by Eugie Foster Trixie got out of her cherry-red godmobile and waved away the flitting cherubim waiting to bear her to her sedan chair. She wasn’t in the mood for a reverent chorus of hosannas, and the sedan chair desperately needed re-springing. She felt every jostle and jounce from...Read More
2016 Apex Magazine Subscription Drive
This year we hope to raise enough revenue to expand our monthly fiction and to increase pay for writers and artists.
Incentives include original fiction by Nisi Shawl, John Hornor Jacobs, Ursula Vernon, and E. Catherine Tobler!