He felt her lean, her barbels shivering, and turned to face the way her wedge-shaped head twisted. There were a lot of gillies in Kadath’s hallways, and they all stopped to blink at mongoose bicycles. One, an indenturee, stopped and made an elaborate hand-flapping bow. Irizarry felt one of Mongoose’s tendrils work itself through two… Continue reading Mongoose By Sarah Monette And Elizabeth Bear