Solarpunk Creatures
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Science Fiction / Short Story Anthology
Release Date: January 16, 2024
Trade Paperback
ISBN-13: 978-1734054576
Anthology: Approx. 93,000 words / 320 pages
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Science Fiction / Short Story Anthology
Release Date: January 16, 2024
Trade Paperback
ISBN-13: 978-1734054576
Anthology: Approx. 93,000 words / 320 pages
Also available as an ebook
Find it Online:
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
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iTunes/Apple iBooks
Kobo
Wholesale: Ingram or direct: World Weaver Press.
DescriptionA newly sentient AI inhabits a Roomba to escape from their research office, and a robotic dog hunts for rain in a drought-ridden world. A murder of crows disrupts production on a solar farm, and a young woman communes with a telepathic fungal network to protect a forest. A suspicious cat follows bees across the rooftops of a solarpunk city, and a rabbit hitches a ride to the Grand Canyon to fulfil a prophecy. The path toward better futures is one we must walk alongside other creatures, negotiating the challenges of multispecies justice. Solarpunk Creatures introduces a whole new cast of more-than-human protagonists: organic and digital, alien and fantastic, tiny and boundlessly large.
Table of ContentsStories:
“Threadloom” by N. R. M. Roshak “Sonora’s Journey” by Kai Holmwood “The Colorful Crow Of Web-Of-Life Park” by Sandra Ulbrich Almazan “The Business Of Bees” by Andrew Knighton “Night Fowls” by Ana Sun “Water Cycle” by Lauren C. Teffeau “Microbia” by Center For Militant Futurology “Rabbits, Rivers, And Prickly Pears” by Justine Norton-Kertson “Hunting For Rain” by Lyndsey Croal “AI Dreams Of Real Sheep—More At 8” by Commando Jugendstil and Tales from the EV Studio “An Inconvenient Unicorn” by Geraldine Briony Hunt “Quorum Sensing” by Calliope Papas “Flyby” by Priya Sarukkai Chabria “Quarropts Can’t Dance” by Rodrigo Culagovski “Thank Geo” by BrightFlame “Our Minds Share A City” by Catherine Yeates “Hopdog” by Rimi B. Chatterjee “Solar Murder” by A.E. Marling “The Wetlands Versus The Mayor” by Jerri Jerreat “Leaf Whispers, Ocean Song” by Tashan Mehta Artwork: “Kelp Gardens” and “Stormwater Streams” by Yen Shu Liao “Orange Crested Grebe” by Pamina Stewart “Solar Powered” by Badlungs Art “Renaissance Pisces” by Irina Tall “Tunaakola” by ZiitaMdot “Moth City” and “Kombucha Atoll” by Yen Shu Liao Cover Art by Paul Summerfield ExcerptsExcerpt from "Solar Murder" by A.E. Marling
Swear to god this crow met my eye and cawed to make good and sure I was looking. She walked to a stone, picked it up with her beak, and flapped above a solar panel. I stood there with fists cold, guts clenched. Knew what I was about to see, still too shocked to do anything about it. The crow dropped the rock. It zinged off the top of the panel and slid down the slope of black cells. I fixated on a new divot in the glistening surface. Then the rock fell off the edge and into a garden plot with a plop. “Dammit! Bottom-feeding flying rat!” “Shutup! Shutup!” The crow startled me by talking back. I glanced around, but no, there were no other people. The crow had made those sounds. My skin prickled with gooseflesh. The crow walked over to the same rock. “Oh no you don’t!” But I was too late. She had already taken wing with the thing. This time she flew lower toward the panel. I covered my ears to block out the sound of rock striking space-age solar cells. It hit, and this time the stone didn’t slide off. It stuck up there like a bloated tick. The crow cawed in triumph. “That’s it. Just you wait.” I leapt on my bike and careened to my earthship. I rushed through first the warmth of the front greenhouse then the inner chambers’ coolness. The clay walls radiated a chill. Deep inside my home, under some flooring beside a water pump, I reached my safe. I unlocked it and took out Dad’s gun. I think shooting was the only thing he had liked about serving on the force. Anyway, he never gave up the Glock 22 to any of the buyback programs. He wanted his girl to protect herself, so we’d practiced plenty. “Don’t let anyone push you around,” he would say to me at a makeshift gun range. We had lined up empty cans of soup and olives. “Give as good as you get, or you’ll have nothing.” A few decades later and here I was, loading blanks into his old gun. Dad would’ve used live rounds. I returned to the solar farm as fast as I could. The murder was gone. They had left another stone. More Excerpts Coming Soon!
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Praise"A dazzling array of polyphonic voices building lives new, strange and infinitely wonderful. I strongly recommend inviting them all into your brain."
—Samit Basu, author of The Jinn-Bot of Shantiport |