Stories
| Title | Author |
| Work in Progress | Nick Wallace |
| The Tears of Laughter | David N. Smith |
| Perspectives: Tribal Reservations | Philip Purser-Hallard |
| Outside the Wall | Sin Deniz |
| Key | Jonathan Blum |
| The Inconstant Gallery | James Swallow |
| Perspectives: Quire as Folk | Philip Purser-Hallard |
| Cabinets of Curiosities | Mags L. Halliday |
| Anightintheninthage | Lance Parkin |
| Grey's Anatomy | Simon A. Forward |
| The Tree that Was | Steven Kitson |
| Perspectives: Forging a Bond | Philip Purser-Hallard |
| The Two-Level Effect | Eddie Robson |
| Let There Be Stars | Mark Michalowski |
| Sleeptalking | John Fletcher |
| Perspectives: Intermissions | Philip Purser-Hallard |
| False Security | Nick Walters |
| The Painting on the Stair | Simon Bucher-Jones |
| The Cost for a Collection | Ian Mond |
| Lock | Kate Orman |
| Perspectives: The Injured Party | Philip Purser-Hallard |
| Mother's Ruin | Dale Smith |
| Future Relations | Philip Purser-Hallard & Nick Wallace |
- The alien scholars "The Quire" were created by contributing author Philip Purser-Hallard, working closely with editor Nick Wallace. Each member of the Quire was named after an archaic bookbinding term.
- Cabinets of Curiosities by Mags Halliday features Freidrich I's Amber Room, which vanished under mysterious circumstances.
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