On a green knoll just outside Brimmington there was a circle of stones that bees never entered. Within it stood a grove of locust trees, fragrant in the spring. If you looked close enough, however, you would notice the stones and the grove were never mirrored in the calm pool under the knoll. The sun,…
this is the first time our editorial is going to a Worldcon, the first time we’re nominating and voting for the Hugo, so we wanted to take this opportunity to spotlight Croatian writers, artists and their fantasy and sci fi works in English that we know about.
Baku pamtim po mnogim stvarima – najboljoj štrudli od jabuka, grah pireu i faširancima, blagom, ali prodornom pogledu njenih plavih očiju, neki put i šibi po dupetu, kad bi se buraz i ja potukli oko neke gluposti, ali i po pričama.