The Year's Best Science Fiction & Fantasy, 2009 Edition
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The first volume of The Year's Best Science Fiction and Fantasy features over a quarter million words of fiction by some of the genre's greatest authors, including Peter S. Beagle, Elizabeth Bear, Jay Lake, Ian McDonald, Sarah Monette, Garth Nix, Naomi Novik, Robert Reed, Patrick Rothfuss, and many more, as selected by Rich Horton, a well-known and well-received contributor to many of the field's most respected magazines.
women said. “She does,” the magician’s wife said, in a way that suggested she wasn’t sure how that would go over. A few of the women giggled, and one or two gave me uncomfortable looks. Another smiled at me, in a half-knowing, half-embarrassed way. The magician’s wife rolled her eyes and turned to me. “We do this ritual naked. You okay with that?” “Of course she is,” one woman whispered to another. “Sure?” I said, not understanding anything. “Go ahead and undress, then,” the magician’s wife
some things this afternoon . . . Dad will be home to make dinner . . . Be sure you finish your homework . . . Everything’s going to be all right . . . The Weirdo’s fence was taller than she was, but she could hook her fingers over the top, just. The rubber toes of her sneakers skidded on the damp wood, so it was by the strength of her arms that she lifted herself over. Her hands ached and stung with splinters, and she dropped quickly, more clumsily than she might have. Cement paving stones were
and the boy both holding their juices again, and turned to see what the fuss was about. Courtney raced up to them and the woman gripped her son’s wrist, taking a protective step in front of him. “What’s wrong—” the mother began. “I’m sorry. It was a mistake. You have to give it back,” Courtney said, the words streaming out too fast, frantic, a jumble. “Please, I’m sorry, I know it’s weird, but I shouldn’t have given that to him. It’s not for him.” The woman scowled. “Excuse me? What the hell
this injury the insult of drawing him a brutal chart of their expected circumstances and income, five years out, without her dowry. In a fit of pride and oppression, he had vowed that in five years’ time he would be richer than her father or dead; and belatedly realized he had put himself into a very nasty situation, if any god had happened to be listening. One could never be sure. He was at the time only eighteen, several years from his own ship and the chance of substantial prize-money, if he
romantic. It wanted to bring us together: our own personal matchmaker from the stars.” Jack kissed Kirsten on the nose. “If that’s true, I don’t object.” “Neither do I.” She kissed him back. Not on the nose. Far below, the ray-gun drifted through the cold black depths. Beneath it, on the bottom of the sea, lay wreckage from the starship that had exploded centuries before. The wreckage had traveled all the way from Jupiter. Because of tiny differences in trajectory, the wreckage had splashed