“though her gaze kept tracking nervously to the blue sky framed by the dome, expecting any minute steeply banking wings there, fire or smoke. How could people turn on happiness like a tap, and pretend the world was a bright… — David G. Hartwell Copy Share Image
“Like most witches Lady Kore was left-handed, and her white sacrificial gown buttoned tightly from wrist to elbow with carved child-bone studs. Loose sleeves… — David G. Hartwell Copy Share Image
Science fiction is the characteristic literary genre of the century. It is the genre that stands in opposition to literary modernism. — David G. Hartwell Copy Share Image
“Maurice liked this place. Even if there were no jewels, it was nice to dream about being rich. It was nice to dream about… — David G. Hartwell Copy Share Image
“I know what I’m talking about,” she said sharply. “I’m Vice-President and a founding member of the Alliance for Ethical Lechery. Keeping an incubus… — David G. Hartwell Copy Share Image
“Eros grimaced, as cute as only the God of Love can be, his gloved hand hovering over a glass box full of hissing adders.” — David G. Hartwell Copy Share Image
“though her gaze kept tracking nervously to the blue sky framed by the dome, expecting any minute steeply banking wings there, fire or smoke.… — David G. Hartwell Copy Share Image
“Fantasy and science fiction are closely allied in publishing, since both categories posit worlds that are not reality. The SF editor is most often… — David G. Hartwell Copy Share Image
“Your turn in the chair next time,” said October. “I know,” said November. He was pale, and thin lipped. He helped October out of… — David G. Hartwell Copy Share Image
“Kore’s personal arms were embroidered on the front—on a field gules, a vulture sable vorant a child—a black vulture on a red field devouring… — David G. Hartwell Copy Share Image
