Dozois, Gardner (ed) - Wizards / Дозуа, Гарднер - Чёрная магия [2007, EPUB, ENG]

The Witch's Headstone / Надгробие для ведьмы novelette by Neil Gaiman Holly and Iron / Падуб и железо novelette by Garth Nix Color Vision / Цветное видение short story by Mary Rosenblum The Ruby Incomparable / Несравненный Рубин short story by Kage Baker A Fowl Tale / Птичья история short story by Eoin Colfer Slipping Sideways Through Eternity / Скользя в сторону вечности short story by Jane Yolen The Stranger's Hands / Руки чужака short story by Tad Williams Naming Day / День именования short story by Patricia A. McKillip Winter's Wife / Жена Зимы novelette by Elizabeth Hand A Diorama of the Infernal Regions, or The Devil's Ninth Question / Диорама инфернальных регионов, или Девятый вопрос дьявола novelette by Andy Duncan Barrens Dance / Танец в Пустошах short story by Peter S. Beagle Stone Man / Человек камня short story by Nancy Kress The Manticore Spell / Заклинание мантикоры short story by Jeffrey Ford Zinder / Зиндер short story by Tanith Lee Billy and the Wizard / Билли и Волшебник short story by Terry Bisson The Magikkers / Волшебцы short story by Terry Dowling The Magic Animal / Волшебные животные novelette by Gene Wolfe Stonefather / Отец камня novella by Orson Scott Card

AVERIL stared dreamily into her oatmeal, contemplating herself. In two days it would be Naming Day at the Oglesby School of Thaumaturgy, the midpoint of the three-year course of study. Those students who had gotten through the first year and a half with satisfactory grades in such classes as Prestidigitation, Legendary Creatures, Latin, Magical Alphabets, The Uses and Misuses of Elements, and The History of Sorcery were permitted to choose the secret names they would need to continue their studies. Averil had achieved the highest marks in every class, and she was eager to investigate more widely, more profoundly, the mysterious and wizardly arts of Thaumaturgy. But under what name? She couldn’t decide. What would best express her gifts, her potential, the wellsprings of her magic? More importantly, what would she be happy calling this secret self for the rest of her life? Think of a favorite tree, Miss Braeburn, her counselor, had suggested. An animal, a bird. You might name yourself after one of those. Or one of the four elements of antiquity. Some aspect of fire, perhaps. Water. Averil stretched her long, graceful spine, thought of her pale hair and coloring. Swan? she mused. Or something with wind in it? I’m more air than fire. Certainly not earth. Water? . . .