Lussadh is smiling when she says, "Nuawa Dasaret, my lieutenant, will you be my bride?"
"Yes." Nuawa reaches for her, stretching on tiptoes to meet Lussadh. "I accept. Yes, General Lussadh al-Kattan, commander of winter, I will be your bride."
About the Author
Benjanun Sriduangkaew writes love letters to strange cities, beautiful bugs, and the future. Her work has appeared on Tor.com, in Beneath Ceaseless Skies, Clarkesworld, and year’s best collections. She was shortlisted for the Campbell Award for Best New Writer, and her debut novella Scale-Bright was nominated for the British SF Association Award. She is the author of Winterglass, Mirrorstrike, and And Shall Machines Surrender. She has lived in Bangkok, Hong Kong, and Jakarta.
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