Czerneda, Julie E. (ed) - Space Inc. / Чернеда, Джулия (ред.) - Космос Инкорпорейтед [2003, epub, ENG]

The Eightfold Career Path; or Invisible Duties short story by James Alan Gardner Porter's Progress short story by Isaac Szpindel Catalog of Woe short story by Mindy Klasky Ferret and Red short story by Josepha Sherman A Man's Place novelette by Eric Choi Dancing in the Dark novelette by Nancy Kress The Siren Stone novelette by Derwin Mak Feef's House novelette by Doranna Durgin Attached Please Find My Novel novelette by Sean P. Fodera Field Trip novelette by Janet Stirling and S. M. Stirling Come All Ye Faithful / Придите, верные... short story by Robert J. Sawyer Riggers short story by Michael E. Picray Suspended Lives novelette by Alison Sinclair I Knew a Guy Once novelette by Tanya Huff

Preprofessional ballet program requires a fully-accredited dance teacher. RAD syllabus or equivalent classes. Pas de deux & repertoire. Beginner to professional students. Applicant should be a member of the Dance Educators of America (DEA), and have trained in a national-caliber school such as the School of American Ballet, the National Ballet School, or the Royal Academy of Dancing. Preference given to teachers who have demonstrated success working with younger students of unusual ability. Submit applications, with letters of reference, to R. Mombatu, Liaison Office, United Nations Interplanetary Division.

WHEN my brother dropped me off at Lincoln Center on his way down to Wall Street, the alien landing craft again blocked the plaza and Security swarmed everywhere. “The Mollies are back to see the ballet again,” Cal said. “I thought we weren’t supposed to call them that,” I said, making a face at him. “Octopi, then.” “Squidi.” “Calamari.” We giggled at each other like ten-year-olds. I suspect that morning both of us wished we were ten again. Then Cal wouldn’t have to deal with Sally and I wouldn’t have to make my meeting with Alvarez. “Well,” Cal said, “at least the aliens’ being so fond of ballet is good for you,” and I didn’t tell him different. Nothing was good for me just then. I knew what Alvarez wanted to see me about. . . .