The Year's Best Science Fiction & Fantasy Novellas 2015
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- The Year's Best Science Fiction and Fantasy Novellas 2015 inaugurates a new annual series of anthologies featuring some of the year's best novella-length science fiction and fantasy. Novellas, longer than short stories but shorter than novels, are a rich and rewarding literary form that can fully explore tomorrow's technology, the far reaches of the future, thought-provoking imaginings, fantastic worlds, and entertaining concepts with the impact of a short story and the detailed breadth of a novel. Gathering a wide variety of excellent SF and fantasy, this anthology of "short novels" showcases the talents of both established masters and new writers.
provide tissue samples. The UN has been very helpful. Please assemble your team on Tuesday at your current location and someone will come to escort you. Do you accept this post?” “Tuesday? That’s only—” “Do you accept this post?” “I . . . yes.” “Good. Good-bye.” Evan said, “Marianne—” “Yes, of course, you’re part of the ‘team.’ God, none of this real.” “Thank you, thank you!” “Don’t burble, Evan. We need two lab techs. How can they have facilities ready by Tuesday? It isn’t possible.”
third, dazzling in its newness and in the completeness of its equipment. The Spore Team had the impossible task of creating some sort of vaccine or other method of neutralizing, worldwide, a pathogen not native to Earth, within ten months. The Biology Team investigated alien tissues and genes. The Denebs gave freely of whatever was asked: blood, epithelial cells, sperm, biopsy samples. “Might even give us a kidney, if we asked nicely enough,” Evan said. “We know they have two.” Marianne said,
other room, the easy banter of people long acquainted. I stepped out to find Song holding hands with a fifty-something Chinese man in a well-tailored suit. They conversed in rapid-fire Chinese but stopped at my approach. Song swung hands with the man. The man shot me an intense look. I felt off-balance and underdressed in sweatpants, T-shirt, and socks. Song looked quite comfortable with this man. She smiled at me, probably enjoying my moment of discomfort. “I’m Alex.” He gently removed Song’s
security forces, protecting the assets they had, and making it very clear to everyone under them that selling out information for the favor of the court’s mercy was a very, very bad idea. In a basement lab at the corner of Lexington and Greene, eighty gallons of reagents used in alkaloid synthesis were poured into the water recycling stream. At the locally renowned Boyer Street house, two overly talkative prostitutes went quietly missing and the doors were locked. The body of Mikel “Batman”
brief, mad scrabbling of fingers against bark, a bit of a yelp, then he hit the ground like a sack of suet. He lay on his back in the grass, and let out a low, miserable groan. He heard a splashing; Emberlee appeared above him. She held her white shift in front of her. Bast looked up from where he lay in the tall grass. He’d been lucky to land on that patch of springy turf, cushioned with tall, green grass. A few feet to one side, and he’d have broken himself against the rocks. Five feet the