The Mammoth Book of Best New SF [19] (Mammoth Books)

The Mammoth Book of Best New SF [19] (Mammoth Books)

Language: English

Pages: 720


Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

The only essential annual SF collection

Widely regarded as the benchmark anthology for every science fiction fan, The Mammoth Book of Best New SF 19 continues to uphold its standard of excellence with over two dozen stories from the previous year.

This year's volume includes many bright young talents of science fiction, as well as a host of established masters. It covers every aspect of the genre - soft, hard, cyberpunk, cyber noir, anthropological, military and adventure.

Also included is a thorough summation of the year and a recommended reading list.

The Collected Short Stories of Maxim Gorky

Steaming into a Victorian Future: A Steampunk Anthology

My Name Is Legion

The Dancing Girl of Izu and Other Stories

Wicked Firsts

The Mammoth Book of Extreme Science Fiction












tracks again on Wednesday night. Or if not him, then maybe Steve from El Segundo or Jeffrey from Van Nuys. Most of the disappearances went unreported, unnoticed. Not this one, though. Margaret sat down opposite me. She put a second glass on the table and poured herself a shot, poured one for me. I knew Margaret only from her work – the files that Georgia had passed me, up the line. Margaret was compulsive; she annotated everything on every case, including newspaper clippings, police reports

what it is. The chills come in waves. The air is warm, little less warm than down in the delta, and gravid with the nearness of the river, but I am remembering my second year of university and a walking trip in the foothills of the Pamirs, hunched against a bitter wind, my boots slipping on the first ice of autumn, my steps measured in centimeters and in the mounting fear that the next one will send me sliding into the kilometer-deep abyss beside us; measured in the certainty of death. Somehow I

to Eddie.” “It isn’t broken,” said Grace. “We switched it off.” Lakey looked around, the Veronica Lake fall of gold hair swinging. She didn’t seem as surprised to see the state the place was in as Sara the bot had been. “Can we help you?” inquired Grace. “I’m here because we want to talk to you.” “Everybody wants to talk to us,” said Orlando. “Is your chair in this?” “My chair has the brains of a hamster. I mean, some of us.” The chair hissed. Lakey leaned from it to peer at drifted socks.

her knees bent in different directions. “Most of the time, we think for me.” The world seemed to tilt a little more then; Spur felt as if he might slide off it. “I don’t think I understand what you just said.” “It’s complicated.” She straightened. “And we’re attracting attention here. I can hear several young women whispering about us. We should find a more private place to talk. I need your advice.” She turned and waved to the citizens in the bleachers who were watching them. Spur forced a

in this god-forsaken place?” Kelly still had plenty of money – Nick’s misadventures in orbit had barely depleted his fortunes, even after the staggering fines assessed against his estate for sundry air traffic and orbital protocol violations. She could have checked on the dimple then headed for Tahiti. She cocked her head. “I could ask the same question, with more justification. I’m waiting for my husband, making sure you lot don’t muck up his chances of returning. Keeping my eye on the dimple.

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