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Our next issue features not one but two incredible novellas. Sam W. Pisciotta sends us to the eighteenth century, where married scientists try to tame chaos after traveling to the New World—but they find their reason is only “A Flame in the Dark.” Reader favorite Allen M. Steele also sends us back in time: we travel with his chrononauts to a major historic disaster—where the mission is to assure the deadly event comes to pass. Is it really “Better the Devil You Know”?
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Welcome to Asimov’s Science Fiction. Fulfilling a lifelong goal, I started my career with Asimov’s in 1982 believing it was the best magazine on earth. I still do.
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Asimov’s Science Fiction Magazine continues to bring together celebrated authors, new talent, and award-winning stories, poems, and articles as it has for over 35 years. The premier literary magazine in the genre, Asimov’s rewards readers with an exciting new trove of adventures in each issue that transport them on journeys examining the human experience across the Universe.
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We are featuring “Hot”—an almost novel-length tale in our May/June 2026 issue! Well-known historical and science fiction novelist, Cecelia Holland’s first story for Asimov’s drops us into an over-heated suburban society on the verge of a climate apocalypse and leaps into breathtaking action. This story of survival and resilience is a novella you won’t want to miss.
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by Greg Egan
Elena woke, aching, itching, queasy. She stumbled out of the bedroom without turning on the lights and made it to the toilet in time to relieve the pressure in her bowels, but no sooner was that done than she was vomiting.
She knelt by the toilet bowl, shivering, empty but still wretched. The tiles against her knees were torture, but as she struggled to her feet every other joint and muscle in her body protested just as loudly. In the bathroom, as she rinsed her mouth out, she squinted into the mirror, and realized that she was peering through barely open eyelids, not as a response to brightness but from the swelling around her eyes squeezing them shut.
Her throat was constricted, too; each inhalation was like sucking molasses through a straw. She made her way back to the bedroom. Daniel had already woken and turned on a lamp, but now he rose and approached her, horrified.
“What’s happening?” he asked.
“Call an ambulance.” Elena wasn’t sure if her words were even audible, but Daniel got the meaning straightaway and grabbed his phone. “Some kind of allergic reaction,” he guessed, as the operator quizzed him. “No, we don’t have an EpiPen. Nothing like this has ever happened before.”
Elena sat on the bed, gasping. Her arms were covered in red blotches. She was beginning to feel light-headed and vertiginous, as if she was perpetually toppling over, even though she could see that she was perfectly still. READ MORE
by Cecelia Holland
Francie scraped half-eaten cake into the garbage and plunged the plate furiously into the kitchen sink. It was her birthday, and she shouldn’t have to wash dishes. Down the hall, she could hear her stepmother yelling at her brother.
“I want that lawn mowed now!”
“It’s hot out there,” Lawrence yelled back. “I’ll get heat stroke.”
“Do what I tell you!” Suellen shouted.
A door slammed. A moment later, through the kitchen window, she saw Lawrence dashing toward the driveway.
”Hey,” Francie said, aloud, although he couldn’t hear her. He had promised to take her out for a driving lesson. She had an appointment on Wednesday to get her driver’s license and she wanted to nail that. He hopped into his car and shot backward down the driveway out of sight.
Suellen stormed into the kitchen, carrying another stack of dishes. Her hair was coiled in a bun on top of her head; she was made up like a movie star. “You kids are so spoiled.” She put the dishes on the counter. “After you’re done here, you’re going to help me fold laundry.”
Francie clenched her teeth. It was her birthday. Suellen went into the dining room and came back with yet more plates from the birthday party lunch, heaped with rib bones, corncobs, bits of potato salad and bread. “Do a good job,” she said. “I don’t want to have to clean up after you.” She stalked out. READ MORE
