Twenty Epics

Twenty Epics

Language: English

Pages: 221

ISBN: 1847280668

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Epics have lost their charm. There was a time when you finished an epic. When an epic left you feeling not discontent and exhausted, but joyous, melancholy, rejuvenated, satisfied -- left you feeling that you were a better person for the experience. TWENTY EPICS will bring that feeling back. In ten thousand words or less. All-new stories from Christopher Rowe, Tim Pratt, Alan DeNiro, Rachel McGonagill, K.D. Wentworth, Marcus Ewert, Christopher Barzak, Meghan McCarron, Stephen Eley, Jon Hansen, Paul Berger, David Schwartz, Sandra McDonald, Jack Mierzwa, Mary Robinette Kowal, Zoe Selengut, Ian McHugh, Yoon Ha Lee, Benjamin Rosenbaum, and Scott William Carter. Edited by David Moles and Susan Marie Groppi. Finalist for the 2007 World Fantasy Award for best anthology.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Some danced. He heard soft murmurs of conversation, footfalls, and the rush of a river. In the street, dressed in feathers or gold plates or swirls of shadow, blue-skinned people passed. One such creature, dressed in fine silk, was just passing Marish. “Your pardon,” said Marish, “what place be this here?” The man looked at Marish slowly. He had a red jewel in the center of his forehead, and it flickered as he talked. “That depends on how you enter it,” he said, “and who you are, but for you,

shrugs. “They’re for you, Jessica. But here. You can have the stars here, if you like.” The Bird Woman looks past the Star Catcher’s face, over his shoulder, at the lighthouse towering behind him, beaming, light stockpiled at the top level. For a moment, she considers the choice she has to make. She will have to have things brought here from her own cottage. She will not be able to do this without help. Finally she turns back to the Star Catcher. “Here then,” she says, brushing by him, head held

she asked. 5 “No,” scented the Angel, “for the ways of God are not the ways of your people, and they would suffer much hardship learning the differences.” And Ant was chastened. 6 “There is the home for your people,” scented the Angel. And Ant looked down to see a wall at the foot of the House of God. 7 Although it was tiny compared to God’s House, Ant could see the wall surrounded a great weight of good dark earth many times larger than the Hill, and would hold uncounted number of Ant’s

judgments? As if in a slow-motion dream Frank swung a punch that flattened the asshole’s nose and sent blood splattering in the air. He saw his hands tighten around the guy’s neck. When he next woke up he was in a small dark cell, his own face bloody and swollen. Locked in solitary confinement with only his imagination for company, Frank soared over the marsh in a seaplane as Buckeye Jim’s scarf trailed in the wind. He revisited his honeymoon in a wooden cabin near Niagara Falls, the thunder of

judgments? As if in a slow-motion dream Frank swung a punch that flattened the asshole’s nose and sent blood splattering in the air. He saw his hands tighten around the guy’s neck. When he next woke up he was in a small dark cell, his own face bloody and swollen. Locked in solitary confinement with only his imagination for company, Frank soared over the marsh in a seaplane as Buckeye Jim’s scarf trailed in the wind. He revisited his honeymoon in a wooden cabin near Niagara Falls, the thunder of

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