Brutal Women: The Short Stuff

by Kameron Hurley

  Tarik watched her with eyes she knew better than her boy’s. He watched her as the smoke roiled up into the sky behind him.

  “There is no forgiveness for what we do, Nalah,” he said.

  Nalah turned away from him. She stood at the edge of the desert, a woman alone at the edge of the world, a pile of bodies at her back. She saw the future spread out before her as the past, a long unending river of women and ladies, blood and sand.

  “We have a long way to go across the sand before dark,” Nalah said.

  Shani walked at Nalah’s left, Tarik at her right, and Nalah’s fighters followed behind.

  They left a trail of footprints in their wake, footprints as constant as the shifting face of the desert.

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  Table of Contents

  The Women of Our Occupation

  If Women Do Fall They Lie

  Holding Onto Ghosts

  Wonder Maul Doll

  Genderbending At the Madhattered

  My Oracles at the End of the World

  Once, There Were Wolves

  Canticle of the Flesh

  In Freedom, Dying

  Women and Ladies, Blood and Sand