Review: Rebecca Chace on N. K. Jemisin

As if things weren’t scary enough, practically every bus station in New York City has a poster of an attractive couple looking out at us, seemingly unaware of the huge tentacles covered with suckers rising up behind them. We can’t seem to get enough of those slimy, uncanny limbs reaching out of the deep like a nest of overgrown octopi. From Jules Verne’…