“She put on a half–burnt skin. She weighed no more than a child, but children are heavy and it took them both a long time. The coyotes sang up the moon. “I suppose she can’t walk?”, “Not well,” said Grandma. Wow. She stank of urine and burning hair. At the dances, he leaned on the wall with his hands in his pockets and his eyes glittering. Top industry topics by social Engagement ... jackalope wives… “He taught me how to swear. Clumsy. The cigarettes he ignored. 17: The Deluge" by, "I Live With You" by Carol Emshwiller (2006), "Welcome to Your Authentic Indian Experience™" by Rebecca Roanhorse (2018), This page was last edited on 19 July 2020, at 15:04. The small sickle horns were hard weights in her hands. Join our mailing list to receive the latest news and updates from Apex Magazine. “Don’t worry,” she said. This is utterly fantastic and I love it to pieces. Favorite poems include Godmother and This Vote Is Legally Binding. Keyword opportunities breakdown 3.1 k Total 1.8 k. Keyword Gaps 892 . She was a horror. He understood about deserts.”, Grandma’s lips twisted. Maybe we smell alike, thought Grandma. She took it in her hands and stroked it. That’s “Spud and Cochise”, by Oliver LaFarge. “You’re supposed to. Thank you Ursula, as always. “Oh, you goddamn stupid fool. “And what do you call what you’re doing?”. Too late now. I really need the themes for my study. “Well,” said a voice behind Grandma’s right ear, “lookee what we have here.”, “Don’t see them out here often,” he said. He would slip away early, before the dance was ended, and never marked the eyes that followed him and wished that he would stay. And we shouldn’t always get what we think we want.”. When somebody called, she lay flat in the garden, down among the beans, and nobody saw her at all. [6] Strange Horizons noted that, by basing the story on "a piece of inauthentic kitsch", Vernon avoided issues of cultural appropriation. “It’ll do.” She laid the jackalope wife down in the shadow and laid her tools out on the stone. “It’s different when you got a choice,” said Grandma Harken. He himself had one thought and one thought only — to catch a jackalope wife. Pull 'em up. Better he’d bashed her head in with a rock than this.”. He dropped her down in front of the hearth and grabbed for his grandmother’s hands. I suppose we’ve done as much as humans can do, and now it’s up to somebody else.”, She went out into the garden and found the jackalope wife asleep under the stairs. “Now I see why you wanted one of the Patterned People.”, The Father of Rabbits shook his head. Deliciously mythopoetic. If it was loose I could fix it up, maybe, but I couldn’t get it off her now with a knife.” He took another drag on the cigarette. She knew that voice just fine. “I grabbed the skin — I mean — it was right there — she was watching — I thought she wanted me to have it —”. This is the bit where you get a choice. Grandma Harken sat back. Held my interest. “Oh no,” said Grandma. “He didn’t ask for a life.”, The Father of Rabbits grinned. Her first impulse was to slam the door and lock the sight away. [3] As well, an analysis at Io9 indicated that, if not for the Sad Puppies ballot-manipulation campaign, "Jackalope Wives" would have been a finalist for the 2015 Hugo Award for Best Short Story. Jynx. What did you do, you damned young fool? He set her down gently and picked up one of the cigarettes. I look forward to purchasing this when it appears in e-print! Winner of the Nebula and WSFA Short Fiction Awards. Saw this story recommended on io9 (I think), and mistook it for Ursula LeGuin at first, marking it to read later. He looked at her and the Father of Rabbits and the jackalope wife. by jackalope. Chibi Witch- October $1 Patreon only base. “Maybe I’m too old and stringy,” she said. The only person she didn’t hide from was Eva, Grandma’s daughter. by jackalope. You did that, with your goddamn pity. “Let me in, let me in, oh god, Grandma, you have to help me, it’s all gone wrong —”, Grandma took two steps back, while he half–dragged the jackalope into the house. Too many stones in your belly now.” He shook his head regretfully. Psychotic professional hunter Buck Corona III, who caught every mythical animal out there, believes that jackalopes are real and plans to catch one. “She understands well enough, I suppose.”. She has written a number of children’s books, short stories, and comics, and writes for adults under the name T. Kingfisher. Pretty and useless and charming when he set out to be. Loved it. It's Eerie's annual Jackalope festival. Down in the desert, the music played and the jackalope wives danced. Perhaps he thought she might understand him. Story: Jackalope is a dangerous animal with jack rabbit's body and an antelope's antlers! Now, it happened there was a young man in town who had a touch of magic on him. Halfway through the story you had me wishing for the ending I wanted, and was happier with the one I got. She left the crutch lying on the stones and stood up. So while we thankfully reopen our doors, we do so cautiously and judiciously. “Tell your mother to make up a poultice for your hands. A coyote watched them from up on the hillside. The ravens croaked a conversation to each other, from the branches of a palo verde tree, and whatever one said made the other one laugh. “What have you done?” she said. I look forward to reading Ms. Vernon’s other work! Apex Magazine is a genre zine that focuses on dark and spectacular science fiction, fantasy, and horror. “Suppose he sheds that skin right off her. Beautiful in every way. In the trees. The young men used to get together and whisper, saying they were gonna catch them a jackalope wife. by jackalope. “She doesn’t have to stay human, you know,” said the Father of Rabbits. They swung their hips and pranced and drank their fill of cactus–fruit wine. “It happens I might have a spare skin,” said the Father of Rabbits. An Analysis of Dialogue Tag Use by Marcus Vance Some writers will tell you that “said” is all you need—that your dialogue itself should answer any questions as to how the character speaks, and their tone. Her children scraped their tusks together and grunted. best of luck to ms. vernon, this story deserves all the recognition it can get. Then what? Then she sat down in the shadow herself and arranged her skirts. Eventually the girls learn better. Kelly Mousepad. “He thinks you’re mad at him,” said Eva mildly. We may limit the number of people we allow into our buildings if there is a sudden spike of visitors. It reads very much like a myth of some pre-industrial people. Stars: Bill Switzer, Daniel Clark, Deborah Odell, Lindy Booth. “He didn’t mean to do her harm.”, Grandma let out an explosive snort. No one can fix this, you stupid boy. “Why does she look like that?” whispered her grandson, huddled into his chair. Founded in 1976 by Darby McQuade, Jackalope has been in operation in New Mexico for nearly 45 years. Relax, child. “How long you going to wait?” asked the Father of Rabbits. There are two kinds of people; those who go over the wall, and those who stay behind. by jackalope. More likely he’d dithered and looked for a stick and didn’t want to grab for it with his bare hands. Husbands Watch Porn, Wives Despair—But Why? The jackalope wife’s eyes rolled back in her head, and she sagged down onto the stone. They were striped red and white and the pods came apart easily in her gnarled hands. A little magic is worse than none, for it draws the wrong sort of attention. Editors Note: This is the winning entry of our 2020 Holiday Horrors Flash Fiction Contest. You just get better and better. “He’s not a bad boy, you know,” said Eva, not looking at her mother. by jackalope. Mitchell and Stanley try to stop him. Because the skin is still connected to the creature, it causes her unbearable pain. She let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. Sure, maybe it isn't a perfect jackalope, but pretty similar. The jackalope wife looked at her with doe–dark eyes and didn’t move, and if she were a human, Grandma Harken would have itched to slap her. The javelina dropped their heads and ignored them as they left the wash behind. October $1 Patreon only base. She turned and looked at him. “Her feet weren’t made to stand up like that. Grandma Harkness is one of the best characters I have come across in a long time. Grandma cursed. He should have left well enough alone, and if he couldn’t do that, he should have finished what he started.” She scowled down at the beans. The air was cool and gray. They sat in silence at the top of the bluff. A jackalope is a cryptid from North American folklore. “Sweet Saint Anthony,” she muttered, “let him not have gotten some fool girl in a family way. All the stories have a common theme of the fae, folklore and magic, about things like wood cuttings coming to life, shape-shifters, birds acting unlike birds, and Jackalopes - half woman, half rabbit beings (the titular story, and Nebula award winner). Kindle $3.99 $ 3. His hair was silver gray as a rabbit’s fur. “She was waiting for me!” he said. Lucky daughter to miss out on the extremes. She treated the burns and they healed. He sank down in her chair, all his grace gone. On the threshold, he paused, and looked back. Well done! Don’t suppose you can fix her up?” It cost Grandma a lot of pride to say that, and the Father of Rabbits tipped his chin in acknowledgment. “What did you do to her?”, “Don’t look at that and tell me ‘Nothing!’ What in the name of our lord did you do to that girl?”, He stared down at his blistered hands. It was half–full, half–new, halfway between one thing and the other. “I found where he hid it after he died and I burned it myself. I have read Anasi Boys and I have read a little Sandman both by Neil Gaiman, Jackalope Wives puts me in mind of both. Votes: 8 His knuckles were raw and blistered. For the jackalope wives were shy of humans. “I’ve got no patience for riddle games, and in the end they always eat someone’s eyes. There ought to have been one, at least, smart enough to know that you didn’t put on a half–burnt rabbit skin. There couldn’t have been more than few scraps of fur left unburnt. At first, Grandma worried that the townspeople would see her, and lord knew what would happen then. “Pulled it out of a fire once — must have been forty years ago now. P.S. “It’s my life he’d be getting. Thank you. He picked up the cigarettes that the Patterned Man had left behind and offered one to Grandma. What marketing strategies does Abyssapexzine use? But when it’s over, you’ll be all the way something, even if it’s just all the way dead.”. In " Jackalope Wives," there's something so seductive about the dance of the skin-changers in the desert. But then it’s just the right thing and I’ll have to go read everything else. “He’s one of the Patterned People, and they only know the one way.”. Regardless, Wired points out that an ancient Persian geographic dictionary from the 1200s depicted a rabbit with a single, unicorn-esque spike on its head. Other young men eyed him with dislike. Jackalope Wives, by Ursula Vernon Jackalope Wives is the first pure fantasy story nominee for the Nebula that I have read this year. “Grandma —”, She ignored him and dropped to her knees. The moonbeams went shattering down to the ground and the jackalope wives took off their skins and danced. I so much want to see a collection of your short stories. Grandma Harken got up before dawn the next morning and went rummaging around the house. You should have let it burn. Jackalope Wives And Other Stories. by jackalope. You don’t have to do it. Grandma Harken stepped forward. “She was beautiful,” he said. Nebula Award winner, WSFA winner, World Fantasy Award finalist, Cóyotl Award winner, Welcome to Your Authentic Indian Experience™, A Witch’s Guide to Escape: A Practical Compendium of…, each thing i show you is a piece of my death, Sister Rosetta Tharpe and Memphis Minnie Sing the…, Bonus 2021 International Fantasists Issue, https://apex-magazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/apex07.mp3, https://www.unz.org/Pub/Forum-1936jan-00027, https://www.unz.org/Pub/Forum-1936jan-00054. You could go your whole life and see no more of them than the flash of a tail vanishing around the backside of a boulder. And even that might not knock some sense into him. Jackalope Wives. He’d waited through at least one scream — or no, that was unkind. The Mary Sue is pleased to present strange, beautiful new fiction from Apex Magazine each month. She looked up at them both with wide, uncomprehending eyes. The moon came up and the sun went down. Ursula Vernon’s story “Jackalope Wives” has picked up another award nomination! “You were a hell of a dancer,” said the Father of Rabbits. Or better yet, left her alone and never gone out in the desert at all.”. But if you can you might want to read this story first. The sun came up and the cicadas burnt the air with their wings. Jackalope Wives and Other Stories (Book) : Kingfisher, T. : Winner of the Nebula and WSFA Short Fiction Awards. He was so still that it made Grandma’s eyes water, and she had to look away. Damn, Ursula. The story is absolutely perfect! The sun went overhead and the level in the water bottle went down. Posted Jul 19, 2017 She screamed like a dying rabbit!”, “Of course it hurts her!” yelled Grandma. He scrambled to his feet and ran for the door. It's a little standard, featuring attractive nubile mythical beasties (the jackalope wives) and brooding young men ( Twilight ) and wise old grandmas (ubiquitous). You know.”, “I do indeed,” she said grimly. *THANK YOU. “Oh, well, you know.” He waved a hand. They were set too wide apart in a human face, with a cleft lip and long rabbit ears. Jackalope easily meets the 25% occupancy requirement even on our busiest day. “Never seen that before.” He lit a cigarette and blew the smoke into the air. Piddly little dead mouse might not be enough.”, “Ah, Maggie, Maggie…You’d have made a fine rabbit, once. The jackalope wife had tried, once, and the noises she’d made were so terrible that it had reduced them both to weeping. “I’ve seen you kill chickens. At least this one has a real ending, not like some other published stories that I wouldn’t pay 5 cents to read. They’d lay belly down at the edge of the bluff and look down on the fire and the dancing shapes — and they’d go away aching, for all the good it did them. The fur across her breasts and belly was singed. Either the hurts are petty little things and they get tired of whining or the hurt’s so deep and wide that they drown in it. The last stretch was cruelly hard, up the side of a bluff. I loved it. “He’ll kill you,” the old woman said. Her pulse went fast then slow. The jackalope wife stirred and stretched. She flung the door open and there was Eva’s son and there was a girl and for a moment her worst fears were realized. His grandmother used to tell him that it was a miracle he hadn’t been drowned as a child, and for her he’d laugh, but not for anyone else. Grandma Harken leaned over to the jackalope wife and smoothed one long ear back from her face. They’d maybe fix you up but we’d both be stuck in a tale past telling, and I’m too old for that. The desert chews its secrets right down to the bone.). But she screamed — she wasn’t supposed to scream — nobody said they screamed — and I thought she was dying, and I didn’t want to hurt her — I pulled it back out —”, He looked up at her with his feverish eyes, that useless, beautiful boy, and said “I didn’t want to hurt her. The word jackalope is a portmanteau of jackrabbit and antelope.Many jackalope taxidermy mounts, including the original, are made with deer antlers.. Immediately, he gets an instant message from Tenaj Jackalope, his Second Life wife, saying she'll be right there. We’re nearly there.”. Description. Linked @ favorite board. “Suppose we’ll find out,” said the Father of Rabbits, and nodded. Grandma Harken, who lived down past the well, said that the jackalopes were the daughters of the rain and driving them off would bring on the drought. As if it were a reason. Well, if you can find a place where they’ve been dancing, you might see something like sidewinder tracks in the dust, and more than that I cannot tell you. What an amazing story! And the fans rejected the attempt of a small minority to impose its ideology on the nominations via slate-voting. Sand and sky and shadow and stone. The hummingbird buzzed away. It went on like it had been made for her, like it was her own. Well done, as always. Optimization Opportunities 76 . Nine pages in all. Who would have thought he had so much ambition in him, to catch a jackalope wife? “She’s gotten good with the crutch,” said Eva. “Better for her, or better for you?” asked Eva, who was only a fool about her son and knew her mother well. The mouse he scooped up in two fingers and dropped into his mouth. by jackalope. If you haven’t read it, you must. “Jesus, Mary and Joseph! She and Eva sat on the porch together, shelling beans, while the jackalope wife limped around the garden. The smart ones heave themselves back to shore and the slower ones wake up married with a husband who lies around and suffers in their direction. Includes The Tomato Thief winner of 2017 Hugo Award - Best Novelette From award-winning author T. Kingfisher comes a collection of short stories, including Jackalope Wives, The Tomato Thief, Pocosin, and many others. Just one nitpick: Harkness vs. Harken. “You’re supposed to burn it. “Get out,” said Grandma wearily. She jerked her chin in the direction of the jackalope wife. “It’ll do.”. https://www.unz.org/Pub/Forum-1936jan – but the TOC is wrong: use Everybody knows. Well. * I have been trying to find that story again for *ages. JACKALOPE Productions is a family and veteran owned and operated production company located in Mesa Arizona. Rabbit legs weren’t meant for it, but she walked three steps and the Patterned Man opened his arms and caught her. And there was one — he’d seen her. I will be haunted by the beautiful images you paint of the characters. by T. Kingfisher | May 2, 2017. “Suppose he does it,” said the Father of Rabbits. “You weren’t there! When couples argue about porn, they're usually arguing about something else. “Oh, Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Caught up her skin and hid it from her to keep her changing?”. “Not them either,” she said to the jackalope wife. They were beautiful creatures, with their long brown legs and their bodies splashed orange by the firelight. Other writers will tell you to revel in the vast expanse of language. As well, an analysis at Io9 indicated that, if not for the Sad Puppies ballot-manipulation campaign, "Jackalope Wives" would have been a finalist for the 2015 Hugo Award for Best Short Story. Really wonderful piece, lots of layers told with beautiful prose. Because I had a new husband and a little bitty baby girl and all I could think about was leaving them both behind and go dance.”. “Besides, it’s not your life he’s owed.”. It was her own grandson, her daughter Eva’s boy. The jackalope wife sat down, slowly, in the shadow of the scarlet runner beans. 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