Tales from the Beneath III

Nine tales. Nine descents. No map back.

In Gaza, a starving cat discovers that the sky rains stones now. On the other side of the world, an executive with an immaculate calendar takes her usual route and arrives somewhere that isn’t on any map. Just outside Madrid, a real estate agent who can’t stand science fiction has been dreaming the same dream for eighteen months: a spacesuit, a rust-colored planet, a star that seems to know him.

In Tales from the Beneath III, everyone is counting something: days of water, minutes on the clock, seconds of absence. And sooner or later, the bill comes due.

In this volume:

Raining Blood: All I know is, it was raining red. And the humans were screaming more than usual.

Dystopia: A world optimized to perfection. And out of it bursts one unique product.

Alice in Hell: Alice thought she was lost. Setealem knew exactly where she was.

Sole Survivor: Someone had to be humanity’s conscious tomb.

O Fortuna!: He thought he was dreaming about space. Space had other ideas.

When You Don’t See Me: No love was meant to be lived in jumps. But Sandra had no choice.

Angry Again: Some men want to be happy. And some were called.

Trip to Ego’s Depths: Some falls don’t end on the ground. They end at the mirror.

Love You To Death: The Devil doesn’t grant miracles. He charges interest.

Step into the Beneath. And close the door behind you.