Nebula Awards Showcase 2012
By James Patrick Kelly
The Year's top technological know-how Fiction and myth chosen by means of the technological know-how Fiction and myth Writers of America®.
The Nebula Awards exhibit volumes were released each year considering 1966, reprinting the successful and nominated tales within the Nebula Awards, voted on by means of the contributors of the technology Fiction and fable Writers of the United States. The editors chosen by way of SFWA's anthology committee (chaired through Mike Resnick) are John Kessel and James Patrick Kelly, either hugely acclaimed not just for his or her personal award-winning fiction but in addition as coeditors of 3 anthologies: Feeling Very unusual: The Slipstream Anthology, Rewired: The Post-Cyberpunk Anthology, and the key heritage of technological know-how Fiction.
Stories and excerpts via Harlan Ellison™, Kij Johnson, Chris Barzak, Eric James Stone, Rachel Swirsky, Geoff Landis, Shweta Narayan, Adam Troy-Castro, James Tiptree Jr., Aliette de Bodard, Amal El-Mohtar, Kendall Evans and Samantha Henderson, Howard Hendrix, Ann ok. Schwader, Connie Willis, Terry Pratchett, and extra.
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