Fifteen all-new tales via technology fiction’s best abilities, gathered via bestselling writer George R. R. Martin and multiple-award profitable editor Gardner Dozois
Burroughs’s A Princess of Mars. Bradbury’s The Martian Chronicles. Heinlein’s Red Planet. those and such a lot of extra encouraged generations of readers with a feeling that technological know-how fiction’s maximum wonders didn't unavoidably lie a ways sooner or later or light-years around the galaxy yet have been to be discovered right away on a close-by global tantalizingly just like our own—a pink planet that burned like an ember in our evening sky . . . and in our imaginations.
This new anthology of fifteen all-original technological know-how fiction tales, edited via George R. R. Martin and Gardner Dozois, celebrates the Golden Age of technological know-how Fiction, an period full of stories of interplanetary colonization and derring-do. earlier than the appearance of robust telescopes and house probes, our sunlight approach can be imagined as teeming with unusual life-forms and historic civilizations—by no capability continually pleasant to the dominant species of Earth. And of all of the planets orbiting that G-class superstar we name the sunlight, none used to be so steeped in an air of secrecy of romantic decadence, exciting secret, and gung-ho experience as Mars.
subscribe to such seminal participants as Michael Moorcock, Mike Resnick, Joe R. Lansdale, S. M. Stirling, Mary Rosenblum, Ian McDonald, Liz Williams, James S. A. Corey, and others during this fantastic unfashionable anthology that turns its again at the chilly, all-but-airless Mars of the Mariner probes and in its place embraces an older, extra welcoming, extra unique Mars: a planet of old canals slicing via crimson deserts studded with the ruined towns of loss of life races.
FEATURING ALL-NEW tales BY
James S. A. Corey • Phyllis Eisenstein • Matthew Hughes • Joe R. Lansdale • David D. Levine • Ian McDonald • Michael Moorcock • Mike Resnick • Chris Roberson • Mary Rosenblum • Melinda Snodgrass • Allen M. Steele • S. M. Stirling • Howard Waldrop • Liz Williams
And an advent through George R. R. Martin!
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“Strong, enjoyable and evocative.”—Tor.com
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Yet there are … canals. ” Kidd blinked. “Canals? ” “Give me your glass. ” Sexton peered via Kidd’s telescope at Mars, then passed it again, pointing. “There. close to the planet’s limb. ” for a very long time, Kidd observed not anything. Then, wavery and blurry, a number of skinny directly silvery threads seemed, glinting within the diminished solar. Kidd diminished the device from his eye. “Mere mirages. ” “Canals,” Sexton insisted. “And what will be in them yet water? If the send can yet make landfall and upward push from it, we would but live to tell the tale.
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They known as it Mars Reverie Syndrome, and, in its extra severe types, humans did input the towns and die. often those who have been ailing, or those that have been deeply unsatisfied. Which stated much concerning the May/December marriage ceremony of Stephen and Miyako. there has been no indication that the twenty-seven-year-old Miyako have been sick. Which left just one clarification. a proof that didn’t redound to Stephen’s credits. It was once the Syndrome, paired with the truth that lots of the towns stood in areas the place the soil was once wealthy, that had begun the destruction.
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