Datlow, Ellen (ed) - Body Shocks / Датлоу, Эллен (ред) - Телесные шоки [2021, epub, ENG]

The Travellers Stay short story by Ray Cluley Toother short story by Terry Dowling Painlessness novelette by Kirstyn McDermott You Go Where It Takes You / По воле волн short story by Nathan Ballingrud A Positive short story by Kaaron Warren La beauté sans vertu short story by Genevieve Valentine Subsumption short story by Lucy Taylor Spar / Спасательный челнок short story by Kij Johnson It Was the Heat short story by Pat Cadigan Atwater novelette by Cody Goodfellow The Transfer short story by Edward Bryant Welcome to Mengele's short story by Simon Bestwick Black Neurology: A Love Story short fiction by Richard Kadrey Cuckoo short story by Angela Slatter Cinereous short story by Livia Llewellyn The Truth That Lies Under Skin and Meat short story by Cassandra Khaw Natural Skin short story by Alyssa Wong The Lake short story by Tananarive Due I'm Always Here short story by Richard Christian Matheson The Look short story by Christopher Fowler The Old Women Who Were Skinned short story by Carmen Maria Machado Spores / Споры novelette by Seanan McGuire Sweet Subtleties short story by Lisa L. Hannett Elegy for a Suicide short story by Caitlín R. Kiernan Skin City short story by Gemma Files A True Friend short fiction by Brian Evenson What I Found in the Shed short story by Tom Johnstone Fabulous Beasts novelette by Priya Sharma Tissue Ablation and Variant Regeneration: A Case Report short story by Michael Blumlein

By night the motel was nameless, the stuttering fluorescence of its neon sign only a rectangular outline of where words once were. The light made the shadows of the building darker and gave moths the false hope of somewhere to go, collecting the dust from their broken wings so that a once vibrant white was now mottled and sulphurous. By day the place fared no more favourably. The title of its sign was visible, Travellers Stay, but so was the fact that it needed a fresh coat of paint twenty years ago; flakes peeled like scabrous sores. In sunlight, the building behind the sign was more than a dark shape but not much more, the drab monotony of its sun-bleached walls broken only by the repetition of plain numbered doors. When Matt arrived, the motel was neither of these places but something in between. Dusk was a veil that disguised before and after and the motel looked as good as it ever could. Anyone who came to the Travellers Stay came at dusk. . . .