In the belly of the behemoth, her hand arced loosely over the nerve bundle, the diver switches off her lamp, and two meters of murky green visibility drops instantly to perfect black. The touch of her hand against the rail is her only landmark. She deftly fixes her wetsuit's tether there, careful not to put too much pressure along the nerve, and then stretches her burning limbs out into the thick invisible surrounds. Unseen tendrils brush over her calf as she does so, briefly tickling over the tactile suit material. She leaves her light off, ignoring the sensation. The message she carries is for the anthropology outpost, still two days' swim away; her battery life is precious. Besides, it can only be some dead thing.
That's the start of June Oldfather's story "Into the Wreck"; you can read the rest in this week's issue, along with Carlene Kucharczyk's poem "Lady Agnes", a double helping of Kari Sperring (her latest column, plus a review of a book about Tolkien), and reviews by Ethan Robinson and Karen Munro later in the week.
Thanks to a little bit of schedule shuffling this month, we also have not one but two podcasts for you: so you can listen to Anaea Lay read "Into the Wreck", and to all of this month's poetry, presented by Ciro Faienza.
Enjoy! Next week we have a small AfroSF special for you to look forward to, plus our February ebook.
-- Niall