah and Georgina are old lovers (and flirt throughout the party); and there are also mentions of \u201cepisodes\u201d the narrator has that cause him to bleed smoke. During the meal itself Mieni brings out a cobalt blue globe which magically produces various forms of silence, between people, in a certain direction, etc.
\nEventually they all retire.
\nThis section is entertaining\u00a0enough but, after an interesting start, the story begins to drag, something that is brought into even starker relief when Georgina (spoiler) is found dead the next morning. Mieni takes charge, performs a brief investigation (the blue globe of silence was used to cover the sounds of the crime), and soon announces who the culprit is (all this in about half the wordage used to describe the dinner party). This is all rather perfunctory, and I didn\u2019t find the culprit\u2019s motivation credible. The story has some good world-building and characterisation, though.
\nNoted in passing: there is a printing error in the PDF version of this issue\u2014after the end of this story, most of the previous tale\u00a0is repeated (p. 114 to p. 147).
\nAngry Kings<\/em><\/strong> by Bonnie Jo Stufflebeam is a fantasy about a woman who, having earlier left the cruel king who is her father, returns with his ghost and attempts to reunite it with his body. Most of the story is a flashback to the period between these two points in time.
\nThere is something about Stufflebeam\u2019s style that makes it hard to absorb: I don\u2019t know if I\u2019m just a lazy reader or whether she just produces occasionally muddled prose. Take this passage for example, about the woman\u2019s grandparents:<\/p>\n

Take the woman, my mother\u2019s mother, whose king brother loved her more than any brother should love his sister. When their daughter, my mother, came into this world, my grandfather told his kingdom that my mother was born from the leaf of a rose. As she grew, the kingdom compared my mother\u2019s beauty to a rose; she collected roses in her garden, wondering always which one of them was her father, as the king would never lie. He was beloved by all who served him, even the woman who sat each night silent by his side and watched the little girl as a hawk might watch the mouse it both envies and adores and loathes in the same death-swoop of its wings. My mother bloomed like an overnight rose, and when she went to dinner, her true father was so taken with her, he abandoned his place beside the woman who thought she loved him, having known no other love but his for the whole of her life.
\n\u201cShe is a treacherous witch,\u201d my grandmother whispered to her brother in his sleep, to see how it sounded across her tongue. But it hurt her to say so, and she snuck into her daughter\u2019s room and leaned over my mother\u2019s bed and cried across her sleeping form. The next day the king sent my mother into the woods, despite her mother his sister my grandmother\u2019s protestations, despite her insistence that the girl was theirs, not born from the leaf of a rose but born from her own body, even if they convinced themselves there was truth to their lies.\u00a0 p. 168-169<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Is that the simplest and most elegant way to convey that information?
\nThere is also this at the end of the first paragraph of this story: \u201cThe top of the palace\u2019s tallest turrets shine tipped in gild<\/u>.\u201d Is that last part supposed to be \u201care tipped with shiny gilt<\/em>\u201d? And later, after a soldier gets shown a transformation spell by a forest\u00a0witch in exchange for a kiss, he goes to win a princess\u2019s hand:<\/p>\n

With his puppy eyes, he won her heart, along with three wishes from the witch\u2019s magic matchbox, a prize the witch traded him for a job in the castle. The soldier used these wishes this matchbox to pay the king riches beyond imagining, though of course the king had so many riches already he barely noticed the extra gold in his stacks.\u00a0 p. 153<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

What? I assume, given the \u201cher mother his sister my grandmother\u201d part in the long passage above, the \u201cthese wishes this matchbox\u201d part is intentional but, even given that (strange) stylistic choice, the paragraph is still garbled (is that first sentence supposed to be \u201cWith his puppy eyes, he won her heart. Later, in exchange for a job in the castle, the witch gave him a magic matchbox with three wishes\u201d?) Am I the only reader of this story that had to periodically stop to try and decipher what the writer was trying to say? Whoever line edits at BCS (if there is anyone) doesn\u2019t do the contributors any favours.
\nApart from the jumbled writing, there may also be one or two inconsistencies in the story. (Or maybe I was being less than attentive. What can I say? I probably started skimming after several skirmishes with the prose.) One example: during the period when the king\u2019s daughter is with the witch I thought she lost her ability to perform a card spell, but then she uses it again at the end of the story.
\nParts of this are okay, but at the end (spoiler) the reunification scene between father and daughter resolves in such a way that you are left with a piece about the dysfunctional relationship between the two and not much else.<\/p>\n

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The Examination Cloth<\/em><\/strong> by Jonathan Edelstein involves a man called Ukeme undergoing a test that involves answering the questions posed by a tapestry woven by one of the egun-wives. One of the questions stumps him, and he cheats by using a spell learned from his mother (also a weaver) to divine the thoughts of the egun-wife who wove the tapestry. He almost immediately regrets his action, and the rest of the story details how he tries to first reverse and then deal with his cheating.
\nThis is pleasant enough as far as it goes but is even more fragmentary than usual for BCS<\/em>.
\nThe Root Cellar<\/em><\/strong> by Maria Haskins is a bizarre tale about a girl talking to her missing brother (or herself) about how she killed her grandmother. This latter event appears to have taken place after the girl herself was dismembered, but had later sewn (most of) herself back together.<\/p>\n

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The Wild Ride of the Untamed Stars<\/em><\/strong> by A. J. Fitzwater has a capybara (a dog-size rodent) and a marmot race stars for the hand of the rat-queen. If that doesn\u2019t work as a description then read this:<\/p>\n

Cinrak, calling upon all the practise she\u2019d done with the narwhals, bent low and kissed the mer-hair rope. How would it respond this high up? It was a being of the sea, not the air, pulling stars down with mer song to meet with their sibling celestials in the deep, not to tame them. She didn\u2019t want to force supplication. The stars had travelled too far, shone upon too much, for such brute force.
\n\u201cFly, darling star, fly!\u201d Cinrak yelled. She didn\u2019t kick at the star\u2019s sides like others would a beast mount. Stars were too precious for that.
\nThe star leapt ahead like a dolphin racing the Impolite Fortune<\/em>\u2019s bow. Cinrak almost tumbled off the back, only holding her perch by the sheer force of her thick thighs and quickly looped sailor\u2019s knot.\u00a0 p. 11<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Stylistically pleasant candy floss.
\nThe Ghostpotion Games<\/em><\/strong> by Christian K. Martinez is another story about a competition. In this one the narrator, Erina, has to create a ghost to run a maze:<\/p>\n

With tool in hand Erinia squeezed up little droplets of liquid and puffs of gas from the leatherwood case in front of her, ferrying them into her carpenter soul with flicks of her wrist and tiny squeezes of the dropper.
\nFirst abandon, paired with an anxious need to act. Next the desperate knowledge of something better just over the hill; a lavender breath of smoke, something she\u2019d bargained from a vampire tricked into daylight and cowering beneath a tree. Not hope; hope was malleable. She\u2019d hoped before, she was hoping now; held it clenched between her teeth like a blade of ice. It was a terrible thing.
\nHer last touch, [an] earnest melancholy, that sort of relentless tapping of apathy on the glass; threatening to sink in claws if one slowed long enough for it to grasp. She\u2019d tested them all together, twice. It\u2019d worked once; the time before…it\u2019d fallen apart.
\nShe mixed both into her beaker with a stick made from mother of pearl and breathed a sigh of relief as she left it spinning there, her ghostly mixture slowly eating it away. The scream in her bottle shifted as the stick dissolved until it was mallets made of pearl and wood thudding away, beating walls into shape, passing nails into planks. No more cutting, no more slicing.\u00a0 p. 21-22<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

The prize is a wish granted by the Nine Empresses. If I understood the ending correctly (spoiler), Erinia\u2019s wish is to start the competition again.
\nAgain, there is not much story but there is a lot of writing. And, again, I started to skim.<\/p>\n

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A Tale of Woe<\/em><\/strong> by P. Dj\u00e8l\u00ed Clark is another story that tripped me up at the start:<\/p>\n

Rana sat on the cracked granite steps of the prayer pools at the outskirts of the city of Aruth, listening as the old fisherman poured out his sorrow. It flowed from him like a breached dam, flooding the space between them with memories and regrets. She looked past his words, past the lines of grief etched on his worn face, and eyed the woe that clung to him\u2014enough to fill scrolls that amounted to a lifetime. One, larger than the rest, told of a son: a young man with a boy\u2019s face sent off to war, never to return. It wound thick tendrils about the fisherman\u2019s neck, choking away his life.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

At the \u201cOne\u201d sentence I wasn\u2019t sure if the writer was referring to the scrolls or something else; by the \u201cIt\u201d I had no idea what was going on. After unsuccessfully trying to decipher this waffle I moved on and discovered the narrator can \u201csee\u201d the woe or grief that surrounds people (and is able to physically remove it). I would suggest that, if you are presenting something unusual like this to the reader at the very beginning of your story, you make what is happening explicit, e.g.: \u201cRana sat on the cracked granite steps . . . poured out his sorrow. She saw his grief as thick grey tendrils winding around the man\u2019s neck; in one of them she saw the story of a son, etc.\u201d1<\/sup>
\nAs for the story, Rana is an acolyte of the Goddess of Sorrow and is in the city on a personal mission when she is kidnapped at the behest of one of the local noblewomen. Rana soon gets the better of her kidnappers (she can give people woe as well as remove it, and an excess of the former incapacitates them) and confronts the lady. Rana discovers the noblewoman is an acolyte of the Goddess of Sorrow and, after removing her woe, Rana gets papers that will admit her to the inner circle, and the Grand Benevolence, the ruler of the city.
\nWe then find (spoiler) that a rogue member of Rama\u2019s order has taken the Grand Benevolence\u2019s place (there are flashbacks to Rana\u2019s friend Lika throughout the story and, sure enough, we find she is the one who has replaced him).
\nThe story ends with a battle between them which is well enough done, but by that point I\u2019d somewhat lost interest due to the slow-moving start (it doesn\u2019t really get going until the kidnap). I suppose it is okay overall.
\nThe Weaver and the Snake<\/em><\/strong> by Blaine Vitallo is the best story in the issue, and one told in (other contributors please note) a lucid and readable prose style. The story tells of Reilitas, a woman who transforms animal parts into unique objects:<\/p>\n

Reilitas is an old woman. She will turn one-hundred-and-three on the third of next month. Ever since she was a younger and much thinner woman, she has crafted all manner of things from the corpses of beasts that the hunters bring her. She is called \u201cweaver,\u201d though her trade has little to do with weaving. The title is given to all who practice the ancient profession of changing the bodies of beasts into whatever wares the weaver herself, or the hunter, or a client desire.
\nFor decades Reilitas has been famous throughout the desert kingdom for seeing, in each foreign material she is brought, the multitude of new forms it could be made to take. She has changed the ribs of bloated beasts into harps; she has peeled thick hides from the cold bodies of fanged predators and treated them in acids until they are malleable; she has dipped in lacquer distilled from the leaves of hardy desert plants the crystalline eyeballs of monsters made of minerals to be marbles for the children to play with; she has directed the scarred muscular bone cutters as they whittle long sturdy jaws into saw-toothed blades. With the help of young women in flowing white gowns\u2014all of them novice weavers\u2014Reilitas has bound into thick cables the rubbery tentacles of ghoulish leviathans. She sells the goods she has made to merchants who carry them in caravans across the white sand desert that stretches beyond the horizon.
\nDecade after decade, she has performed this duty for the people of Adamondor, city of marble and alabaster: a thriving metropolis built atop a wide mesa overlooking the white sand desert.\u00a0 p. 44-45<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

The citizens of the city then feel\u00a0a distant earthquake, and later hear stories of a great snake that has appeared in the world. Initially these accounts are treated as little more than rumours, but it soon becomes apparent that they are not, and the bulk of the story tells of the cities the snake consumes and the refugees created. Later, even though Reilatas\u2019s city Adamondor is never attacked, civil society breaks down and gives way to lawlessness.
\nThe final section of the story turns the piece into a meditation on the legacy of artists and perhaps, more generally, what people leave behind when they die. This is an elegiac piece from a writer to watch.<\/p>\n

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The panoramic cover, Legendary Passage<\/em><\/strong> by Jereme Peabody, is a slightly bland landscape (a peril of this kind of illustration) but I liked looking at it nonetheless, and the statue of the woman on the right hand side of the arch provides some interesting detail.<\/p>\n

Overall this is a disappointing batch of issues, even given that three of these stories are what I would describe as \u2018good.\u2019 The first two of those are professionally competent rather than inspiring and, as for the others, they generally have the usual BCS<\/em> shortcomings: poor or non-existent structure and\/or muddled, ungrammatical prose.\u00a0 \u25cf<\/p>\n

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1. It\u2019s not just me that is picking up this line\/copy-edit stuff: Jason McGregor at Featured Futures<\/em> (its on the last link of the four of his above) says this:<\/p>\n

\u201cA Tale of Woe<\/em>\u201d [.\u00a0 . .] is rife with grammatical errors, typos, or at least non-optimal expressions (\u201can inhale of breath,\u201d \u201cbeggars and the infirmed,\u201d \u201csold for so cheap,\u201d \u201csowed\u201d (for \u201csewed\u201d), \u201cto kidnap she and her family,\u201d \u201c[p]ulling her scissor,\u201d \u201chad Elder Awan\u2019s voice not rang across her thoughts\u201d).\u00a0\u00a0\u25cf<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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