A young girl living in poverty in a walled city in the mountains finds that telling her stories to the wind leads her to a life beyond her dreams.
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A few words from my review : bland, Readers Digest, utilitarian.
A short, cautionary tale.
An ardent admirer pays his respects to a women living in a remote house in Iceland.
Ruth Nestvold. Looking Through Lace. Anthropological and xeno-linguistic SF are probably to Asimovs what Scientist SF is to Analog, and there is a danger in using these softer sciences to set up a puzzle which needs solving in the same way as Scientist Fiction uses physics or chemistry to set up a similar conundrum. Ursula […]
Pressure of work has been keeping away from my SF bookshop haunts of late and from spending much time reading. Damn this Real Lifetm. I’ve also let the August issue of Asimov’s slip by un-purchased, and shall endeavour to locate a copy! Eleanor Arnason. The Potter of Bones. I should own up to the fact […]
Eleanor Arnason. Knapsack Poems. A tale of the Goxhat, an interesting multi-bodied entity with a further multiplicity of limbs and facial features. A wandering poet of this race stumbles upon the scene of a massacre in the hills, one member rescuing a singleton infant. Upon taking refuge in the castle of a local lord, a […]
Moby Quilt. Eleanor Arnason. Another formulaic Lydia Duluth story which gets perilously close to plot lines hackneyed even for nautical made-for-TV drama : there are tales of ships going missing when getting too close to the bizarre native aquatic life, so what do those on the scientific ship do when their propellers get fouled when […]