Fearsome Journeys: The New Solaris Book of Fantasy
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A brand new series briging you Fantasy stories from some of the biggest and most exciting names in the genre! The authors appearing in the launch volume include Trudi Canavan, Elizabeth Bear, Daniel Abraham, Kate Elliott, Saladin Ahmed, Glen Cook, Scott Lynch, Ellen Klages, Ellen Kushner & Ysabeau Wilce, Jeffrey Ford, Robert Redick and KJ Parker.
An amazing array of the most popular and exciting names in Fantasy are set to appear in the first in a brand new series of Fantasy anthologies featuring original fiction, from the master editor Jonathan Strahan. The authors appearing in the launch volume include Trudi Canavan, Elizabeth Bear, Daniel Abraham, Kate Elliott, Saladin Ahmed, Glen Cook, Scott Lynch, Ellen Klages, Ellen Kushner & Ysabeau Wilce, Jeffrey Ford, Robert Redick and KJ Parker.
reluctantly sentenced his men and women to a cold camp, to help preserve the illusion that large contingents in Elaran blue had fled south during the night. We sorcerers received our food from Millowend’s indentured culinary imps, their pinched green faces grotesque under their red leather chef’s hats, their ovens conveniently located in another plane of existence. As the sun crept upward, the Iron Ring lines began to form, regimental pennants fluttering like sails above a dark and creeping sea.
upon yourselves, or service and fair payment for that service.” Something—something besides the obvious—wasn’t right here. “If the Shadow Weavers are rising, if the true Diamond Diadem has been found, why doesn’t the Empress just send the Legion in?” Zok asked. “You men of the Blackhair North have strange ways. Here in the civilized world, a criminal does not interrogate an ordained Fatherpriest,” Gabrien said, but Zok saw the answer in the man’s eyes. “The Empress doesn’t know.” Zok knew it
the woods. Tailings piles.” He might know. He supposedly ran away from some mines when he was thirteen. But we all lie about who we used to be. One-Eye was right about the people. They were bothered. Elmo suggested, “Let’s don’t let them know we’re here.” We kept a rotating one-man watch. THE MOON WAS full. I had the watch. Whittle would relieve me. Shifting moon shadows had me spooked. I squeaked like a little girl when Whittle got there. “Gods damn! Do you have to sneak?” “Yes.” Of
Croaker, run. Run like hell is on your ass, because it is for sure going to be, real soon now, and it will be very, very hungry. The miracle in this latest miracle escape had just turned out to have a great big old hairy-assed shaggy dog story ending. THE GHOST MAKERS ELIZABETH BEAR THE FACELESS MAN walked out of the desert at sunset, when the gates of the City of Jackals wound ponderously closed on silent machinery. He was the last admitted. His kind were made by Wizards, and
the borders of the broken floor. He moved from shelf to shelf, lifting up sculptures, books of poetry, pottery vases—and reverentially, one at a time, crushing them with his dented hands. Wiping blood from his sword, the Dead Man watched him work. “You want some help with that?” The Gage shook his head. “That’s how you knew he didn’t live downstairs.” “Hmm?” “No art.” The Gage shrugged. “You looking for something in particular?” “Yes.” The Gage’s big hand enfolded a small object. He held