The Coyote Road: Trickster Tales

The Coyote Road: Trickster Tales

Ellen Datlow, Terri Windling

Language: English

Pages: 331


Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Coyote. Anansi. Brer Rabbit. Trickster characters have long been a staple of folk literature. Twenty-six authors, including Holly Black (The Spiderwick Chronicles), Charles de Lint (Little (Grrl) Lost), Ellen Klages, (The Green Glass Sea), Kelly Link (Pretty Monsters), Patricia A, McKillip (Ombria in Shadow), and Jane Yolen, have crafted stories and poems drawing from cultures and traditions all over the world—each surprising, engrossing, and thought provoking. Terri Windling provides a comprehensive introduction to the trickster myths of the world, and the entire book is highlighted by the remarkable decorations of Charles Vess.

The Coyote Road, like its companions The Green Man (winner of the World Fantasy Award) and The Faery Reel (a World Fantasy Award Finalist), is essential reading for anyone interested in contemporary fantasy fiction.














being a trickster even though she had retired from that role. Because of the “trick,” both women were able to come to terms with their true wild natures. BLACK ROCK BLUES Will Shetterly He’s running above the sun-splashed ocean, leaping from cloud to rainbow and back again, grinning because no one can catch him, when someone walks up beside him, smiles in the smuggest way, and says, “Wakey-wakey.” He says, “G’way,” and pulls the sleeping bag over his head. The smug walker is a beautiful

Zilla slept in the carriage. Ozma lay with her head on the little pile of white petals, and the constable and the empress and the kitten boy curled up in her hair. All night long the green beetles scurried around the camp, carrying fire on their backs. It didn’t seem to upset them, and it was very beautiful. Whenever Ozma woke in the night, the ground was alive with little moving green lights. That was the thing about magic. Sometimes it was beautiful and sometimes it seemed to Ozma that it was

said nothing at all. Jemma said a great deal, but very little of it was interesting. Lady Rosa Fralix had never married as far as anyone knew. She was a scholar and a collector of holy relics and antiquities. She had traveled a great deal in her youth. She had no heir. Ozma went up the stairs to bed. Zilla was acting as lady’s maid to Lady Fralix, or rifling through secret drawers, or most likely of all, had gone back to the temple to light candles again. Jemma had started a fire in the grate in

Pure Land. “So tell me how you came to have that key?” The youth leaned against the cage door. “The pair gave it to me.” “The pair? So they seek to make amends for the mischief done to me.” Seeing a smile on the battered face made Yuan feel worse, and he remained silent. Why deceive him? “We should go back to them.” “Indeed, I will, but first I would claim my wife.” “No—” “Thank you, my friend, for being the hand that rescued me. I hope one day to repay your help.” Chaap ran for the door.

him. “I have to go,” he said. “But you know where to find me.” “I don’t know any such thing.” “Follow the crow roads.” “But that’s just a—” “It’s not just a story. It’s not something you can use now, but you can hold on to it against a time when maybe you’ll feel you need something just like that.” “I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” “I know you don’t. But I hope you’ll remember all the same. And Annie? Bring me a name when you do come.” He started back toward the railway

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