Louis Evans grew up in a Manhattan high rise. (Where does your father work. What does your mother do.) He lives not far from rising waters. His work has appeared previously in Little Blue Marble, as well as in Vice, F&SF, Nature: Futures, and more.
The Ball at the End of the World existed at that narrow intersection of refined taste, decadent excess, and ironic misanthropy where all truly daring social coups occur. Of course it was Salvatore Arravanche’s idea. And because it was an Arravanche event, everyone came. There were no invitations—no illuminated scraps of cardstock, no cloying notifications […]
So. The Svalmen have always been renowned as the wisest and most warlike among men, and the most blessed. Did not the gods, in the frozen age before they made the world, visit Svalbard and there construct the great fortress Frøkvelv, and fill its catacombs and passageways with those seeds of wholesome grains that now […]