A grieving woman is visited by the close friend of her recently departed lover. Over a few glasses of wine he explains the nature of that departure, and the nature of the job they do – moving between branes, fixing holes that could damage the multiverse. Fine as far as it goes, but having opened a little through which much more could be seen, Sullivan leaves the reader with just that tantalising glimpse.
- Geoffrey A. Landis. Demiurge. (Fantasy & Science Fiction, March/April 2012)
- Steve Rasnic Tem. Twember. (Interzone #239, Mar-April 2012)