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Blasphemy
Fatima Bhutto
The tourists are gone. They’ve fled to Islamabad, along with the landlords and the hoteliers and the battalions of police that used to defend them, and certainty has left with them.
The Alphabet of Birds
S.J. Naudé
‘She is standing there, her body like a lamp, waiting for the glass to break.’
Books and Roses
Helen Oyeyemi
‘A golden chain was fastened around her neck, and on that chain was a key.’
Ghosts
Brian Hart
‘The road pleasantly gained and lost elevation, flood gauges in dry washes and scraggy hilltops, corners that begged for two wheels not four.’
The Blood Drip
Brian Evenson
‘They had stumbled upon a town and tried to approach it, but had been driven off with stones.’
The Argentine Episcopate
Bernard Quiriny
‘I started working for the Bishop of San Julián in 1939, not long after the death of my husband.’
Relic Light
Eric Gamalinda
‘Unconfirmed stories that have been retold so often they acquire the polish of truth, like the rosary beads people here carry in their pockets and pull out whenever the need for reassurance arises.’
The Husband Stitch
Carmen Maria Machado
‘I have heard all of the stories about girls like me, and I am unafraid to make more of them.’
Zoraida
Tanya Rey
‘Desire was a slapping, bone-chilling wind the likes of which did not exist this close to the equator.’
