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About Rei Rosenquist
Rei Rosenquist is a queer agender writer of speculative fiction. With literary roots in the likes of the bard Shakespeare, stream of consciousness inventor Virginia Wolfe, post-modern poet Ezra Pound, and post-modern playwright Samuel Beckett, Rei's often dark dystopian fiction is both lyrical and human. Their short story Seed earned a Silver Honorable Mention from Writers of the Future, and their short fiction will soon be appearing in the Fiction River anthology series. To learn more, please visit www.reirosenquist.com
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Rain covers an ugly, divided New Tokyo. Gangsters fill the streets, beating in the native inhabitants for fun.
Then, one night, walking home from the factory--Seika has enough.
There is power in their blood, anger in their veins, a dark magic buried in their heart.
Will this dark magic be enough to take their city back?
At what cost?
Unity Fest in District Three. That one special day when everyone packs the dirty streets, concrete wall to ugly concrete wall, and forgets their troubles.
Only translators knows better. Tensions rise in festival times. Fights break out. Miscommunication abounds.
Things can go sideways fast.
As Analys roams the crowded streets, a word jumps out: DADDY stitched on a baseball cap in neon green.
Well, shit. "Daddy" spells big trouble. Analys goes for cover.
A hand reaches out and grabs ahold of their arm.
Will Analys wriggle their way out of a tight spot or is this gamve over?
A high end officiate in a neat suit steps from the elevator with a pocket full of special drugs.
The plan? A deception of nano-robotic limitations.
The goal? Freedom from corporate bullshit.
The twist? Grapefruit, just a little bitter.
Will Charcoal get the sample they've come to District 6 for or will Lithograph refuse to play along?
A debate rages. It is between science and the earth. Between the west and the people of the land.
Bones were uncovered. Should they have remained buried? Do they belong to the university or the people's from which those bones grew? Are the remains the Kennewick Man or the Ancient One? Does the soul who once inhabited those bones even recall? Where will their bones lie: in museum halls or the rich dark of the earth?
Only a journey through the fogs of time and the fires of research will tell.
A dust cloud kicks up. Another rat-tag group of fools lost in the dust. They approach one another. Another cliched exchange. Only this time, something's different.
Ark remembers things...
If Ark joins their numbers, where will the journey take them? What hidden truths will they find? What kind of remembered dream will awaken in their mind?
What secrets lie in the shadows of the Brood?
Like the doll, Shacho is broken too.
Today, the day to fix broken things, Koko goes to find the Magician. To try and make things better any way ze can.
Koko steps of the train, leaving zer life behind...and enters a gateway.
In a dark, post-apocalyptic world where magic sparkles in the cracks like the stars, Rei Rosenquist weaves together a story of love, companionship, and trust.
Thrown together in a dismal war camp, imported refugees share nothing but their suffering.
No common culture. No common tongue. Confusion, and no more.
Abrir manages to finds a few friends, but it doesn't last.
One by one, they take their lives and leave Arbrir.
"I am the last one."
"And it's time I left too."
Could a single friend change Abrir's mind?
Rei Rosenquist brings you a dark dystopian science fiction universe where pronouns, gender, and identity no longer follow the old rules -- exploring not only a grim possible future, but also asking new questions of how we identify ourselves and one another.