Travels with the Snow Queen / Kelly Link -- Scotch: an essay into a drink / Gavin J. Grant -- Unrecognizable / David Findlay -- Mehitobel was Queen of the Night / Ian McDowell -- Tan-Tan and Dry Bone / Nalo Hopkinson -- An open letter concerning sponsorship / Margaret Muirhead -- Lady Shonagon's hateful things / Margaret Muirhead -- Heartland / Karen Joy Fowler -- What a difference a night makes -- Pretending / Ray Vukcevich -- The film column: Don't look now / William Smith -- A is for apple: an easy reader / Amy Beth Forbes -- My father's ghost / Mark Rudolph -- What's sure to come / Jeffrey Ford -- Stoddy Awchaw / Geoffrey H. Goodwin -- The rapid advance of sorrow / Theodora Goss -- The wolf's story / Nan Fry -- Three letters from the Queen of Elfland / Sarah Monette -- Tacoma-Fuji / David Moles -- Bay / David Erik Nelson -- How to make a martini / Richard Butner -- Happier days / Jan Lars Jensen -- The fishie / Philip Raines and Harvey Welles -- Dear Aunt Gwenda, vol. 2 / Gwenda Bond -- The film column: Greaser's Palace / William Smith -- The ichthyomancer writes his friend with an account of the Yeti's birthday party / David J. Schwartz -- Serpents / Veronica Schanoes -- Homeland security / Gavin J. Grant -- For George Romero / David Blair -- Vincent Price / David Blair -- Music lessons / Douglas Lain -- Two stories / James Sallis -- Help wanted / Karen Russell -- "Eft" or "epic" / Sarah Micklem -- The red phone / John Kessel -- The well-dressed wolf: a comic / Lawrence Schimel and Sara Rojo -- The mushroom duchess / Deborah Roggie -- The pirate's true love / Seana Graham -- You could do this too -- The posthumous voyages of Christopher Columbus / Sunshine Ison -- And if they are not dead, they may be living still / Sunshine Ison -- This is the train the queen rides on / Becca De La Rosa -- Dear Aunt Gwenda: Republicans and Chihuahuas edition / Gwenda Bond -- Bright waters / John Brown -- How the Burkina Faso bicycle fell apart / K.E. Duffin -- Forwarding address / K.E. Duffin -- Sliding / D.M. Gordon -- You were neither hot nor cold, but lukewarm, and so I spit you out / Cara Spindler and David Erik Nelson.
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