My valkyrie Hums a song, my song, our song, when I slip into her, human into metal - and she roars into space, her wings of silver, her shield of adamantium. We collect souls, not for Valhalla, not for Odin, but to protect our space, the star-strewn runes of Freya not the Jotun, not ice giants, but the deep darkness encroaching like an oil slick. My valkyrie Hums a song, my song, our song, when I disconnect from her, back to human - and I know I will go back again, my wings of silver, my shield of adamantium. fight the eternal fight, sing the eternal song. About Joyce ChngBorn in Singapore but a global citizen, Joyce Chng writes mainly science fiction and YA. She likes steampunk and tales of transformation/transfiguration. Her fiction has appeared in Crossed Genres, The Apex Book of World SF II, We See A Different Frontier, Cranky Ladies of History, and Accessing The Future. Her YA science fiction trilogy is published by Singapore publisher, Math Paper Press. She can be found at A Wolf’s Tale (awolfstale.wordpress.com);
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