Fiction | Three Crows Magazine

“The Necromancer’s Garden” by Gerard Mullan

Still roses decayed on the vines. The garden’s green was deep and brittle, shrivelled to the desiccated stylus of lifeless

by Luke Frostick A tax collector’s life is a lonely one, but Ume-Hana had rarely felt as empty as she

You ever seen lightning that color, Phil? Doesn’t look right, does it? Watch the trees over the ridge there. You’ll

“Here we go,” Dr.Hirsh murmured as her submersible, the Trident, slipped below Panthalassa’s waves. The dropship that delivered them from

First contact with an alien civilization was precisely the way many science fiction writers and scientists had imagined it for

Повітря в скафандрі мало присмак гуми. Це було нестрашно — майже напевно відомо, що атмосфера на Уре придатна для дихання.

English translation by Maksym Bakalov The air in the space suit tasted of rubber. It wasn’t a big deal —

Because the world shattered, water and shadow coalesced into Ehte, who became aware again for the first time since