Any Way the Wind Blows

by Seanan McGuire

“Are the mammals moving slowly and with confidence, or are they cowering in the subway tunnels?”

We once found a parallel where the pigeons had somehow turned carnivorous and bloodthirsty. A flock could pick the flesh off a human’s bones in under a minute, the piranhas of the sky.

“Captain on the deck,” I call, voice pitched high and carrying. They ignore me. “Captain on the deck and carrying her dissection kit,” I call, and they snap to attention,

“We don’t know local customs, pathogens, or linguistics, so the first team will consist of the four of you. Try to avoid contact with the government, or causing any branch of law enforcement to be activated.

See the parallel worlds, experience wonders beyond imagining, and possibly get consumed by them, that’s the gig.