Thoraiya Dyer is an Aurealis and Ditmar Award-winning Australian writer and veterinarian. She is the author of over fifty published short science fiction and fantasy stories. They have appeared in venues including Clarkesworld, Analog, Fantasy Magazine, Apex, Podcastle, Cosmos, Nature, anthology Bridging Infinity, and boutique collection Asymmetry. Thoraiya’s big fat fantasy novels in the Titan’s Forest Trilogy are published by Tor books. A member of SFWA, she is an avid hiker and arbalist inspired by wild spaces and the unknown universe.
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A plague flag flutters from the houseboat’s prow as it half-motors, half-drifts toward the dark side of the lake. Harald hastily pokes the last of his jellyfish breakfast into his mouth, chopsticks trembling. Always trepidation, first, followed by a deep sense of failure if things don’t go to plan. If he can actually help the […]
It’s not reaching my forever-height that frightens me. It’s the decisions I’ll have to make when I’m Tower. Did I stop growing at the right height? Is the timing right for the new generation? Am I doing what’s best for the family, or are we all going to die when the Kɜkaveə swarm up Greenhill […]
Hey, you! Yes, you. We need your help and we don’t have time to write a novel. This ain’t no Neverending Story. August 1st, 2066 To my beloved Eldest Daughter Alya, I carried you in my womb so that one day you could carry those others. You were made to carry them, as were your […]
My house is full of half mirrors. Mam tells the tale like it’s an amusing anecdote: that time she brought a fiddler home from the Anchor, and he wasn’t a man but a fomoiri, and all the mirrors from the wardrobe doors to the polarized sunglasses on the sideboard cracked neatly into perfect halves. At […]
Very few comprehensive texts have been produced on the wider topic of human strandings. Earthlings Ashore: A Field Guide For Shuttle Crashes (2nd ed.) by Icareg and Yrubsnoul, and the relevant section of the University of Yendys’ Sound Wave Communication In Breathers, Proceedings 335 are probably the most useful. Kelly shrank from the rotten-egg smell […]
The sound of something flailing in the soft sludge distracted me and my bare foot slipped on the thin, bowed branch. The branch cracked. I fell. As I plunged shoulder-deep into fetid sink-silt, I had time to think, I’m not fit to take Mother’s place, before the arboreal ant’s nest I’d been reaching for dropped […]
