‘Home Affairs’ featured in AfroSF: Science Fiction by African Writers, edited by Ivor Hartmann and published 2012 by StoryTime.
AfroSF is the first ever anthology of Science Fiction by African writers only that was open to submissions from across Africa and abroad. It is comprised of original (previously unpublished) works only, from stellar established and upcoming African writers: Nnedi Okorafor, Sarah Lotz, Tendai Huchu, Cristy Zinn, Ashley Jacobs, Nick Wood, Tade Thompson, S.A. Partridge, Chinelo Onwualu, Uko Bendi Udo, Dave de Burgh, Biram Mboob, Sally-Ann Murray, Mandisi Nkomo, Liam Kruger, Chiagozie Fred Nwonwu, Joan De La Haye, Mia Arderne, Rafeeat Aliyu, Martin Stokes, Clifton Gachagua, and Efe Okogu.
They gather in darkness, sharing ancient and arcane knowledge as they manipulate the very matter of reality itself. Spells and conjuration; legerdemain and prestidigitation – these are the mistresses and masters of the esoteric arts.
This amazing collection of new fiction has an extraordinary list of contributors, featuring an original short story from the international No. 1 bestseller Audrey Niffenegger, author of The Time Traveller’s Wife; alongside NYT bestseller Dan Abnett and more modern masters of the art: Christopher Fowler, Gemma Files, Alison Littlewood, Thana Niveau, Robert Shearman, Paul Meloy, Will Hill, Sarah Lotz, Storm Constantine, Lou Morgan, Sophia McDougall, Liz Williams, Gail Z. Martin and Steve Rasnic Tem.
‘Charlotte’ is featured in Solaris Rising 1.5, edited by Ian Whates, published 2012 by Solaris’.
An elderly female farmer in South Africa feels vulnerable when her guard dog is poisoned. Fortunately her daughter has a replacement, albeit not a canine one…
Charles Dickens lived and breathed London in a way few authors ever have, before or since. In his fiction, his non-fiction, and even his own life, Dickens cast an extraordinary shadow over the city he so loved – so much so, indeed, that his name has become synonymous with a certain image of London. A London of terrible social inequality and matchless belief in the human potential; a London filled with the comic and the repulsive, the industrious and the feckless, the faithful and the faithless, the selfish and the selfless.
SAPEN brings you a brand new anthology of writings from Africa, a collection that will give the reader insight into what African writers are experiencing and writing about in the new decade.
“This collection is unique and makes for compelling bedside reading.” – Sharon Sorour-Morris, The Cape Times
“The Bed Book of Short Stories – some quirky and tender, others traumatic or macabre – is the perfect companion to take to bed with you, to keep you reading long into the night.” – African Books Collective
“A Quality Street box of stories: each entirely different from the one before and each completely delicious in its own right.” – Janet van Eeden, Litnet
Being South African isn’t as black and white as it used to be.
People from all over the world make this country their home, while South Africans have more geographic freedom than ever before.
This unique and captivating collection is a snapshot of South African writing today: diverse, energetic, inquisitive and compelling. In Home Away, twenty-four chapters by twenty-four writers, set in cities all around the world, make up one global day, a mosaic reflecting on the nature of home.
An extract from ‘One Last Binge’, by Sarah Lotz, first published in Something Wicked Issue Eight
I’m late again, but Theo’s saved me a chair next to him. As he waves me over I can clearly make out the dark half-moons spreading across the underarms of his Eminem T-shirt. Theo’s permanently sweaty. We all are. Even though the temperature outside is a bollock-freezing below zero, the heating in this room is turned right down.
Nineteen erotic stories by some of South Africa’s best women writers
Evocative, sensual, arousing, playful …
An extract from ‘an Eye for an Eye’ by Sarah Lotz, featured in Something Wicked Issue Four
By lunchtime we still haven’t decided what to do. We’re sitting round the kitchen table, watching our coffee get colder.
“I still think we should phone the cops,” I say.
Kevin peers up at me blearily. He looks worse than usual. His face is sweaty and haggard; his eyes red-rimmed. The fag he’s trying to smoke jitters in his trembling fingers. Since we made our grisly discovery this morning, he’s puffed his way through at least half a pack of Camels.
Sarah Lotz’s award-winning short story was first published in the debut issue of South African Spec-Fic magazine, Something Wicked.
The complete story is available to read from the Something Wicked website.
As usual the drone of the cricket commentary was floating through the study door. He didn’t hear my approach in time to erase the lurid picture splayed across the widescreen of his laptop. I caught a glimpse of ample naked flesh and blond hair before he flicked on the screen-saver.