Two Worlds and In Between: The Best of Caitlin R. Kiernan (Volume One)
Caitlin R. Kiernan
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Caitlin R. Kiernan's short fiction was first published in 1995. Over the intervening decade and a half, she has proven not only one of dark fantasy and science fiction's most prolific and versatile authors, but, to quote Ramsey Campbell, "One of the most accomplished writers in the field, and very possibly the most lyrical." S. T. Joshi has written, "Kiernan's witchery of words creates a mesmerizing effect that we haven't seen since the days of Lovecraft and Bradbury."
Two Worlds and In Between: The Best of Caitl'n R. Kiernan (Volume One) presents a stunning retrospective of the first ten years of her work, a compilation of more than two hundred thousand words of short fiction, including many of her most acclaimed stories, as well as some of the author's personal favorites, several previously uncollected, hard-to-find pieces, and her sf novella, The Dry Salvages, and a rare collaboration with Poppy Z. Brite. Destined to become the definitive look at the early development of Kiernan's work, Two Worlds and In Between is a must for fans and collectors alike, as well as an unprecedented introduction to an author who, over the course of her career, has earned the praise of such luminaries as Neil Gaiman, Peter Straub, Charles De Lint, and Clive Barker.
lived under the lake, we would first cut off its head and nail it to the barn door so that our domovoy would not know that one of his geese had been given away to another.” And then, sometime later, the lamp was lifted from the wobbly table, and her mother had kissed them both, Magda pretending to sleep, and whispered, her voice softer than the bed, “Jó éjszakát kívánok,” her bare footsteps already moving away, sounding hollow on the floor, when Emilia had corrected her, “Good night, Mama.”
afraid to whisper its name. Dancy glanced up at the summer sky, hoping the angel might be there, watching over her, but there were only a few dim and disinterested stars. Well, what are you waiting on? the trailer seemed to whisper. “Nothing,” she said. “I’m not waiting on anything.” She walked past the three refrigerators, the burned-out carcass of the old Ford pickup, a propane tank, and climbed the cinder-block steps to stand in the open doorway. For a moment, there was light was so bright
speak Ghul,” she tells him. “So, if you want to insult me, I’m afraid you’ll just have to do it in English or French or – ” “You broke my damn ankle!” “They’re not toys, Airdrie. They’re not here for you to play with, just because you’ve never seen anything like them before. They’re very, very fragile.” “Didn’t you hear what I said? You broke my ankle,” and the brown girl thinks the boy’s starting to sound like someone who’s about to cry. “That’s not likely,” she replies, but kneels down
chromatophores and photophores in her skin, inherited from the squid DNA her parents had capped. It didn’t take people long to learn how to read Umachandra’s moods, simply by noting the shifting colors and patterns of her skin. That day, her hands seemed extremely long and slender, though I couldn’t tell from where I was sitting that she had no fingernails. She had a pronounced mid-Atlantic accent and a slight lisp, as though her tongue didn’t quite fit inside her narrow jaws. The cover story
rubs at his tired and certain eyes. This is Page One. Which is to say – this is where the story begins when he is asked to tell it as a story, when he used to tell it for the doctors who gave him pills and advice and diagnoses. The linear narrative that has as little and as much truth as any necessary fiction ever has, any attempt to relate, to make the subjective objective. “I was seven, and we lived on my granddaddy’s farm in Bibb County, after my father went away, and my mother and I lived