At Readercon, I read a short bit of Black Feather at the group Interfictions reading. The podcast of my teaser (Catherynne M. Valente’s “A Dirge for Prester John” ) is now available thanks to fellow interstitial writer Michael J DeLuca. Go download!
Also, The Seventh Reflection is now online, in full, under a Creative Commons license.
Clia stood before the large, oval mirror in her room and stared at the reflection. Bone-straight hair–long, shiny and black–a heart-shaped face, perfect button nose, sensual mouth, and wide green eyes. The skin held no blemish and no imperfection–not too dark, but not too light. An elegant neck; firm, round breasts; smooth, flat stomach; curvy hips; long, muscular legs tapering toward the floor and ending at the bottom of the mirror.
“Yes, this is what I want,” Clia said. Her mouth moved. The reflection’s did not.
Are you ready to gather what I need?
“Yes. It’ll take a few days, though.”
I have nothing but time. The reflection shimmered away, replaced by an image of what Clia looked like in every other mirror.
She did not often look at mirrors.
Read the rest here.