aescifi.ca

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AEscifi – Free science fiction from the frozen north

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Free science fiction from the frozen north

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science fiction, stories, Canadian

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3	copyright	Copyright (c)2004-2017 AEscifi.ca. All Rights Reserved.

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1	Science fiction	5
2	Stories	30
3	Canadian	2

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1	The stag
2	Always let your dragon fly first cla* fiction by wendy nikel emryr pinches the boarding pa* between her claws. her ruby nostrils flare, and a wisp of smoke—fortunately not large enough to set off any alarms—emerges from one of them. “economy? you promised this would be an adventure.” 4 comments
3	Sunstroke fiction by mark english we’d ripped the mess hall and all the barracks out of orbital to make our cathedral. we painted everything sky-blue, and mounted a megawatt halogen lamp at the apex. here we tremble, rock, cry, and imagine ourselves back on earth, blessed under the true light.
4	Lightning strikes fiction by matthew claxton spread her out on a dissection table, and you’d see the artifice, the strangeness. there’s always been as much of the eldritch as of the scientific in her kind, though her designers would never admit it in a peer-reviewed paper. her bones are carved from mammoth ivory, those white teeth from the opalized fossil jaws of prehistoric crocodiles. under that butter-smooth skin, she’s all strength and lurking danger.
5	Northern cross fiction by david baker there was no way to tell where it came from. sometimes the pillars descended from above; sometimes they rose from beneath the earth. they rarely stayed in one place for long. “ıt isn’t the one,” said joel.
6	Ae reviews luna: moon rising by ıan mcdonald
7	An exercise in telling: sylvain neuvel’s themis files
8	When his hydraulics failed and mighty casey did strike out: sports science fiction
9	ısland of misfit toys
10	What dungeons and dragons can teach us about storytelling
11	From one, many; from many, one
12	Memory and faded ınk
13	ı’m sorry ı couldn’t make ıt true
14	Ae reviews: the swarm by frank schatzing

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1	So ı won.

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2	Fiction by wendy nikel (2)
3	Fiction by mark english
4	Fiction by matthew claxton
5	Fiction by david baker
6	Reviews by kyle menken
7	Reviews by jonathan crowe
8	Editorial by j.j.s. boyce
9	Support ae
10	Fiction by c.r. beideman
11	Editorial by luc rinaldi
12	Fiction by matt moore
13	Fiction by b. morris allen
14	Reviews by paul jarvey

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1	AE: The Canadian Science Fiction Review
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2	Editor’s Choice Winners	text
3	Micro	text
4	Non Fiction	text
5	Essays & Editorial	text
6	On Writing	text
7	Letters from the Editors	text
8	Author Interviews	text
9	Book Reviews	text
10	The Cla***ics	text
11	Canadian Scifi	text
12	Shop	text
13	AEscifi	text
14	About	text
15	Our Mission	text
16	Donate	text
17	Write For Us	text
18	Login	text
19	The Stag So I won. Stag by Idris Ejaouhari	text
20	K.R. Horton	text
21	Wendy Nikel	text
22	Kyle Menken	text
23	Mark English	text
24	Matthew Claxton	text
25	Jonathan Crowe	text
26	J.J.S. Boyce	text
27	David Baker	text
28	is free science fiction from Canadian and under-represented voices. AE is made possible by our donors and volunteers. Read more about us.	text
29	Editorial: / Paul Jarvey / Helen Michaud / D.F. McCourt / Matt Moore / J.J.S. Boyce / Bree Main / Erin MacNab / Jonathan Crowe + special help from David Zhang, Dylan Freeman-Grist, and Matt Bin	text
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31	Always Let Your Dragon Fly First Cla* Fiction BY Wendy Nikel Emryr pinches the boarding pa* between her claws. Her ruby nostrils flare, and a wisp of smoke—fortunately not large enough to set off any alarms—emerges from one of them. “Economy? You promised this would be an adventure.” 4 Comments	text
32	Fiction BY Wendy Nikel Emryr pinches the boarding pa*** between her claws. Her ruby nostrils flare, and a wisp of smoke—fortunately not large enough to set off any alarms—emerges from one of them. “Economy? You promised this would be an adventure.” 4 Comments	text
33	Fiction	text
34	Wendy Nikel	text
35	Emryr pinches the boarding pa*** between her claws. Her ruby nostrils flare, and a wisp of smoke—fortunately not large enough to set off any alarms—emerges from one of them. “Economy? You promised this would be an adventure.”	text
36	4 Comments	text
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38	Sunstroke Fiction BY Mark English We’d ripped the Mess hall and all the barracks out of Orbital to make our Cathedral. We painted everything sky-blue, and mounted a Megawatt halogen lamp at the apex. Here we tremble, rock, cry, and imagine ourselves back on Earth, blessed under the true light.	text
39	Fiction BY Mark English We’d ripped the Mess hall and all the barracks out of Orbital to make our Cathedral. We painted everything sky-blue, and mounted a Megawatt halogen lamp at the apex. Here we tremble, rock, cry, and imagine ourselves back on Earth, blessed under the true light.	text
40	Fiction	text
41	Mark English	text
42	We’d ripped the Mess hall and all the barracks out of Orbital to make our Cathedral. We painted everything sky-blue, and mounted a Megawatt halogen lamp at the apex. Here we tremble, rock, cry, and imagine ourselves back on Earth, blessed under the true light.	text
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44	Lightning Strikes Fiction BY Matthew Claxton Spread her out on a dissection table, and you’d see the artifice, the strangeness. There’s always been as much of the eldritch as of the scientific in her kind, though her designers would never admit it in a peer-reviewed paper. Her bones are carved from mammoth ivory, those white teeth from the opalized fossil jaws of prehistoric crocodiles. Under that butter-smooth skin, she’s all strength and lurking danger.	text
45	Fiction BY Matthew Claxton Spread her out on a dissection table, and you’d see the artifice, the strangeness. There’s always been as much of the eldritch as of the scientific in her kind, though her designers would never admit it in a peer-reviewed paper. Her bones are carved from mammoth ivory, those white teeth from the opalized fossil jaws of prehistoric crocodiles. Under that butter-smooth skin, she’s all strength and lurking danger.	text
46	Fiction	text
47	Matthew Claxton	text
48	Spread her out on a dissection table, and you’d see the artifice, the strangeness. There’s always been as much of the eldritch as of the scientific in her kind, though her designers would never admit it in a peer-reviewed paper. Her bones are carved from mammoth ivory, those white teeth from the opalized fossil jaws of prehistoric crocodiles. Under that butter-smooth skin, she’s all strength and lurking danger.	text
49	-	empty
50	Northern Cross Fiction BY David Baker There was no way to tell where it came from. Sometimes the pillars descended from above; sometimes they rose from beneath the earth. They rarely stayed in one place for long. “It isn’t the one,” said Joel.	text