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There are a remarkable number of good stories this year. Unlike the many people who are reading alphabetically, I am reading by recommendation and randomly by sources I like.
Also, I am not going to mention stories which I critiqued or whose mention might give away which ones I wrote until after the Big Reveal.
The wait staff at the restaurant didn't even blink at the macaw. In fact, Carl had the distinct impression that they were concerned at Tom's lack of a similar bird, and wondering if they should offer their condolences.
An Unwilling Heart. A long, well-plotted story from Diane Duane's "Young Wizards" universe, featuring the backstory of two of the adult wizards, Tom and Carl. This read so much like prime Diane Duane that I am not ruling out the possibility that she wrote it under a pen name. It starts a little slow but rapidly gains momentum, and is worth reading just for the horrible vanity production of Gilgamesh.
He naturally wished to be bonded someday, as he could not advance to post-captain or admiral without a swordmaster, but that was still a way off; he expected to make his own name first, and so long as Molly Harte was making his stay ashore so pleasant, he was none too loathe to put off his return to sea, and he went to bed singing.
Duende. As several readers pointed out, this is a delightful mix of pitch-perfect Patrick O'Brian pastiche, and content straight of the Fandom Id. Long and satisfying; I could read an entire novel worth of this, then look for a sequel.
He tapped his pointed chin thoughtfully with a long ebony cane, the head of which was very prettily inlaid with what Stephen had once assumed to be bits of polished ivory, but now had reason to believe were the teeth of a human child.
Clangs His Funeral Bell. Susannah Clarke's gentleman with thistledown hair drags Stephen to a faery ball; disproportionately creepy given its short length.
Metteir wore the crimson standard as her cloak all winter and spring. And when in summer she bore a son, she swaddled him in it, and she called him Azver, which is 'war-banner' in the Kargish tongue.
The Veins of the Forest. The origin story of one of my very favorite Earthsea supporting characters.
Also, I haven't read all of them, but if you like the sources, there are a lot of good stories based on Naomi Novik's Temeraire , Lois McMaster Bujold's Vorkosigan universe, and Neil Gaiman's Sandman, American Gods, and Neverwhere. Click "home," then "search by fandom." It's alphabetized by the first name of the author, if it's a single author, and otherwise by the name of the source.
Also, I am not going to mention stories which I critiqued or whose mention might give away which ones I wrote until after the Big Reveal.
The wait staff at the restaurant didn't even blink at the macaw. In fact, Carl had the distinct impression that they were concerned at Tom's lack of a similar bird, and wondering if they should offer their condolences.
An Unwilling Heart. A long, well-plotted story from Diane Duane's "Young Wizards" universe, featuring the backstory of two of the adult wizards, Tom and Carl. This read so much like prime Diane Duane that I am not ruling out the possibility that she wrote it under a pen name. It starts a little slow but rapidly gains momentum, and is worth reading just for the horrible vanity production of Gilgamesh.
He naturally wished to be bonded someday, as he could not advance to post-captain or admiral without a swordmaster, but that was still a way off; he expected to make his own name first, and so long as Molly Harte was making his stay ashore so pleasant, he was none too loathe to put off his return to sea, and he went to bed singing.
Duende. As several readers pointed out, this is a delightful mix of pitch-perfect Patrick O'Brian pastiche, and content straight of the Fandom Id. Long and satisfying; I could read an entire novel worth of this, then look for a sequel.
He tapped his pointed chin thoughtfully with a long ebony cane, the head of which was very prettily inlaid with what Stephen had once assumed to be bits of polished ivory, but now had reason to believe were the teeth of a human child.
Clangs His Funeral Bell. Susannah Clarke's gentleman with thistledown hair drags Stephen to a faery ball; disproportionately creepy given its short length.
Metteir wore the crimson standard as her cloak all winter and spring. And when in summer she bore a son, she swaddled him in it, and she called him Azver, which is 'war-banner' in the Kargish tongue.
The Veins of the Forest. The origin story of one of my very favorite Earthsea supporting characters.
Also, I haven't read all of them, but if you like the sources, there are a lot of good stories based on Naomi Novik's Temeraire , Lois McMaster Bujold's Vorkosigan universe, and Neil Gaiman's Sandman, American Gods, and Neverwhere. Click "home," then "search by fandom." It's alphabetized by the first name of the author, if it's a single author, and otherwise by the name of the source.
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