Datlow, Ellen (ed) - Queen Victoria's Book of Spells / Датлоу, Эллен (ред) - Книга заклинаний королевы Виктории [2013, epub, ENG]

Queen Victoria's Book of Spells short fiction by Delia Sherman The Fairy Enterprise novelette by Jeffrey Ford From the Catalogue of the Pavilion of the Uncanny and Marvelous, Scheduled for Premiere at the Great Exhibition (Before the Fire) short fiction by Genevieve Valentine The Memory Book short story by Maureen F. McHugh La Reine d'Enfer short story by Kathe Koja For the Briar Rose short fiction by Elizabeth E. Wein The Governess short fiction by Elizabeth Bear Smithfield short fiction by James P. Blaylock The Unwanted Women of Surrey novelette by Kaaron Warren Charged short story by Leanna Renee Hieber Mr. Splitfoot short fiction by Dale Bailey Phosphorus novelette by Veronica Schanoes We Without Us Were Shadows novelette by Catherynne M. Valente The Vital Importance of the Superficial short fiction by Ellen Kushner and Caroline Stevermer The Jewel in the Toad Queen's Crown short story by Jane Yolen A Few Twigs He Left Behind short fiction by Gregory Maguire Their Monstrous Minds short fiction by Tanith Lee Estella Saves the Village short story by Theodora Goss

The governess inhabits a liminal space. She is not a servant, exactly … but nor is she a member of the family. Though she is impoverished, she is also genteel. Though she is the family’s employee, she is also its protector. Her name is Annabelle, but at the manor house known as The Silver Beeches, the family B____—father, mother with her faint, lingering hint of an Irish accent, two girls, and a boy—call her Mrs Reed. She is widowed. She has no children of her own. Mr B____ does nothing so pedestrian as to work, nothing so frightfully middle-class as to hold down a job. His family’s maintenance is secured through a complex of investments, estates, trusts, and inheritances so Byzantine that Annabelle does not pretend to comprehend it. It would not seem out of place in the novels of one Mr Dickens, which Annabelle reads in her room beside the nursery after supper, when the children are asleep. Candles are dear, and her room has no gas, so she reads sparingly—except when she is caught up in some twist of the plot and lingers awake far too long into the night. . . .