There’s always one who learned how to brood early and often, and always girls who think they can heal him. She rolled both her sleeves up to the elbow and offered him her wrists. Good story: definitely one of the better ones I’ve read in ezines. Story: Jackalope is a dangerous animal with jack rabbit's body and an antelope's antlers! “Yes, that’s the way of it, right enough.” She took the jackalope wife’s shoulders and turned her toward the lamp light. Psychotic professional hunter Buck Corona III, who caught every mythical animal out there, believes that jackalopes are real and plans to catch one. Last night, the Hugo Awards were handed out. “He didn’t mean to do her harm.”, Grandma let out an explosive snort. The hairless places weren’t so obvious now, and the faint stripes across her legs might have been dust. He looked down at the stone in front of him. Grandma! People said they didn’t believe a word of it, but when you live in a desert, you don’t take chances. “You goddamn stupid fool,” she said. The fool boy had been so shocked he’d yanked the burning skin back out. “You make do. She danced farther out from the others and her horns were short and sharp as sickles. We may limit the number of people we allow into our buildings if there is a sudden spike of visitors. [5] At Locus, Lois Tilton commended Vernon's "(f)ine prose imagery and dialogue, strong characters, (and) neat invented folklore". “Oh Mary,” she said. “Suppose we’ll find out,” said the Father of Rabbits, and nodded. But she wasn’t human and rabbits freeze when they’re scared past running. “Not the right sort of place.” He considered. “Better for her, or better for you?” asked Eva, who was only a fool about her son and knew her mother well. He himself had one thought and one thought only — to catch a jackalope wife. You did that, with your goddamn pity. At the dances, he leaned on the wall with his hands in his pockets and his eyes glittering. , then for the jump go to In the trees. The thing across her hearth was hardly human. She was calm. You can find more of her work at. It had come down to him on his mother’s side, as happens now and again, and it was worse than useless. “There’s those would say that was more than enough.” He exhaled another lungful of smoke. Great images and description. “You’re supposed to burn it. Other young men eyed him with dislike. Jackalope Wives, by Ursula Vernon Jackalope Wives is the first pure fantasy story nominee for the Nebula that I have read this year. If you’re going to catch a jackalope wife, you burn the hide down to ashes and never mind how she screams.”, “But it sounded like it was hurting her!” he shot back. Took some doing to fix it up again, but some people owed me favors. Jackalope Wives and Other Stories by T. Kingfisher is a collection of short stories by the author (real name Ursula Vernon). She lit her cigarette off his. The jackalope wife stirred and stretched. She can do it, but it’s a terrible strain.”, “No,” said Grandma shortly. The moon came up and the sun went down. She looked at Grandma, who met her too–wide eyes. What did you do, you damned young fool? I really loved this story.. The sun went down while they were waiting. “Where’d you get that?” asked Grandma Harken, suspicious. I so much want to see a collection of your short stories. Poetic, moving and utterly bizarre. That’s just what we need.”. “You have to burn it,” mumbled her grandson. It reads very much like a myth of some pre-industrial people. Her horns were short, sharp spikes on her brow. We will be charitable. My kin did it, it’s up to me to put it right.” It occurred to her that she should have left Eva a note, telling her to send the fool boy back East, away from the desert. I suppose we’ve done as much as humans can do, and now it’s up to somebody else.”, She went out into the garden and found the jackalope wife asleep under the stairs. Or better yet, left her alone and never gone out in the desert at all.”. “Still are,” he agreed. Loved it. “But you know I’ve always had a soft spot for you, Maggie Harken.”. “She knew I was there! “Wake up.”. They moved slow, the two of them. “Why does she look like that?” whispered her grandson, huddled into his chair. “Not them either,” she said to the jackalope wife. The jackalope is a mythical animal of North American folklore (a fearsome critter) described as a jackrabbit with antelope horns. He set her down gently and picked up one of the cigarettes. When somebody called, she lay flat in the garden, down among the beans, and nobody saw her at all. His grandmother used to tell him that it was a miracle he hadn’t been drowned as a child, and for her he’d laugh, but not for anyone else. These writers will say your characters must… From down in the desert, they heard the first notes of a sudden wild music. Either she’d raised a fool for a daughter or not, and likely she wouldn’t be around to tell. The Father of Rabbits let out a long sigh. Better he’d bashed her head in with a rock than this.”. The air was cool and gray. It doesn’t matter what he meant to do. 4.9 out of 5 stars 88. I’m glad to read a good American faerytale. Must now go link at 2nd favorite board. “It was easier that way,” she said. She screamed like a dying rabbit!”, “Of course it hurts her!” yelled Grandma. Who would have thought he had so much ambition in him, to catch a jackalope wife? by jackalope. It was uncanny, sure, but they never did anybody any harm. The sun started to sink and the wind hissed and the jackalope wife was asleep or dead. Maybe we smell alike, thought Grandma. You have a wonderful understanding of the dark side of fairy tales. Looking forward to reading more of your work. Saw this story recommended on io9 (I think), and mistook it for Ursula LeGuin at first, marking it to read later. “You could have finished it, too,” said Eva softly. Short Fiction Spotlight Short Fiction Spotlight: The Second Life of the Jackalope Wife. Relax, child. Top industry topics by social Engagement ... jackalope wives… A coyote watched them from up on the hillside. Favorite This. The cigarettes he ignored. We’re nearly there.”. Caught up her skin and hid it from her to keep her changing?”. When a young man accidentally mutilates a jackalope wife, his Grandma Harken takes charge of her. “It’s not so bad, being a human,” she said. I really need the themes for my study. “You get over what you can’t have faster then you get over what you could. The ravens laughed to themselves at the bottom of the wash. Then he dipped his head and bowed to Grandma Harken and a rattlesnake as long as a man slithered away into the evening. “I threw it in the fire,” he said. “I found where he hid it after he died and I burned it myself. Grandma Harken stepped forward. You couldn’t even get too close or they’d take fright and run away. At first, Grandma worried that the townspeople would see her, and lord knew what would happen then. The young men used to get together and whisper, saying they were gonna catch them a jackalope wife. This reminds me of some of Ursula K. Le Guin’s stuff – “Buffalo Gals” in particular. Beautifully written. Good catch, Lenora! Jackalope Wives And Other Stories. The Mary Sue is pleased to present strange, beautiful new fiction from Apex Magazine each month. The sand was soft underfoot and miserably hard for a girl walking with a crutch. I’ve made the correction. The small sickle horns were hard weights in her hands. Favorite poems include Godmother and This Vote Is Legally Binding. “He might want a life, you know. “He’s one of the Patterned People, and they only know the one way.”. “Oh, you goddamn stupid fool. But the jackalope wife was the color of dust and she still had a wild animal’s stillness. Jynx. "Jackalope Wives" applies the myth of Selkies and Wereseals to jackalopes, so that they can be forced to take human form if their skins are hidden. Ursula, you have quite the way with words. This is the bit where you get a choice. Ursula Vernon's short story Jackalope Wives adapts the myth for the American southwest by exchanging seals for jackalopes. That’s “Spud and Cochise”, by Oliver LaFarge. Grandma Harken sat back. It’s a glorious tale. The jackalope wife looked at her with doe–dark eyes and didn’t move, and if she were a human, Grandma Harken would have itched to slap her. Well done, as always. Nine pages in all. A hummingbird zipped inches from her head, dabbing its bill into the flowers, and the jackalope’s face turned, unsmiling, to follow it. What an amazing story! Be cruel or be kind, but don’t be both, because now you’ve made a mess you can’t clean up in a hurry.”, She stood up, breathing hard, and looked down at the wreck on her hearth. “Did you come out here for a little wild company?”. Join our mailing list to receive the latest news and updates from Apex Magazine. What makes it stand out of them all is the touch of a magical authenticity which is rare when you infuse myth with the real world. He scrambled to his feet and ran for the door. There couldn’t have been more than few scraps of fur left unburnt. “It happens I might have a spare skin,” said the Father of Rabbits. If you haven’t read it, you must. Too many stones in your belly now.” He shook his head regretfully. You did right at the end, bringing her here, even if you made a mess of the rest, from first to last.”. Thank you Ursula, as always. For the jackalope wives were shy of humans. I wonder about Spud meeting up with the Father of … of any people. “Maybe it runs in families.”. [6] Strange Horizons noted that, by basing the story on "a piece of inauthentic kitsch", Vernon avoided issues of cultural appropriation. “It’ll do,” she said. At least this one has a real ending, not like some other published stories that I wouldn’t pay 5 cents to read. Pizza break. It’s part of a dance as old as the jackalopes themselves. In Santa Fe, Jackalope is a home and garden shopping destination that is considered one of the top-twenty shopping locations in all of Santa Fe. “Well,” she said. At the top was a high fractured stone that cast a finger of shadow like the wedge of a sundial. “Never seen that before.” He lit a cigarette and blew the smoke into the air. When the wild music came through town, a couple of notes skittering on the sand, then people knew the jackalope wives were out. wow. Tue Feb 11, 2014 12:00pm. The coyotes sang up the moon. (And now you will ask me about the musicians that played for the jackalope wives. The hummingbird buzzed away. The wind tugged at them and sent them spinning off the side of the bluff. My friends and I spent several minutes chatting on Skype swooning over this story. Kelly. Her grandson caught the edge of the door and hauled it open. “Ha! And the fans rejected the attempt of a small minority to impose its ideology on the nominations via slate-voting. They sat in silence at the top of the bluff. “You think you can have your skin and your freedom burned away in front of you and not scream? Eventually the girls learn better. “Oh, well, you know.” He waved a hand. She stank of urine and burning hair. If you were lucky, you might catch a whole line of them outlined against the sky, on the top of a bluff, the shadow of horns rising off their brows. So the young man with the touch of magic watched the jackalope wife dancing and you know as well as I do what young men dream about. She was going to be calm, because otherwise she was going to pick up the fire poker and club her own flesh and blood over the head with it. Grandma Harken clenched one hand into a fist and rested her forehead on it. They were set too wide apart in a human face, with a cleft lip and long rabbit ears. If you pleased. A jackalope is a cryptid from North American folklore. She pulled a dead mouse out of a mousetrap and took a half–dozen cigarettes down from behind the clock. by T. Kingfisher | May 2, 2017. “How long you going to wait?” asked the Father of Rabbits. He ran. He dropped her down in front of the hearth and grabbed for his grandmother’s hands. The door slammed shut, and left her alone with the wreckage of the jackalope wife. by jackalope. Includes The Tomato Thief winner of 2017 Hugo Award - Best Novelette From award-winning author T. Kingfisher comes a collection of short stories, including Jackalope Wives, The Tomato Thief, Pocosin, and many others. They’d lay belly down at the edge of the bluff and look down on the fire and the dancing shapes — and they’d go away aching, for all the good it did them. The smart ones heave themselves back to shore and the slower ones wake up married with a husband who lies around and suffers in their direction. The word jackalope is a portmanteau of jackrabbit and antelope.Many jackalope taxidermy mounts, including the original, are made with deer antlers.. 17: The Deluge" by, "I Live With You" by Carol Emshwiller (2006), "Welcome to Your Authentic Indian Experience™" by Rebecca Roanhorse (2018), This page was last edited on 19 July 2020, at 15:04. They meet at their home, a three-story, modern-looking building on a grassy bluff overlooking the ocean, then head to his beach club by teleporting, or instantly moving to a … Chibi Witch- October $1 Patreon only base. 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