Lois McMaster Bujold, Suford Lewis
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Contains "Dreamweaver's Dilemma," a previously unpublished novelette set early the author's universe, the Hugo Award-winning "The Mountains of Mourning," a never-before-published Sherlock Holmes pastiche, an interview with Lois McMaster Bujold, and Suford Lewis' Vorkosigan genealogy. Hardbound with cover art by Bob Eggleton.
THEY'VE GOT TO PRESENT THEIR CASE IN COURT, YOU KNOW. THE IDEA IS A BIT ETHEREAL. I'VE ALWAYS THOUGHT FEELIE-DREAMS WERE A SORT OF SUPER VIDEO. A BETTER ILLUSION, BUT STILL, JUST PRETEND." "THEY CAN BE. MOST OF THE STORY SORTS ARE. BUT THEN THERE ARE THE REVERIES, AND THE PURE ABSTRACTIONS. THEY CONVEY THEIR POWER IN A MORE DIRECT WAY. YOU DON'T HAVE TO BURY THE PSYCHIC SYMBOLISM IN THE CHARACTERS OR THE PLOT, ITS ALL RIGHT OUT FRONT." ANIAS PACED IN FRONT OF HIM, TROUBLED. "BUT YOU SEE, AS A
BONDED CHECK—WIRE UP HER SYNTHESIZER—MAKE SURE SHE USED IT BEFORE SHE COULD CASH IT. NO REASON TO CONNECT THE CHECK WITH HER ACCIDENT. WAIT THREE MONTHS, GO IN AND PICK IT UP. I HAD A FRIEND AT THE SHUTTLEPORT, FROM THE OLD DAYS—HE THOUGHT I WAS ON A CASE. GOT HER LUGGAGE, TOOK THE MACHINE. I WIRED IT UP THAT NIGHT AND PLANTED IT BACK IN HER APARTMENT. IT WAS EASY." "So you WEREN'T COMMISSIONED TO KILL HER," REMARKED CHALMYS, INTENSELY INTERESTED. "IT WAS JUST A CASE OF GREAT MINDS THINKING
the stakes, that a little hypocrisy might be excusable. "Different composers may have different standards," she murmured to the ceiling, "according to their stature." "You know, artists who acquire a reputation for not completing their commissions can lose their livelihoods, when word gets around," he glowered, feeling desperately for a threat he might safely make in front of a homicide detective. "I could scarcely recommend you to my friends, or their friends. One might even sue for breach of
CUSTOM FREE-LANCE DREAMS, FOR A FEE, IN ADDITION TO THE WORK YOU DO UNDER CONTRACT TO THE SWEET DREAMS DISTRIBUTING COMPANY," HE BEGAN PRECISELY. ANIAS NODDED. "I AM ALSO GIVEN TO UNDERSTAND THAT YOU MAINTAIN A DEGREE OF, AS IT WERE, PROFESSIONAL DISCRETION WITH RESPECT TO PRIVATE COMMISSIONS?" ANIAS CLEARED HER THROAT. "WELL, NATURALLY, WHEN ONE IS ASKED TO HANDLE SOMEONE'S INMOST, UM, THOUGHTS, TO MAKE THEM COME ALIVE, AS IT WERE, ANY PUBLIC BROADCAST OF THE PRIVATE FEELINGS CONFIDED IN ONE
Anias's mind boggled at the thought of Kinsey with an aunt. He seemed more like something hatched out of an egg, and a leathery egg at that. "Doreen's Gift" was a saccharine poem of great current popularity. Translated into versions for all the media, it had been saturating the commercial culture since well before Christmas. Anias regarded it as a cultural pimple, brought on by too much sugar and grease in the mental diet. Kinsey evidently read the dubious look on her face, for he urged more