Year's Best SF 7
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Once again, the year's finest flights of speculative imagination are gathered in one extraordinary volume, compiled by acclaimed editor and anthologist David G. Hartwell. From some of the most renowned visionaries of contemporary SF -- as well as new writers who are already making an indelible mark -- comes an all-new compendium of unparalleled tales of the possible that will enthrall, astonish, terrify, and elate. Stories of strange worlds and mind-boggling futures, of awesome discoveries and apocalyptic disasters, of universes light years distant and deep within the human consciousness, are collected here as SF's brightest lights shine more radiantly than ever before.
the dog hasn’t been out. And we all look alike to you; you said that too.” Go-Between was silent for a long moment. “There are things we do not tell you,” he said finally. “Just as I am certain there are things you do not tell us.” The dog lowered his nose to her shoes, apparently finding a fascinating scent there. Suddenly, a good many puzzles came together. The long silences, and the friendship with dogs, and the fact that King Darhu never spoke…. “Hiraz recognized Walter by smell,” she
black man behind the counter for a package of gum. “This a bad neighborhood?” The counterman did not smile. “It’s not good.” “I heard it was really bad,” Jay said. “This doesn’t look so bad.” The counterman shrugged. “One and a quarter for that.” Jay gave him a hundred. “Where would it be worse?” “Don’t know.” The counterman held Jay’s hundred up to the light and fingered the paper. “You pushin’ queer? I knows what you looks like now.” “Keep the change,” Jay said. The counterman stared.
rest. Reaching under her shirt, she pulled out the vial of Vlad’s bacteria and added a few drops to the synthesizer. Her heart thudded painfully against her breastbone. She keyed the software to splice the Streptococcus genes into Vlad’s bacteria, seemingly as just one more routine assignment in its enzyme work. This was by no means a guaranteed operation. Vlad had used a simple bacteria that took engineering easily, but even with malleable bacteria and state-of-the-art software, sometimes
“Supernatural Private Eye.” “Kill me…”It was the same voice. I held the phone so Prang and Boudin could hear. “I know who you are,” I said. “I want to help. Where are you?” “In the dark…dreaming…” Click. “Was that who I think it was?” Prang asked, and it was not exactly a question. “That,” I said, “was your Enormé. “These calls come only when the moon is rising or setting.” “Civil twilight,” said Boudin. “The mind is open to all sorts of strange impressions right after waking or just
of my heart.” Anthony nodded, pained with emotion. “I thought I’d die without her,” his father said. “Five years. I never expected…I’ve met somebody. The sister of a man whose house I’m renovating. We’ve gotten to know each other, and…Well, I…What I need to ask is, Would you object, would you see it as a betrayal of your mother if…” Anthony felt pressure in his tear ducts. “Would I object?” His eyes misted. “All I want is for you to be happy.” Anthony was the best man at his father’s