By Elizabeth Hand
This is often Elizabeth Hand's long-awaited selection of brief tales, founded round her Nebula and global myth Award-winning novella The final summer season at Mars Hill. There are 12 items in all the following, starting from these first released in locations like Interzone and Pulphouse to a two-page poem taken from the pages of Asimov's. even though many readers should be conversant in Hand's longer works, akin to Glimmering or Waking the Moon, right here she exhibits that she's a grasp of brief fiction in addition. Her trendy prose and willing insights make for a few superb tales. --Craig E. Engler
• “Last summer season at Mars Hill” copyright © 1994 by means of Elizabeth Hand. First seemed in myth and technological know-how Fiction, August 1994.
• “The Erl King” copyright © 1993 via Elizabeth Hand. First seemed in complete Spectrum four, edited via Lou Aronica, et al.
• “Justice” copyright © 1993 through Elizabeth Hand. First seemed in myth and technology Fiction, July 1993.
• “Dionysus Dendrites” © 1993 by means of Elizabeth Hand. First seemed in Isaac Asimov’s journal of technological know-how Fiction, June 1993.
• “The Have-Nots” © 1992 via Elizabeth Hand. First seemed in Isaac Asimov’s journal of technology Fiction, June 1992.
• “In the Month of Athyr” © 1992 by means of Elizabeth Hand. First seemed in Omni’s top technological know-how Fiction , edited by way of Ellen Datlow.
• “Eagels Unaware” © 1992 through Elizabeth Hand. First seemed in Interzone, December 1992.
• “The Bacchae” © 1991 through Elizabeth Hand. First seemed in Interzone, July 1991.
• “Snow on Sugar Mountain” © 1991 via Elizabeth Hand. First seemed in complete Spectrum three, edited by means of Lou Aronica, et al.
• “On town Route” © 1989 through Elizabeth Hand. First seemed in Pulphouse, Fall 1989.
• “The Boy within the Tree” © 1989 through Elizabeth Hand. First seemed in complete Spectrum 2, edited by way of Lou Aronica and Shawna McCarthy.
• “Prince of Flowers” © 1988 via Elizabeth Hand. First seemed in Twilight sector, February 1988.
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