Nebula Awards Showcase 2013
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The Nebula Awards Showcase volumes have been published annually since 1966, reprinting the winning and nominated stories in the Nebula Awards, voted on by the members of the Science Fiction & Fantasy Writers of America(R). The editor selected by SFWA's anthology committee (chaired by Mike Resnick) is two-time Nebula winner, Catherine Asaro. This year's volume includes stories and excerpts by Connie Willis, Jo Walton, Kij Johnson, Geoff Ryman, John Clute, Carolyn Ives Gilman, Ferrett Steinmetz, Ken Liu, Nancy Fulda, Delia Sherman, Amal El-Mohtar, C. S. E. Cooney, David Goldman, Katherine Sparrow, E. Lily Yu, and Brad R. Torgersen.
you know how dangerous it is for a girl like you to be without a traveling pass? If the patrollers found you, they’d put you in chains and drag you back to your master, and that would be a lot of trouble for everybody.” Mrs. Fairchild said, “This is all very well, Dr. Fairchild, but it doesn’t tell us what she was doing in Elizabeth’s bedroom.” Dr. Fairchild sighed. “Very well, Lucy. Sophie. Why were you in Miss Liza’s room? The truth, now.” Because it’s my room, a hundred years from now.
said. “I just got here yesterday. The Big Ones—” “I have to get across and Valo’s at Nearside. There’s news from the capital.” “News has always waited before.” “No it hasn’t. News waited restlessly, pacing along the levee until we could pick it up.” “Use the flags,” she said impatiently. “The seals can’t be broken by anyone but me or Jenner. He’s over here. I’m sorry,” he said, thinking of her brother, dead four years before. “If you die no one can read it,” she said, but they left just
the beers during the gig and the fifth of Scotch that the three of you have been passing around since. If you ask Paul’s friend to let you both spend the night here in town on the floor of his apartment, go to section 304. If the thought of sleeping in until noon is too tempting to pass up, go to section 307. 304 This would be a different story. Go to section 307. 307 The third time the little plane plummets and steadies, its propeller’s buzz nearly lost beyond the pounding of rain on the
thank us and take it for a palace.” “But nothing at all happened,” she said, and sighed. “We’ll have to tell them it didn’t work tomorrow. Come on, are we going to walk home or wait for a bus?” It had worked, though. The next day, the headline in the Aberdare Leader was “Phurnacite Plant Closing: Thousands of Jobs Lost.” * * * I’m telling that part first because it’s compact and concise and it makes sense, and a lot of the rest of this isn’t that simple. Think of this as a memoir. Think
will be eating your food. That’s a philosophy you’re going to have to learn.” Momma scowled. “I take it the war’s not going well.” “We’re staging a tactical retreat. This way-station has been useful, but at this stage we can’t afford it to benefit our enemy. If we just leave you here, you’ll give our enemy fissionables, food—we can’t have that.” Behind her, her soldiers looted the kitchen. The new arrivals dug into the tubs of sauerkraut with both hands, shoving their mouths full of shredded