Never Never Stories

Never Never Stories

Jason Sanford

Language: English

Pages: 242

ISBN: B004Z2CQX8

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Never Never Stories

Jason Sanford

Language: English

Pages: 242

ISBN: B004Z2CQX8

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Spaceships which pass through the sky like endless clouds. A woman whose skin reveals the names of sailors fated to die at sea. A virus which causes people who touch each other to turn into crystalline trees. From Nebula Award nominated author Jason Sanford comes his first short story collection, Never Never Stories.

Ranging from science fiction to fantasy, stories contained in Never Never Stories have won the Interzone Readers’ Poll, been nominated for the BSFA Award, longlisted for the British Fantasy Award, and printed in multiple magazines and book anthologies including Year's Best SF. The collection also contains new material including a never-before published story, a brand-new introduction, and an original essay on archeology and fantasy.

Stories included in this collection:

“The Ships Like Clouds, Risen by Their Rain”
“When Thorns Are The Tips Of Trees”
“Where Away You Fall”
“Here We Are, Falling Through Shadows”
“Rumspringa”
“Freelanga”
“Peacemaker, Peacemaker, Little Bo Peep”
“Memoria”
“Millisent Ka Plays in Realtime”
“Into the Depths of Illuminated Seas”
“A Twenty-First Century Fairy Love Story”
“Maps of the Bible”
“The Dragon of Tin Pan Alley”
“The Never Never Wizard of Apalachicola”

What others are saying about Jason Sanford’s short stories:

“Few SF/fantasy writers generate a buzz through short fiction alone, but Jason Sanford is an exception. Over the past few years, he's created a growing fan base through his brand of modern speculative fiction, something he called ‘SF Strange.’” – Jeff VanderMeer, Omnivoracious

“Interzone is really spoiling me when it publishes Jason Sanford so regularly. As far as I'm concerned, they couldn't publish too much of this author if they named it Jason Sanford's Science Fiction Magazine.” – Sam Tomaino, SFRevu

“A writer whose reputation grows with each story." – Colin Harvey, Suite101

“Sanford (and some other writers) are producing SF that truly has a different feel than much that has gone before.” – Rich Horton, Locus, February 2011

“Sanford expertly blends world building and storytelling. In fact, he makes it look easy.” – John DeNardo, SF Signal

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attacked, and how Brad and his father were dead while Seanna was in the hospital. At that point I broke down and cried. Mom held me tight and told me everything would be all right. She talked as if I was a child suffering from a terrible nightmare. However, once I finished crying Mom quickly grew confused at my pain – confusion which meant she'd already forgotten everything I'd told her. She again asked how Brad and Elleen were doing. I stared into her deep-beautiful blue eyes, and saw myself

nothing of this, assuming I'm deep in thought about the plague that's ripping through the Mars colony. What I'm really wondering, though, is why the mavich took almost fifty years to find me – and why it couldn't have waited just one more week. As Dr. Daniels talks, I want to interrupt her. To ask if she ever studied the histories on the freelanga. Dr. Daniels is young, just out of medical school, so I doubt she's bothered to download the detailed story of my former people. How I created the

longer burned as fiercely. Amber knew that man would one day break his vow and return to the only life he knew, but there was nothing she could do about that. Amber turned the cutter back toward Windspur and ran with the wind. She had never piloted a cutter before, but had learned a lot from Miles and her other sailors. As long as good weather held, she shouldn't have much trouble. David Sahr – still tied up beside the main mast – critiqued her every move. When Amber almost swamped the cutter by

Bible. Last Christmas, my damn brother-in-law Hank gave Jed a new Bible with slick leather, gold-trimmed pages, and the words of Christ in red. It sits unread on Jed's little bookshelf. You see, Jed's got sense. He knows a dead father's Bible – a dead-father-killed-in-Korea-war-hero Bible – is worth more than all the new in the world. That's gotta drive Hank crazy. “Jed. Come on,” Eliz yells softly from the kitchen. Jed walks stiffly down the hall. He's outgrown all his good clothes and now

office where Ernest, the doorman, and the young white man argued. The white man who'd caught Seth was Isadore Witmark, who ran M. Witmark & Sons. Seth listened as Witmark screamed at Ernest and the doorman. The policeman standing beside Seth shook his head and muttered about “damn niggers,” his pug eyes daring Seth to respond. Above, the dragon growled softly, still blending with the shadows on the ceiling. As Ernest told Seth before the police arrived, Isadore Witmark ran the company and was

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