The Best Science Fiction and Fantasy of the Year, Volume 2
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The depth and breadth of what science fiction and fantasy fiction is changes with every passing year. The two dozen stories chosen for this book by award-winning anthologist Jonathan Strahan carefully maps this evolution, giving readers a captivating and always-entertaining look at the very best the genre has to offer.
wine. He stood with his glass and the bottle to take them away to the kitchen. "You can leave the bottle if you don't mind," said the man. "It's about the best I've tasted in a really long time." Mac nodded, pleased, and returned the bottle to the living room coffee table. "Would you like to take the master bedroom? The one where . . . you know." "It's yours now, isn't it?" the man said. "Yes," Mac replied. "Da hasn't slept inside for years." The man considered. "I think I'd rather take the
since we started, hadn't even looked back at me, and I wondered if she'd forgotten I was even there. My mother said pregnancy makes women spacy, more than usual even. I was trying to think of an excuse to turn back, when she stopped. "Here," she said. We'd reached a hollow on the hillside above the farm. I could just make out the farmhouse and barn and outbuildings, some apple trees and the overgrown field that led down to the ocean. There was no real beach there, just lots of big granite
leave." She was tired of these people, tired of her body, tired of being cut off from civilisation. She had rescued one beautiful Niah theorem and sent it out into the Amalgam. Wasn't that enough? "It's up to you," Sando replied. "But you might as well stay until they flood the valley. Another year isn't going to change anything. What you've done to this world has already been done. For us, there's no going back." 7 Joan stayed with the archaeologists as they moved across the hillside.
it's hard to judge in the twilight. She thinks of the mustangs, made stupid by a simple barrier of crossed logs, unable to escape without someone to guide them. Venya touches her arm, and Julia says, "The path out is the same as the path back. It's laid out like a map . . ." "Stay with me, Hon. No math now. Tell me why you called me." "He's so tired," Julia says. "You can't see it—he's being Kyle for you. But you can't see him like I do. It's like time travel. Every time I come back, he seems
not have understood English, but she understood money. He walked with the plant under his arm. James had been right about some things. Wrong about others. Not a hundred Adams, no. Just two. All of Australoid creation like some parallel world. And you shall know God by His creations. But why would God create two Adams? That's what Paul had wondered. The answer was that He wouldn't. Two Adams. Two gods. One on each side of the Wallace Line. Paul imagined it began as a competition. A line drawn