The Best Science Fiction and Fantasy of the Year, Volume 6

The Best Science Fiction and Fantasy of the Year, Volume 6

Language: English

Pages: 531

ISBN: B00CB5HPKU

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The science fiction and fantasy fields continue to evolve, setting new marks with each passing year. For the sixth year in a row, master anthologist Jonathan Strahan has collected stories to captivate, entertain, and showcase the very best the genre has to offer. Critically acclaimed, and with a reputation for including award-winning speculative fiction, The Best Science Fiction and Fantasy of the Year is the only major "best of" anthology to collect both fantasy and science fiction under one cover.

Jonathan Strahan has edited more than thirty anthologies and collections, including The Locus Awards (with Charles N. Brown), The New Space Opera (with Gardner Dozois), and Swords and Dark Magic: The New Sword and Sorcery.

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The Dimension Next Door

9 Tales of Space and Time

Terror Incognita

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

but he had never bothered to learn more, interested only in the structure that would bridge it. In any case, living things interested him less than structures. Nights, Kit worked on the table in his room. Teniant’s plans had to be revised. He opened the folios and cases she had left behind and read everything he found there. He wrote letters, wrote lists, wrote schedules, made duplicates of everything, sent to the capital for someone to do all the subsequent copying. His new plans for the bridge

day like this. It was possible that the distance came from him, he realized suddenly. He came to a place and built something, passing through the lives of people for a few months or years. He always left. A road through dangerous terrain or a bridge across mist saved lives and increased trade, but it always changed the world as well. It was his job to make a thing and then leave to make the next one—but it was also his preference not to remain and see what he had made. What would Nearside and

saw that he was beyond help. His head had been knocked out of shape by the shard that stuck in his temple, and blood was soaking into the sand around it. The dragon had completely broken apart now. Incandescent stuff dripped and hissed into steaming water and the burning light was growing brighter. Like almost everyone else, Lucas turned and ran. Heat clawed at his back as he slogged to the top of the ridge. He saw Damian sitting on the sand, right hand clamped on the upper part of his left

“I’m don’t mean fairy stories,” Jason Playne said. “I’m talking about the army ordering people to give back anything to do with that dragon thing. You stole something and you don’t give it back and they find out? They’ll arrest you. And if you try to sell it? Well, I can tell you for a fact that the people in that trade are mad and bad. I should know. I’ve met one or two of them in my time.” “I’m sure Lucas will take that to heart,” Julia said. And that was that, except after Jason Playne had

Bohec; but he was born Aimeric de Beguilhan, third son of a minor Northern squire, raised in the farmyard and the stables, destined for an uneventful career in the Ministry. When he came here, he had a place to read Logic, Literature and Rhetoric, and by his own account he’d never composed a bar of music in his life. In Bohec (I have no idea where it is), music consisted of tavern songs and painfully refined dances from the previous century; it featured in his life about as much as the sea, which

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