Miranda in Milan
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“Intriguing, adept, inventive and sexy.” ―NPR
“This luxurious tale gives Miranda a path to self-discovery, wrapped in the dark magic and manipulations on display in the original play. Duckett turns this secondary character into a heroine on her own journey for truth.” ―Library Journal, starred review
“Picking up where Shakespeare's The Tempest left off, this brief, potent gem paints a complete portrait of Prospero's daughter―her past, her future, and her love―as it explores the full range of her voice. A glittering fantasy-romance that delves into the dark corners of human nature.” ―Booklist
On Locus Magazine's 2019 Recommended Reading List
One of Fantasy Literature's Favorite Books of 2019
Guest Fiction Editor for the Disabled People Destroy Fantasy issue of Uncanny Magazine
Two stories from the issue were selected as favorite reads of the year in the Uncanny Magazine 2019 Favorite Fiction Poll. Sarah Gailey's "Away With the Wolves" was the #1 favorite story of the year, and Karlo Yeager Rodríguez's "This is Not My Adventure" was ranked #5.
I wish I could spend all my time as a wolf. But my mother always told me that I mustn’t indulge myself too often. She taught me that escaping into my other self is lazy. It’s selfish, she said, and there’s always a price to pay for selfishness. —"Away With the Wolves" by Sarah Gailey
Appeared in Sharp & Sugar Tooth: Women Up to No Good, edited by Octavia Cade and available from Upper Rubber Boot Press
“I don’t know what made me go. I think it was the smell. It smelled like — like cinnamon. And
oranges. And honey — like honey warmed in the sun, somehow? Fresh. And like...like Jesse. I realized it smelled...like Jesse. Not how she smelled in bed, or when she came back from the gym, but how she would have smelled if I’d tried to bake her into a cake. Essence of Jesse.” She laughed, a strangled sound. “Does that sound insane? I don’t know anymore. But that’s what it was.”
Appeared in Issue #24 of Uncanny Magazine in September/October 2018
Part of Uncanny's Disabled People Destroy Science Fiction double issue
Under cover of night, our village moves across the steppe.
Aliya leads the way. Her whistle is high and in harmony with the wind, so an untrained ear would ignore the sound. But we, the hushed and listening herd, heed the falconer’s call for what it is. Aliya trained golden eagles long before the invaders came, and her flock travels with us still.
Episode 610 of PseudoPod (August 2018), narrated by Larissa Thompson
PseudoPod Listeners' Fan Favorite Story of the Year
We go to Grandmère’s house to ride the unicorns.
We only go once or twice a year, and it’s never enough. Riding the unicorns is the most fun a person could have, and I don’t know why we can’t do it every day.
Appeared in Issue #22 of Uncanny Magazine in May/June 2018
Read an interview with Caroline M. Yoachim about this story
Call me lamia, call me lilith, call me nightmare, slattern, slut. I don’t subscribe to labels. I’ve moved around, through many lives, and they’ve always invented new names for me.
When I care to name myself, “succubus” does just fine. It started out as a joke among our little group, the girls who have been doing this job for eons, and it stuck. When I tell you my name, the first time we meet, it’s always one I’ve cherry-picked for you.
Appeared in Issue #103 of Apex Magazine in December 2017
The problem, of course, is that the world ended.
She’s lying in her bed, staring at the sloping scribbles on the ceiling. Downstairs, the party continues as ever. Voices rise from the parlor at all hours of the night, beckoning her with wild words she can’t quite make out. She needs to sleep, because tomorrow, she’s decided, is the day she’ll leave. Well rested, free of obstacles, she’ll walk out the front door: back into the world. Tomorrow. Tomorrow she’ll see things clearly.
First appeared in Interzone 252 in May 2014
Reprint in Wilde Stories 2015: The Year's Best Gay Speculative Fiction, Lethe Press
Reviewed in Publisher's Weekly
Tem loved the mortuaries, though no one he knew was dead. Still he would beg to go, to grasp the hand of any adult willing to wind down those plush-carpeted stairways, past the sleek vaults, inviting and bright.
2012 Story of the Year, Apex Magazine
First appeared in Issue #40 of Apex Magazine in September 2012
Recommended by Lois Tilton in Locus Online Reviews
Adapted for the stage by Daniel Flores Dance, New York City
To be trapped in one life–even a good one–suddenly seemed a horrible thing.