"Lieutenant, you are looking at the only Starfleet cadet who ever beat the no-win scenario."
We had high hopes that we'd be able to surpass our #4 bestseller spot for June's issue at Weightless Books and snag the #3 position.
We did not.
We crashed right into the #2 bestseller spot.
Only Lightspeed did better. Very thankful for everyone who has supported us and our authors by purchasing an issue, following/retweeting us on Twitter, liking us on Facebook, and for everything else you've done.
In other news, we have a new review out by Guy Faux Books. Currently this is on our Amazon page for August's issue, but soon you'll be able to find it on their tumblr as well. They had the following to say:
"Vaporous, pink exhaust blankets industrial wastes and obscures an ominous-looking robotic giant in the distance. An awe-struck figure stands in the fore, impotent in the shadow of this ironwork behemoth. The August issue of Bastion Science Fiction Magazine seizes your attention with this rich cover-art by Milan Jaram right away, simultaneously setting the tone and implicating you in an epic confrontation with the unknown and the strange.
Beyond Jaram’s apocalyptic vision and Editor-in-Chief R. Leigh Hennig’s endearing opening letter are eight short stories that boast the kind of horror, intrigue, and age-old inquiry that readers are wont to find in a good science fiction collection. Among the eight, there are a number that render you as helpless as the figure on the cover, dwarfed before the future, and uncertain ahead of a bloody past.
This time around, Bastion’s hook is baited with Clint Spivey’s “The Skip.” What it lacks in cognitive dissonance, it delivers doubly in atmosphere. Emma Osborne’s military sci-fi is similarly compelling, although somewhat melodramatic. Mary Agner’s subsequent futurist reflections are both poetic and sincere. The strongest story in the issue, however, is William Delman’s first work of science fiction. Delman’s “The Cure” could very well serve as a rural tangent to Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? While Deckard’s off retiring androids one city over, a Mars colonial named Simon returns to his weatherworn and bullet-shredded family farm, secreted out and away from the glare of the once-mentioned, futuristic metropoles. Delman juxtaposes domestic drama against a fleshy backdrop of interplanetary colonization, anti-Martian radicalism, and small-town politics. Hook, line, and sinker.
Bastion—home to a variety of perspectives, subgenres, and themes—evidences its scope in this issue again with J. Daniel Batt and Frank Smith’s stories. While Batt takes a hard-science approach to reincarnation, Smith’s “Mirror of Stars” blasts right out of the pages of Heavy Metal; across the gas-lit asteroid belts of elsewhere, and into a space-pirate odyssey. The first is a thoughtful gem for the magazine’s diadem, and the latter is just a lot of fun.
Two months back, I found myself scouring the net for a good science fiction zine/journal apart from the usual suspects, and found myself exhausted and frustrated. For whatever reason, 2012 appears to have been Passover to all of the sci-fi mag firstborn. I found nothing but dead links, haunted and dated zines, and flickering Geocities-pages from yesteryear. I am overjoyed that Bastion has stepped into the vacuum with a hell-can’t-stop-me attitude, a sharp design, and strong content. Notwithstanding the occasional tense and formatting issue, this magazine brims with fervour, creativity, and the best from both up-and-coming and established authors.
The magazine’s head editor, R. Leigh Hennig, states in the preface: “Our meaningful growth means that Bastion is not just a flash in the pan.” It’s not a flash in the pan, R. Leigh; the shot’s found its target, and will definitely leave a mark."