Scott, Donna (ed) - Best of British Science Fiction / Скотт, Донна (ред) - Лучшая британская НФ [2017-2022, Epub, ENG]

01 Best of British Science Fiction 2016 2017, epub, ISBN: 978-1-910935-41-5, NewCon Press 02 Best of British Science Fiction 2017 2018, epub, ISBN: 978-1-910935-73-6, NewCon Press 03 Best of British Science Fiction 2018 2019, epub, ISBN: 978-1-912950-36-2, NewCon Press 04 Best of British Science Fiction 2019 2020, epub, ISBN: 978-1-912950-69-0, NewCon Press 05 Best of British Science Fiction 2020 2021, epub, ISBN: 978-1-912950-99-7, NewCon Press 06 Best of British Science Fiction 2021 2022, epub, ISBN: 978-1-914953-25-5, NewCon Press

I met Jesus once. Well come on, we all do it. He was one of us after all, a fey. Our hero, venerated by us the way baseline humans worship him for something else entirely. It was his stand which makes our history, our world, possible. I was fourteen years old, and dreamed myself all the way back to his time. A relatively peaceful segment of his life, mind you, when he was starting to quietly gather his disciples from across the Roman Empire and beyond, and before the ghouls started showing an interest. It was on the shore of a lake. I don’t remember where. It’s not important. He saw me and recognised what I was. Not hard. Fey can see each other when we’re manifesting, and I must have been quite a sight. I was wearing a white summer dress from Top Shop and some frayed Nike trainers. My hair was fairer than you got in the Middle East at that time, and cut in a wavy bob that was never really in fashion even in my time, never mind back then. All very different to First Century styles. . . .