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The Longest Road in the Universe

Forthcoming from Triskele Media Press on October 31, 2016

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Three broken people; a monk bearing a terrible scar, a warrior facing a terrible sorrow, a woman hiding a terrible past face a relentless army so hard to defeat it might as well be invincible. Genetically-altered residents of a volcanic desert struggle to preserve their intangible culture as nanomachines transform the world around them. A population of slaves engineered to love its masters comes to grips with their sudden absence, while one man travels to the center of the galaxy to find out where they have gone. Supermassive black holes at the end of the universe contemplate the cacophony before and the quiet ahead; mourning, eulogizing, and creating something altogether new. These and other stories await you in The Longest Road in the Universe: A Collection of Fantastical Tales by Washington Science Fiction Association Small Press Award shortlisted and Pushcart Prize nominated author C.S. MacCath.

The Stories

  1. Black the Wound, Bright the Scar (C is for Change)
    • Pushcart Nominated
  2. The Daemons of Tairdean Town
  3. Casting Sin
  4. Akhila, Divided
    • Received Honorable Mention in The Year's Best Science Fiction: Twenty-Sixth Annual Collection, edited by Gardner Dozois
  5. For Want of an Ash Fall (N is for Nanomachine)
    • Shortlisted for the Washington Science Fiction Association Small Press Award
    • Nominated for the Pushcart Prize
  6. Sing the Crumbling City
  7. The Longest Road in the Universe
  8. Grandmother Mælkevejen's Belly
  9. T Is for Three (At the End of All Things)

Advance Praise for The Longest Road in the Universe:

"Beautifully written, elegant and elegiac, based on a genuine originality of thought."
--Liz Williams, author of The Detective Inspector Chen Novels

"T is for Three (at the End of All Things)"

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Before the ancient stars coalesced into brightness, in the vault of the foregoing universe, there were sorrows too great for any being to bear, and the greatest of these was the sorrow of ending. Not the end of a day, with its sundown promise of another sunrise, and not the end of a life, while memories of the dead remain and there is hope in some hearts for the soul's journey onward. No, this sorrow was vast, cold and complete, and it spanned the void of space among the last rough fragments of matter strewn in terminus.

Three supermassive black holes at the end of the universe contemplate the cacophony before and the quiet ahead; mourning, eulogizing, and perhaps creating something altogether new. Now available in the C is for Chimera anthology.

“T” by C.S. MacCath is a symphony of words, a glorious creation story that draws on physics and light and life. - Stephanie A. Cain

...an elegant elegy, blending scientific theories of the beginning and ending of universes with the more immediate concerns of living things. - Jennifer Crow

"Casting Sin"

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Hedea looked down the ribbon of road that led from the center of town to the edge. It was brown and dusty; she longed to sweep it like a kitchen floor. But where would she pile the dirt when she was done? Would she sweep it to the left, up over the bending tulips and into the bread-white foyer of the baker’s shop? Would she sweep it to the right, under the bellies of horses and into the forge? Her hands twitched with the memory of simple tasks; wringing, smoothing, sweeping, and her hair blew like dandelion seeds away from her wrinkled face and stooped shoulders. She straightened those shoulders around an ancient knot in the center of her back and waited for her neighbors to spill out onto the spring-green lip of the road, their hands wrapped around basket-handles and the fists of small children. She wept then, more for the little ones than for herself. They shouldn’t have to see this so early in life.

A woman scapegoated by her community runs a magical gauntlet which ends in either freedom or death. Will she make it to the edge of town and into the waiting arms of those who walked the gauntlet before her? Find out in "Casting Sin."

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I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.

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