Beneath Ceaseless Skies Audio Fiction Podcasts

By KJ Kabza, from Issue #435 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online MagazineNarrated by M.K. Hobson.Loory felt a corresponding restless within himself—a shifting, a re-opening, of places that felt both predestined and newly made.More info »

By Grace Seybold, from Issue #432 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online MagazineNarrated by Summer Fletcher.I would be a sword no longer.More info »

By Eleanor Elizabeth Fog, from Issue #431 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online MagazineNarrated by M.K. Hobson.Of all the follies I'd expected, this wasn’t one of them. “You want to carry this parcel that’s been dumped on you without having any say in the matter?”More info »

By Jelena Dunato, from Issue #429 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online MagazineNarrated by M.K. Hobson.He approached Katarina in one smooth move, too fast for her eyes to follow. He smelled of wet leaves and dark forest earth.More info »

By Nicole L. Soper Gorden, from Issue #427 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online MagazineNarrated by M.K. Hobson.But no visitor here would dare turn her in, whether they left with a cloud or not.More info »

By Somto Ihezue, from Issue #425 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online MagazineNarrated by Opeyemi Ogundiran.They put you in a room with the other girls—soon to be brides like yourself.More info »

By S.L. Harris, from Issue #423 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online MagazineI can’t stand the thought of Annemarie flopped on the lake floor, the last thought stamped forever on her mind that no one would come for her.More info »

By Thomas Bales, from Issue #421 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online MagazineThey say that if I stop speaking, the sun will not rise.More info »

By Marissa Lingen, from Issue #418 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online MagazineNarrated by Tina Connolly.It was fair enough, but Alor couldn't say he fancied sleeping on a stone bridge with a lion and no naiads below.More info »

By Rajiv Moté, from Issue #417, Sixteenth Anniversary Double-Issue of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online MagazineNarrated by Michael J. DeLuca.The necromancers' wine wasn't merely dark; it sat in the cup like glistening black oil.More info »