Jacob's wife arrived the day the moon was full, pulling a suitcase on wheels behind her. She looked younger than she had sounded: sleek and blond with bright red lipstick, which suited her. She wore a belted black leather coat and small, tasteful gold hoops in her ears. She looked just as bored as she'd sounded on the phone, reaching out to ring the bell with casual disregard. Susan opened the door and saw that the woman's green eyes were focused not on the gun in Susan's hand, but on the small back yard. "I see he isn't quite ripe yet," Jacob's wife said.
Haddayr Copley-Woods is a Minneapolis-based writer and radio commentator with stories in places such as Strange Horizons, Ideomancer, and Polyphony. She has reprints in Best American Erotica and Best Romantic Fantasy.
Listen To Me, Tumbarumba: a frolic of intrusions, October, 2008.Dead, Strange Horizons, February, 2008, (received Honorable Mention in Best Horror of the Year Volume 1, edited by Ellen Datlow)Dust, Flytrap, November, 2007Meeting, Say . . . What's the Combination? June, 2007And I Ask Myself The Same Question, Polyphony 6, November, 2006 Hot, Ideomancer, September 2006 Cows, Water, Whiskey, Flytrap, June, 2006The Desires of Houses, Strange Horizons, February, 2006 (anthologized in Best Romantic Fantasy 2007 and Best of Best American Erotica 2008, and available as a podcast at Podcastle) Borne Away, Strange Horizons, June, 2004. Grammercy Park, Ratbastards: A Mischief of Rats, Velocity Press, June, 2003
I write darkish emotional fantasy and angry, fiery essays.
I want to revise a novel and write its synopsis and chapter summary by the end of the summer.