“ Rebecca woke up with her knees hurting and her fingers ice-cold, and the specifics of her life returned to her as the dream disappeared: weekend, hotel room, Baguio, memory, memory, memory. Eliza Victoria
“ As the wind continued to howl and groan through her decaying body, she began to sing her story. Ken Liu
“ One day, I decided to be an island. I took off my clothes and walked into the sea, then floated there, bobbing along with the tide, suspended by my inflatable tube and water wings. Ng Yi-Sheng
