Before the Flashback ended in The War-torn Hills of Earth, there were other trials, other crucibles, other adventures not previously recorded. 02:28 Hours to Yuma—the sequel to 72 Hours to Animal—is one of these, in which helicopter pilot Zola Skirata's stopover at Arizona's Biosphere 2 results in a night of alien—and primordial—terror.From 02:28 Hours to Yuma:Zola scanned the biome carefully, tracking left to right, past the fruit trees and ferns and a man-made mountain (which reminded her of Disneyland), but didn't see anything."What exactly are we looking for?" she practically whispered."Look for colors that are too perfect, too vibrant, you'll know it when you see them. It's called chromatophores—the ability to change one's coloration in order to better suit an environment. You'll see it because the nanotyrannus' cells tend to over-compensate at night, so they'll stand out like a sore thumb once you know what to look for. Also...

I watched as Aaron approached one of the workbenches and fetched an intricately-crafted gold box."Ah, yes. The shem, you see, is what gives the golem its power—thank you, son, a sheynem dank. It is what gives it the ability to move and become animated."I glanced at Aaron, who only looked back at me uncertainly, as his father approached the golem and opened the box, the gold plating of which gleamed like a fire before the candelabrums. "This one consists of only one word—one of the Names of God, which is too sacred to be uttered here." He withdrew a slip of paper and placed it into the golem's mouth. "I shall only say emet, which means 'truth' ... and have done with it. And so it is finished. Tetelestai." He turned and looked directly at me, I have no idea why. "The debt will be paid in full."Nobody said anything for a long time, even as the birds tweeted outside and a siren wailed somewhere in the distance. We just stood there and stared at his...

First came the time-storm, which erased half the population. Then came the dinosaur apocalypse ...How did it all begin? That depends on where you were and who you ask. In some places it started with the weather—which quickly became unstable and began behaving in impossible ways. In still others it started with the lights in the sky, which shifted and pulsed and could not be explained. Elsewhere it started with the disappearances: one here, a few there, but increasing in occurrence until fully three quarters of the population had vanished. Either way, there is one thing on which everyone agrees—it didn't take long for the prehistoric flora and fauna to start showing up (often appearing right where someone was standing, in which case the two were fused, spliced, amalgamated). It didn't take long for the great Time-displacement called the Flashback—which was brief but had aftershocks, like an earthquake—to change the face of the earth. Nor for the...

In a land of wind and willows, two canoeists encounter some other-worldly wind turbines. From The Sentinels: Dunn: He said that he was taking the way of the wind and the sky, and that he was going in—to Them—by which I presume he meant going into the tower and scaling the ladder. And he said other things: That our thoughts made patterns in their world—left 'prints,' as it were—as did theirs in ours; and that that was how they'd found us, by listening to our thoughts, zeroing in on our patterns. And he said that Bobby was merely a bundle of sensory organs wrapped in a skin of decaying matter and so wasn't important, wasn't needed. That only they mattered—they, the beings attached to and inhabiting the turbines. And that ... that ... Detective Shaw: What, Mrs. Dunn? Say it. Dunn: But ... don't you see? It doesn't matter what he said, because it wasn't him speaking, not really. Bobby would never...

dark horse/ˈdärk ˈˌhôrs/noun1. a candidate or competitor about whom little is known but who unexpectedly wins or succeeds."a dark-horse candidate"Join us for a monthly tour of writers who give as good as they get. From hard science-fiction to stark, melancholic apocalypses; from Lovecraftian horror to zombies and horror comedy; from whimsical interludes to tales of unlikely compassion—whatever it is, if it's weird, it's here. So grab a seat before the starting gun fires, pour yourself a glass of strange wine, and get ready for the running of the dark horses.In this issue:BAGGAGEBrian HoganCROWDIDDLYStephan McquigganETERNALSheldon WoodburyTHE WINE-DARK EARTHWayne Kyle SpitzerKALEIDOSCOPET.K. HowellNIGHT SWIMMINGMatthew FriesTHE SHADOW BOXFrederick PangbourneTHE BAT AND THE CRESCENT MOONBill LinkTHE WOMAN AND THE MAZEDC MalleryTO CATCH A...

Before the Flashback ended in The War-torn Hills of Earth, there were other trials, other crucibles, other adventures not previously recorded. 72 Hours to Animal is one of these, in which a helicopter bearing a hodge-podge crew touches down on a Saveco wholesale warehouse in the middle of a snowstorm only to find themselves stalked by shadowy predators ...From 72 Hours to Animal:She watched carefully as he worked the sticks."Reduce collective ... pitch up to neutral ... and remember, as soon as you cross over the asphalt, you're gonna get that rotor and ground effect which is going to cause a really funky cushion. And now we're going to hold ourselves just a few feet over the ground, we're going to further reduce the collective ... and settle onto the tarmac."And then they were down—in a whirlwind of snow—and Pappy was clambering out with the fuel can as Redhorn followed and Handsome Dan swiped off his aviators and just looked at her."Listen, Zo,...

Before the Flashback ended in The War-torn Hills of Earth, there were other trials, other crucibles, other adventures not previously recorded. 72 Hours to Animal is one of these, in which a helicopter bearing a hodge-podge crew touches down on a Saveco wholesale warehouse in the middle of a snowstorm only to find themselves stalked by shadowy predators ...From 72 Hours to Animal:Zola aimed her flashlight, revealing a toppled fixture and designer frames scattered all over the floor, then whipped it left toward the photo center."There's a man door leading outside down there ... do you think she might have—""Shhh," urged Redhorn. "Listen. Do hear that?"She listened, hearing nothing at first but then a slight shuffling, a shifting, a disturbance in the air like a whisper of clothing or something breathing. "Something is running up that aisle," she said, her heart beginning to pump faster. She indicated the row of flatscreens parallel to them. "Something...

There is a byway between reality and dream. A transit we call Möbius Blvd ...Inspired by the enigmatic Möbius strip, a mathematical construct that defies conventional notions of linearity and infinity, Möbius Blvd has no beginning or end but exists in a place where reality and dream have fused ... coalesced ... merged. With each turn of the page, you'll encounter a unique blend of horror, fantasy, and science-fiction—fiction that will challenge your perceptions and leave you in awe of the infinite possibilities that exist within the written word.Indeed, Möbius Blvd is far more than a magazine; it's an experience. It's an exploration of the infinite, a passage through dimensions where the only constant is storytelling at its most daring, a kaleidoscope of wonder and terror. Join us on this winding, never-ending journey of speculative fiction that will keep you entranced from the first twist to the last loop. Open your mind to the limitless...

dark horse/ˈdärk ˈˌhôrs/noun1. a candidate or competitor about whom little is known but who unexpectedly wins or succeeds."a dark-horse candidate"Join us for a monthly tour of writers who give as good as they get. From hard science-fiction to stark, melancholic apocalypses; from Lovecraftian horror to zombies and horror comedy; from whimsical interludes to tales of unlikely compassion—whatever it is, if it's weird, it's here. So grab a seat before the starting gun fires, pour yourself a glass of strange wine, and get ready for the running of the dark horses.In this issue:NIGHT VISIONBrad PetitPINK ON PINKMary Jo RabeREQUIEM FOR A GOBLINLamont A. TurnerTHE FIFTH STAGE OF GRIEFCedrick MayTHE MARINERJennifer WalkerTHE MEN WITH GREEN FACESChristian RileyTHIS IS NOT MY BUTTERFLYJoseph HirschTONS-AWAYJudith PancoastTRIBUTESWilliam CurnowBURNWayne...

The final Flashback begins ... It's all led to this.All the characters and situations of the Flashback/Dinosaur Apocalypse come together in a final trilogy of tales that will close out and define the saga. Join Ank and Williams, the crew of Gargantua, the kids from Thunder Road, and so many others as they heed the call to adventure one last time and face the very architects of the Flashback!From The War-torn Hills of Earth:The gold fog rolled and so did the water, foaming and frothing, revealing first the photonics mast and communications antennas, then The Sarpedon's black, sea-slicked sail and forward fins, then its great, dark, parabolic bow—which breached the surface at an angle, like the plesiosaurs and ichthyosaurs and mosasaurs swimming alongside—until, still steaming forward, the ship was fully surfaced and its aft fins visible; at which three people—two men and a small woman with a bob haircut—appeared in the sail."Jesus," gasped...

The final Flashback begins ... It's all led to this. All the characters and situations of the Flashback/Dinosaur Apocalypse come together in a final trilogy of tales that will close out and define the saga. Join Ank and Williams, the crew of Gargantua, the kids from Thunder Road, and so many others as they heed the call to adventure one last time and face the very architects of the Flashback!Welcome to the world of the Flashback, a world in which man's cities have become overgrown jungles and extinct animals wander the ruins. You can survive here, if you're lucky, and if you're not in the wrong place at the wrong time—which is everywhere, all the time. But what you'll never do is remain the same, for this is a world whose very purpose is to challenge you, a world where anything can and will happen. So take a deep dive into these loosely connected tales of the Dinosaur Apocalypse (each of which can be read individually or as a part of the greater saga):...

First came the time-storm, which erased half the population. Then came the dinosaur apocalypse ...How did it all begin? That depends on where you were and who you ask. In some places it started with the weather—which quickly became unstable and began behaving in impossible ways. In still others it started with the lights in the sky, which shifted and pulsed and could not be explained. Elsewhere it started with the disappearances: one here, a few there, but increasing in occurrence until fully three quarters of the population had vanished. Either way, there is one thing on which everyone agrees—it didn't take long for the prehistoric flora and fauna to start showing up (often appearing right where someone was standing, in which case the two were fused, spliced, amalgamated). It didn't take long for the great Time-displacement called the Flashback—which was brief but had aftershocks, like an earthquake—to change the face of the earth. Nor for the...

First came the time-storm, which erased half the population. Then came the dinosaur apocalypse.How did it all begin? That depends on where you were and who you ask. In some places it started with the weather—which quickly became unstable and began behaving in impossible ways. In still others it started with the lights in the sky, which shifted and pulsed and could not be explained. Elsewhere it started with the disappearances: one here, a few there, but increasing in occurrence until fully three quarters of the population had vanished. Either way, there is one thing on which everyone agrees—it didn't take long for the prehistoric flora and fauna to start showing up (often appearing right where someone was standing, in which case the two were fused, spliced, amalgamated). It didn't take long for the great Time-displacement called the Flashback—which was brief but had aftershocks, like an earthquake—to change the face of the earth. Nor for the stories,...