Category Archives: Publication

Happy Busting Out of Your Unwitting Host Day!

Bug hunt

 

Since Xenomorphs don’t have birthdays, it seems wrong to wish Aliens: Bug Hunt a happy book birthday.  So, happy Chest-Bursting day, book!

I am so excited to have a story (co-written with Mike Resnick) in this anthology!  In case you didn’t know, I’m in love with the ALIENS franchise.  Like, really.  I have a Xenomorph Queen hanging in my office.  See:

XenoQueen2

Oh, and I own a Xenophone:

Xenophone

If you’re like me, and the idea of a space station overrun with hundreds and hundreds of facehuggers fills you with glee, then our story is for you!

You can get Aliens: Bug Hunt at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, or wherever terrifying books are sold.

Happy Reading…Mwahahaha!

~Marina

 

 

Tagged , , , , , , , , , ,

Spark VIII is out!

It’s been a long time coming, but my story, The Stem, is out in Spark VIII.  Look at that awesome cover, guys (not to mention all those great names)!

 

spark-viii

 

Here’s an excerpt from The Stem, which is a post-apocalyptic sci-fi retelling of Jack and the Beanstalk:

The Hoarders were a generation of intellectual censors. Gran’s grandparents had been amongst them. They turned off the lights, and shut down the transports, and cut their colony off from the others. They hoarded all knowledge. Everything they knew about science, industry, history–they took it all to their graves.

Graves Jacqueline spit on every chance she got.

With Rose and Snow–the two largest moons–dipping below the horizon, Jacquie slipped out her bedroom window and into the chilly pre-dawn air. She tied her short, black hair under a work-scarf, double checked that the power module and bento box were safe in her oversized pockets, then headed down the road.

As she walked, the sun’s rays slowly crept over the mountains, then down the Stem’s shaft as though they were using it to reach the planet’s surface.

The Stem’s petals–up at its top–were invisible now. Only at night could they be seen, as a dark set of blots blocking out the stars. The single exception was when the sun slipped directly over head and they caught the city in a small eclipse–a possessive shadow that always gave Jacquie the willies.

 

If you like badass, female electrical engineers, generational mysteries, and creepy space monsters, I hope you’ll take a look!

Happy reading!

~Marina

 

 

Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Long Time No Post

Hello all!

Long time no post, right? Let me update you on the state of this little one-woman nation.

I had a new short story come out in Flash Fiction Online at the beginning of August. It’s about you. No, really, you. I don’t know how to break it to you, but you’re very sick. The story is told in second person, and I dare you to argue with it. It’s totally about you.

You can read You Are Not a Metaphor here.

I also spent a week-ish in Kansas City for this year’s WorldCon (AKA MidAmericon II). For the most part, I had a blast. Got to see lots of friends, make new ones, and had a great meeting with my editor and agent about NOUMENON’s sequel.

I also took part in a group reading for Galaxy’s Edge Magazine, which was my first-ever public reading. All in all, I think it went pretty well (the panel next door even provided mood music).

Got to observe the Alfies once more (where agent-sib Alyssa Wong took home the Alfie for best short story!), and snapped even worse pictures of the ceremony than I did last time (hey, it was really dark in that theater, and the stage was really bright). For comparison:

 

Last Year

0823150043.jpg

(George R R Martin, Eric Flint, and other lovely people)

This Year

w3r797dv

(George R R Martin and other lovely people I could not identify in a line up with only this picture to go on)

 

In short, I had a great time (again, mostly. Pro tip: do not grab women at parties and then threaten to get into a violent altercation with their agents, okay?), and book two is going to be AWESOME (capitalization for emphasis…Awesome is not the title of book two…but it should be).

If you want a much more thorough recap of the convention, I suggest you take a gander at the write up penned by David Steffen over at Diabolical Plots. He took a lot of great pictures during the week, so pick an author/editor/cool person you love and go play Where’s Waldo.

Recap can be found here.

So now I’m officially in the throes of writing the sequel to NOUMENON. I will keep you in the loop via a newsletter I plan on starting before the end of this month. If there’s anything specific you’d like to see in a newsletter (WIP updates, writerly tips, jokes, cat pictures, grains of wisdom etc.) let me know in the comments!

 

~Marina

Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

What’s Noumenon? Nothing, what’s Noumenon with you?

confetti parade

 

How is everyone’s Monday?  I hope your Monday is as fantastic as my Monday, because, guess what?  I get to announce some very exciting news.

My novel, NOUMENON, is officially forthcoming from Harper Voyager, Voyager UK, and Heyne in Germany!

NOUMENON is an interstellar adventure, wherein the world comes together to investigate alien megastructures, what it means to be human, and other mysteries of the universe, despite struggles against rogue AIs, failing generation ships, and hidden saboteurs.

From the Publisher’s Marketplace announcement:

Sci-Fi/Fantasy
Marina Lostetter’s NOUMENON, an interstellar epic featuring a convoy of starships staffed with clones of Earth’s best and brightest sent to investigate a possible alien megastructure, to David Pomerico at Voyager, in a two-book deal, by DongWon Song at the Howard Morhaim Literary Agency (NA). Rights to Emma Coode at Voyager UK, by Caspian Dennis at Abner Stein and to Heyne, by Danny Baror at Baror International.

If you have a subscription to Publisher’s Marketplace, you should be able to view the announcement here.

This should be especially exciting for those of you who wanted more after reading my story Balance (second-place winner in the Jim Baen Memorial writing contest).  This novel expands the story of Jamal and Diego’s convoy, following it from inception to mission’s end.

I don’t know about you guys, but I’m SUPER EXCITED.

~Marina

P.S. Big THANK YOU to everyone who worked on these deals, and especially my agent DongWon Song, who guided me through the process and got this book in front of the right people.

 

 

 

Tagged , , , , , , , , ,

The Last Shimmery Story of the Year

“A Drop of Ink Preserved in Amber” is out on the Shimmer website.  It has the distinction of being the final Shimmer story for 2015 (I’m look forward to more great stuff from Shimmer in 2016!).

Click here to access the full story for free.

~Marina

Tagged , , ,

Shimmer and Mothership Zeta

I’ve got a brand new story out in Shimmer Magazine this month, entitled “A Drop of Ink Preserved in Amber.” Amber is a genetically modified human in a time where genetic modifications could spell government-sanctioned euthanization.  She must struggle to keep her secrets secret, while not letting bigotry erase her history.

Here’s an excerpt:

They flew from New York to LA. Mama called it a “test flight.”  Daddy said her drawers were big enough to use now, but they had to be sure.  Neither of those things made much sense to Amber, but, they were her parents, and she wanted to do them proud.

Six long hours later, they landed and retrieved their bags. Emerging from the terminal into the hot California sun, her parents gleefully loaded her into a rental car, laughing.  Daddy drove, and Mama sat with her in the backseat.

“You can open them up now,” Mama said with a smile. “You did a very good job.  You’re a very good girl.”

Amber didn’t feel like a good girl. She didn’t know why, but hiding her drawers from the lady in New York felt wrong.

She took off her shirt anyway–the one with the cartoon dinosaur with googly eyes–and pressed the center of what should have been her breast bone.

When closed, the drawers were invisible; she looked like any other pudgy child, with uninterrupted contours, a round belly, and tiny limbs. But when she pressed just right, large sphincters unfurled like flowers, letting the bony drawers slide out.

Supple skin covered in fine, velvety hair encased the calcium structures. The drawers were well padded with cartilage and thick skin, protecting whatever she–or her parents–chose to hide in them.

Mama kissed her forehead and gently plucked a piece of cut amber from her daughter’s chest. It was set in a roughly worked bronze brooch, with small accent rubies encircling the main stone.

 

The full story will be available online in December, and I’ll post a link again then. Right now you can purchase the issue for download here (click the cover):

shimmer nov 15

I’ve also got a reprint out in the inaugural issue of Mothership Zeta. If you are familiar with Escape Artist publications, you know this new endeavor is bound to be a good one!  “Imma Gonna Finish You Off,” a humor story about immortality and killer robots, is just one of many fun romps you’ll find inside.  Click the cover for more:

Mothership-Zeta-Volume-1-Issue-1-Escape-Artists-Inc_-194x300

~Marina

Tagged , , , , , ,

Here, Have Some Fiction:

“Cyberplant” is out in issue numero sixteen of Galaxy’s Edge. This one is near and dear to my heart because I wrote it after taking a bucket-list trip with my mom to Peru, where I fell in love with the country. It’s also the story I wrote for the 24hr challenge during the WotF workshop week.

Excerpt:

The sun hardly shines in Lima, and never in October. Maybe it’s because Mama Cocha is jealous of the sun god, Inti. Maybe it’s because she is enamored of Ilyap’a, and his clouds give her comfort.

Either way, Mother Sea rules. It is her city. The other gods have kingdoms of their own.

My pilgrimage was to Inti’s domain: Machu Picchu.

The flight from Miami lasted six hours. The two other passengers in my row asked for new seat assignments. No one wanted to sit next to the giant of a man with passionflower leaves growing out of his ears and red wires circling his head like a turban. If it hadn’t been for the sick baby across the aisle, maybe I could have stretched out and slept. It would have been the first time in forty-eight hours.

A deep numbness clutched my limbs and my chest—not just a lack of physical sensation, but a deadening of emotion. I thought sleep might restore some semblance of feeling to my body, if not my person. But no go.

From the Lima airport I took a taxi into the city proper. We skirted along the ocean, mirroring the undulation of the cliffs. Surfers paddled out into the meager waves, and a briny stench permeated the air.

The taxi driver dropped me at a bus station where I could get a ride to Cusco. He shot me a scowl when I tipped him. Because of my implants, he thought I could afford more.

The journey from the coast to south-central Peru took fifteen hours, with only the briefest of pit stops. Suddenly my plane ride didn’t look so bad. Sleep was still elusive, and an elderly man from Puno grilled me the whole way. He asked me why my skin was green, and if my palm-scanners could fry his brain, and if it were true that all cyberplants believe rainbows have feelings.

I did not know the Spanish word for chlorophyll, or how to explain to a non-believer that rainbows not only have feelings, they are each Cuichu. If nothing else, I was able to communicate that my scanners would have zero effect on his brain.

Thankfully he was polite enough not to ask about my pilgrimage, or my family.

Click to keep reading: http://www.galaxysedge.com/n4.htm

 

~Marina

Tagged , , , ,

MaryLin’s Special Brand of Magic up at DSF

My story MaryLin’s Special Brand of Magic is up at Daily Science Fiction.  Below is an excerpt and a link!

The magic appeared in 2019, when a rogue comet performed an impossible loop-de-loop while passing Earth. The strange astrological phenomenon was a sign, a sigil, a portent–or perhaps just a pretense. Whatever it was, the day after, millions of people around the world awoke to find themselves blessed–or cursed–with magical abilities. The magic appeared random, with no rhyme or reason as to why some people had received powers when others had not. Worse, the majority of the new warlocks, sorceresses, alchemists and whatnot couldn’t pin down the rules to their particular brand of hocus-pocus before things got out of hand.

Luckily, MaryLin wasn’t like most people. She’d figured out her place in the new world right away. Having been raised by a professional poker player turned semi-professional con man, she’d learned early on: find an angle. All you need to survive is an angle.
.
Well, she’d found her angle, and her powers had become the most desired around.
.
Her brand of magic was… unique.
Click to keep reading.  You know you want to!
~Marina
.
.
.
Tagged , ,

Audio Version of “Imma Gonna Finish You Off” Up at Escapepod

In a world where  immortality is a thing, what is detective Harry Sordido to do when a homeless man is murdered and won’t freaking come back to life to tell him who the killer is?

 

On the examining table lounged a body.  It was an unremarkable body–rather wrinkly, with an inordinate amount of hair in all the wrong places and too few clothes for most people’s liking, but otherwise nothing to write your congressman about.  The only thing special about the body was that it was dead–a problem that Detective Harry Sordido hoped would resolve itself quite soon.

“Will he just get on with the coming back to life already?” Harry huffed, checking the glowing numbers embedded in his left wrist.  With his right hand, he patted his ample, middle-aged girth.  “He’s not the only victim I’ve got to question today.”

“I’m not sure what’s the matter with him,” said the medical examiner, lifting the dead man’s wrist between two thin fingers.  “He should have let out a nice scream-of-life by now.”  He let the limb flop back to the sanitary paper.

“What do you think it was?” asked the detective, “Accidental? Experimental? Purposeful?  What do you think he died of?”

“You’ll have to ask him to be sure.  He was found out on the sidewalk.  No indications of violence or a struggle, but he does look a tad flaccid.”

“Ah, disgruntled lover, then.”

“No, I mean on the whole.  Like he’s been wrung out.”

They both stared at the body for a long while.

“You don’t think he’s really–?” began Detective Sordido.

“It is starting to seem a bit permanent.”

“That’s impossible! No one’s really died for damned near a millennium.”

The examiner shrugged.  “There’s a first time for every eventuality.”

Wanna listen to the whole thing read by Alasdair Stuart?  Ya know ya do: http://escapepod.org/2015/07/28/ep501-imma-gonna-finish-you-off/

Tagged , , , , ,

New Story: “Lifeboat” out in Vitality Magazine

The July issue of Vitality is now free to download!  “Lifeboat” is the cover story for the issue, and has four beautiful accompanying illustrations.

The story takes place post-Earth, when the crew of a mining spacecraft–who believe themselves to be the last remnants of life–discover a strange vessel. It could be a dangerous trap left over from the final war, or it could be proof that they aren’t alone in the universe.

Here’s an excerpt:

“We’ve finished our initial sweep.  It’s all one room.  This is it.  There are a few access panels to the inner workings, but nothing we can identify as an inhabitable space.”

“What’s it for?” Martinez wondered aloud.  “There’s nothing in here.”

“I don’t know, but I get the feeling you’re right: it’s not a remnant from the war.”

“But where did it come from?  Why’s it here?”  She turned back to the bramble.  “Keep searching.  I want signs of life.  A hair, a scale, a flake of skin, whatever.  There have to be remnants of whoever made it.”

Could it really be that we’re not alone?  That it’s not man-made?  Her heart leapt.  Not alone.

On a whim, she stuck out two gloved fingers, hooked them under one of the twisted metal pieces on the console, and pulled.

The ship groaned and shuddered.  There was a great screech of metal on metal, as though the vessel had not been given commands for a very long time.

The away team stopped, and everyone looked up.  Something moved in the dark.

Clat, clat, clat–a huge metal turbine, the length of the ship, slowly rolled overhead.  The walls quivered.

The garish protrusions she’d noted before jerked out of the walls, like plaster figures popped from silicon molds.  They were attached to long coils of wire, which the turbine rolled up, forming a sort of tent over the bay.  Hidden row after row of the objects came forth from their compartments.  When the ship lay quiet again, the vast room was filled with dangling, glittering shapes.  They looked like fancy party decorations or Christmas ornaments with the way they glimmered in the flashlight beams.

A few tinkled like chimes as they bounced lightly off one another.

You click the cover to go to the download page:

July-Issue-Cover Vitality

Tagged , , ,
%d bloggers like this: