Kij Johnson, “Names for Water,” Asimov’s, October/November. The monster gave a speech. * * *After a bit, she realized the pools of colour she’d been watching behind her closed eyes weren’t the remnants of a slow-to-fade dream It was cooler amongst the trees.
It was possible for katoi to give birth, these days … could an Other foster a child? Would he want to?Or he could have flesh-ridden a host … she would have kept the male parts just for that. It was the equivalent of graffiti artists at work. The man’s legs are bare and pale. “We are never alone,” DC told her, just before he left forever.
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