LINKDING

<blockquote>By this point, Dorothy was my doctor. Let me be more specific. She was the geriatric specialist who was evaluating me. On Mars. I was in for what I thought was a routine check-up to make sure I was still fit to be an astronaut. NASA liked to update its database periodically and I liked to be in that database. Not that I’d flown since I turned fifty, but I kept my name on the list in the faint hope that they would let me back into space again, and I kept going to the darn check-ups. Our previous doctor had retired back to Earth, and I’d visited Dorothy’s offices three times before she mentioned Kansas and the prairie.</blockquote> ➤ THANKS FOR MAKING ME CRY. Wow what a good story

<blockquote>Angela was stalking herself. She was packing for Japan and she had better things to worry about than doppelgangers, so she was trying to pretend her self wasn't there. She thought she would probably need one pair of formal shoes, but she couldn't decide whether she should pack the new fancy shoes—which were beautiful and appropriate, but untried—or the old stalwart black peeptoes. They were a little manky, but they had seen her through May Balls and medsoc dinners alike. "Bring both," said her old self. Her old self could not enter the room without Angela's permission. She hovered at the window, peering in. Angela was not going to invite her in. It was a cold night, but the dead don't feel the cold. "I'm travelling light," said Angela. She set the new shoes down and picked up the old pair. What did it matter if they were scuffed? They had never let her down before. "I'm not bringing you also. All the more I shouldn't be bringing extra shoes." "What lah, not bringing me," said her old self. "I'm part of you what."</blockquote> ➤ Zen Cho ilu and everything you write

<blockquote>The eerie thing about Paige Adolpha wasn’t just that she turned up right when I was reading about her in the paper. It wasn’t her fame as the star witness in the big local werewolf trial. What brought on the gooseflesh, first time I saw her, was that she was the spitting image of her murdered sister. Identical twins, you know?</blockquote> ➤ Canadian lesbian werewolf SJ fiction? Yes please!

➤ The zombie boyfriend story, except it's so much more than that. ➤ It's a beautiful and haunting story with an almost fairy-tale quality to it, and it's a story about duty and sacrifice and what it means to be honourable.