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Avram Davidson was one of the great original American writers of this century. He was erudite, cranky, Jewish, wildly creative, and sold most of his wonderful stories to pulp magazines. They are wonderful. Now his estate and his friends have brought together a definitive collection of his finest work, each story introduced by an SF luminary: writers like Ursula K. Le Guin, William Gibson, Poul Anderson, Gene Wolfe, Guy Davenport, Peter S. Beagle, Gregory Benford, Thomas M. Disch, and dozens of others. This is a volume every lover of fantasy will need to own. At the Publisher's request, this title is being sold without Digital Rights Management Software (DRM) applied.
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A creature from space who watched too many American TV programs... A backwoods man who spoke an unearthly language... And the most singular events which occurred in the hovel on the alley off of Eye Street... You'll read about all of them, and many more, in this fascinating collection of stories by Hugo Award-winner Avram Davidson, one of the most original and accomplished writers of modern-day science fiction.
Ran Loman wanted only to be left alone, to get away from it all. That's why he volunteered for duty on Pia 2, the most remote, isolated world in the Galaxy. The problem on Pia 2 was redwing, a plant used throughout the galaxy as a medical fixative. Redwing grew ony on Pia 2. And lately, less and less was being harvested. Lomar's assignment was simple: find out why, and do something about it. Station Officer Tan Carlo Harb tried to warn him the job might not be quite as simple as it sounded. But Lomar had to find out for himself about the strange inhabitants of Pia 2 - the Tocks, the Tame ones and the Wild ones, and the mysterious, legendary "rorks" that everyone feared. A murder and kidnapping that sent Lomar and a Wild Tock woman across an uncharted rork continent on their own taught Lomar rather more than he bargained for . . .
Avram Davidson's six Jack Limekiller stories create a rich and colorful world where the magical and inexplicable coexist with the outboard motor and the escalation of the American war in Vietnam. British Hidalgo is "a place that you can put your arms around," welcoming and friendly to the visitor, but uncanny beings dwell in the bush and roam along its coast. Afloat and ashore, Jack Limekiller, master of the working sailboat Saccharissa, encounters ghosts of the colonial past and monsters far older.
The Maze was, is, and will be. When the magnablock exploded into infinity, the Maze was formed. "There was light" - and the light shone upon the Maze. Coeval and coexistent, neither of the same substance nor the same essence; having the attributes, the incidents, the accidents of neither terrene nor contra-terrene matter, the Maze is both immanent and transcendent of both. It traverses space, it transects time. Ancient of years, the worlds form around it... Generation after generation, generation before generation, north and south and up and down, the early and the latter rains, and the great red slow-rolling sun of the End of Days, have seen, see, and have yet to see the Masters of the Maze at their work. They explore, they plot their courses, they watch. Perhaps this above all. They watch. They guard.
Like Malamud and Jackson, Avram Davidson brought a unique level of charm, wit, and intrigue to the short story form. Collected here for the first time are his remarkable mystery tales, including the 1815 investigations of New York's Chief Constable; a sinister lesson in New England thrift; New Amsterdam river pirates versus the KGB; treachery in nursing home; and expatriates who will kill for a little peace and quiet. "Aficionados of short mystery fiction will be hard-pressed to find any more ingenious and entertaining stories than those in this volume." --Bill Pronzini, author of Boobytrap
You might have thought that the Fiesta of the Holy Hermit in the Mexican town of Los Remedios was just another of those quaint colourful ceremonies that the Indian natives put on each year for the mystification of tourists. And perhaps for the past few hundred years it had bee nothing more than that - but this year was to be different. For Jacob Clay, the American expatriate, had been poking into the buried secrets of that mountain community which dated back before the Aztec Empire, and he had begun to entertain a shocking suspicion. Before that fiesta was over he was due to learn the volcanic reality behind: The Holy Hermit - a mummy that was not a mummy... Tlaloc - a statue that was not just a thing of stone... Huitzilopochtli - a legend that was stark realism... And what started as a holiday turned into a nightmare on which pivoted the fates of the very stars themselves!