“Baby bunnies,” Steph says, “herald the apocalypse. Kendra, you know that, right?”
“Painful truth,” I reply, even as I luxuriate in the soft fur pressing against my arms. The heat is oppressive. Sweat soaks the back of my shirt, drips from the fine hairs at the nape of my neck. It’s dusk in southwest Arizona and Steph and I are far from home. Spring is supposed to mean daffodils and tender shoots of Chemlawned grass. Instead, the Arizona air pulls the moisture right from my lips—the dark reverse of a lover’s kiss.
“[a] very unusual well-told tale”
–Sam Tomaino, SFRevu
“This plainly-spoken post-apocalyptic equitopia holds many complex questions within it….The story is a sort of sanctuary from today’s ‘new reality’ and I leave it to you to find it from scratch, always the best way for besties and beasties alike.”
–Des Lewis, Dreamcatcher Real-Time Reviews
Interzone is Britain’s longest running science fiction and fantasy magazine.