Year's Best SF 8
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Retail ePub of this yearly Science Fiction short story collection edited by David G. Hartwell
The best science fiction short stories of 2002 and 2003, selected by David G. Hartwell, one of the most respected editors in the field.
The short story is one of the most vibrant and exciting areas in science fiction today. It is where the hot new authors emerge and where the beloved giants of the field continue to publish.
Now, building on the success of the first seven volumes, Eos will once again present a collection of the best stories of the year in mass market format. Here, gathered by David G. Hartwell, one of the most respected editors in the field, are stories with visions of tomorrow and yesterday, of the strange and the familiar, of the unknown and the unknowable.
With stories from some of the best and brightest names in science fiction, the Year's Best SF 8 and SF9 is an indispensable guide for every science fiction fan.
“Knowing that other people are having a good time isn’t much of a consolation to anyone.” I composed myself. The car beeped to bring my attention to a booking it had made in a motel a few kilometers ahead. Helen said, “I’ve had time to think about a lot of things. Whatever the laws say, whatever the bigots say, all adai are part of the human race. And what I have is something almost every person who’s ever lived thought they possessed. Human psychology, human culture, human morality, all
to Jeff. Bang. Echoes of thousands of years just beginning. “I’ve got one in the shop that feeds the nails. Want me to get it?” Jeff shook his head. “For a little job like this, what I’ve got is fine.” Bang. “Back at the plant in a couple hours?” “At twenty-four ten they’re supposed to call me.” Jeff had said this before, and he knew Zaa knew it as well as he did. “You don’t have to be there…” “But maybe they’ll close it.” And I won’t have to be the one who tells you. Jeff turned away,
creature which only came fully alive when its own life was in the balance. A wild creature that longed for the harsh, savage places of the universe, their beauties and their dangers. But Captain John MacShard had no wish to die here in the slimey burrows of the unhuman Thennet. He had no desire to serve the insane ends of the old Martian godlings who saw their immortality slowly fading and longed for all their power again. You, Captain John MacShard, will help me. And I will reward you. Before
Luis—” Vargas held up his hand. “Yes, I was told that this would not be a purely theoretical argument, that some sort of experimental demonstration would make this worth your time. And I imagine…”He cocked an eyebrow at Hank. “I imagine that now would be a good time to show us what you’ve got.” “As a matter of fact,” said Hank, “it is exactly time.” He took a deep breath. “About five seconds ago—” He was cut off by several loud beeps throughout the room. It took him a moment to realize they
their terms, three years. They inhabit two continents, one on the equator and a little north of it, one that stretches up toward the north pole; the two are joined, as the Americas are, by a narrower mountainous bridge of land, though it is all on a smaller scale. The rest of the world is ocean, with a few archipelagoes and scattered large islands, none with any human population except the one used by the Interplanary Agency. The year begins, Kergemmeg said, when, in the cities of the plains