Juliette Wade combined a trip to the Gouffre de Padirac with her academic background in linguistics and anthropology to create the world of Varin, a grand experiment in speculative ethnography. She lives the Bay Area of California with her husband and two children, who support and inspire her. Her fiction has appeared in Clarkesworld, Analog, and Fantasy & Science Fiction. She runs the Dive into Worldbuilding video series and workshop at www.patreon.com/JulietteWade.


Juliette Wade has the following works available at Clarkesworld:

The Persistence of Blood

FICTION by Juliette Wade in Issue 138 – March 2018

Beneath her squirming two year old, beneath her rustling gown, Selemei could feel herself bleeding. It had started an hour ago. A subtle trickle of guilt—and, like a trickle of falling dust at the border of the city-caverns, it warned that the way forward was dangerous. Selemei squeezed Pelli tighter. Her daughter squeaked protest, so […]

Sunwake, in the Lands of Teeth

FICTION by Juliette Wade in Issue 127 – April 2017

The scent of dying penetrates my sleep. I lift my head, sniff, turn ears to a sound of panting. Ar, no . . . the scent issues through the slots in my private door. Someone dies, at this moment, in my confronting room! I scramble to fours among my den room furs, stand to hind-toes, reach for the […]

Soul's Bargain

FICTION by Juliette Wade in Issue 94 – July 2014

A reading from the Book of Eyn the Wanderer: In those days there were many who admired Eyn for her divine beauty, no less than for her wildness, forgetting her fierce loyalty to her lover, Sirin the Luck-Bringer. One among these was a mortal, Ruver of Meluara, renowned for his strength and speed. As many […]

Suteta Mono de wa Nai||捨てたものではない||(Not Easily Thrown Away)

FICTION by Juliette Wade in Issue 90 – March 2014

‘Cram-school psycho’ was just a bully’s insult until I started hearing the voices. One of them sounds like a whistle, and the other like a rusty trumpet, and when I sit at my desk at midnight, slowly hitting my head against my schoolbooks, they discuss my future. “She’ll probably pass the exams on her own.” […]