Noel Chidwick
Art Director:
Mark Toner
Deputy Editor/Poetry Editor:
Russell Jones
Reviews Editor:
Iain Maloney
Assistant Editor & First Reader:
Monica Burns
With thanks to Emily Walsh, Rosie Gailor, Anna Williamson and Sean Larney
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Pull up a Log
By now you will have witnessed the hideous reveal in the fourth of our series of covers by artist Sara Julia. Originally from Switzerland, Sara is a comic artist and illustrator based in Edinburgh and she has been on the Shoreline art team since issue one in which she provided the artwork for Approaching 43,000 Candles (Guy T Martland)—a story that I thought well nigh impossible to illustrate. Well done Sara for proving me wrong.
By issue 2 we decided to give Sara the cover and she produced a wonderful seasonal scene from the Shoreline of Infinity world with a mysterious figure enjoying the view. We were so impressed by this that we wondered how she would approach the other three seasons and offered her a series of covers culminating in the one in this volume, and now you can follow a year in the life of the strange space explorer.
Here is a little idea for budding Shoreline writers. Our editorial team might be very interested in a well-written story filling out Sara’s cover illustrations. Just saying.
This has proved such a good concept that we are starting into a new series of four covers by Sara’s fellow Shoreline artist Stephen Pickering. Long ago, Stephen moved from England to Scotland’s wild south west and he brings a lovely old school aesthetic to our pages. He also started with us in issue one illustrating See You Later (M Luke McDonell) and providing the sequence of images for our story competition. So watch the next four covers to see the adventures of Stephen’s character, The Reader, and future issues for more sequenced art stories from the worlds that meet on the Shoreline of Infinity.
Mark Toner
Art Director
Shoreline of Infinity
September 2016
The Revolution Will Be Catered
Iain Maloney
Art: P Emerson Williams
“Wake up, Zeke.Wake up.”
Zeke coughed, a hacking, rattling expulsion that shook him alert. He leaned over the side of his bed and spat into the cereal bowl. Something with more filaments than saliva should consist of splattered into the previous night’s dribble of milk and flakes. He pulled himself up onto his knees, his head still buried in the pillow.
“Wake up, Zeke. This is your wake-up call. It’s 00:00. Wake up.”
“I’m ... uh ... up.”
In the darkness, he found the drinking tube and yanked it towards him, letting the cool, filtered water wash away the taste coating his mouth. He coughed again, spat again, then arched his back, stretching and cracking the sleep out of his bones.
It was still dark outside. He shifted through a few basic yoga positions, his blood belatedly beginning to flow. It was still dark outside—the thought was insistent. Living on the forty-seventh floor Zeke rarely bothered tinting the windows. So a few birds occasionally caught sight of him naked, and even if the window-cleaning bots sometimes surprised him, it wasn’t worth the effort of giving the command to the House each morning and night. He and the House got along best if they left each other alone.
Dark?
“House, what time did you say it was?”
“It is now 00:09.”
“You woke me at midnight?”
