Sleepside: The Collected Fantasies

Sleepside: The Collected Fantasies

Greg Bear

Language: English

Pages: 240

ISBN: 1497637821

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Collecting six stories in old paradigms, Sleepside features Greg Bear’s outstanding fantasy writing: “Webster,” “The White Horse Child,” “Sleepside Story,” “Dead Run,” “Through Road No Whither,” and the Nebula Award finalist “Petra.” This edition also includes the special introduction by the author: “On Losing the Taint of Being a Cannibal." 

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previous paradigms—mind over matter, magic, dream logic, and so on. Literature does not play favorites; excellent stories have been written in all these areas. A science fiction writer who writes fantasy, however, is regarded by some as an odd bird indeed. Write science fiction, become well known for it, and—well, your fantasy stories become almost invisible. All those times when you weren't a cannibal—simply forgotten. Yet most of the great science fiction writers have written a great deal of

jumped up from the floor to catch him, but he fell away from her and collapsed on the carpet beside the chair. The book lay kicked and sprawled by his feet, top pages wrinkled and torn. Miss Coates stood over the man, hands fluttering at her breasts. He lay on his side, chest heaving, eyes closed. Her wide gaze darted from point to point on his body, lower lip held by tiny white teeth. After a few minutes, she was able to look away from the man. She squinted more closely at the dictionary,

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Olmy asked. “Another few years, perhaps.” “Not so soon, then,” he said. “Soon enough,” Enoch said with a sniff. She rubbed her nose again. “We’ve been here already for well over thousand centuries.” Olmy tried to understand this. “Truly?” he asked, expecting her to break into laughter. “Truly. I’ve had millions of different followers here. Look around you.” She leaned over the table to whisper to Olmy, “Waves in a sea. I’ve lived a thousand centuries in a thousand infinitesimally different

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