Datlow, Ellen (ed.) - Nebula Awards Showcase 2009 / Датлоу, Эллен (ред.) - Витрина премии Небьюла 2009 [2009, epub, ENG]

Introduction by Ellen Datlow About The Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America About the Nebula Awards The 2008 Nebula Awards Final Ballot The Merchant and the Alchemist's Gate / Купец и волшебные врата novelette by Ted Chiang Always / Всегда short story by Karen Joy Fowler Where the Sidewalk Ends essay by Barry N. Malzberg Why I Write Science Fiction essay by Kathleen Ann Goonan Titanium Mike Saves the Day short story by David D. Levine Pol Pot's Beautiful Daughter / Прекрасная дочь Пол Пота novelette by Geoff Ryman The Yiddish Policeman's Union (excerpt) by Michael Chabon About the Rhysling Award Last Unicorn poem by Jane Yolen The Graven Idol's Godheart poem by Rich Ristow The Journey to Kailash poem by Mike Allen Stars Seen Through Stone novella by Lucius Shepard What You Saw Was What you Got: The Year in Films essay by Howard Waldrop Pan's Labyrinth: Dreaming with Eyes Wide Open essay by Tim Lucas The Evolution of Trickster Stories Among the Dogs of North Park After the Change novelette by Kij Johnson About the Damon Knight Grand Master Award An Appreciation of Michael Moorcock essay by Kim Newman The Pleasure Garden of Felipe Sagittarius / Странный сад Фелипе Саджиттариуса short story by Michael Moorcock The Andre Norton Award The New Golden Age: The Rise of Young Adult Science Fiction and Fantasy essay by Gwenda Bond Clubbing essay by Ellen Asher Captive Girl short story by Jennifer Pelland Unique Chicken Goes in Reverse short story by Andy Duncan Fountain of Age novella by Nancy Kress Past Nebula Award Winners The Authors Emeriti Ardath Mayhar, Talent from the Pines essay by Joe R. Lansdale

In Cambodia people are used to ghosts. Ghosts buy newspapers. They own property. A few years ago, spirits owned a house in Phnom Penh, at the Tra Bek end of Monivong Boulevard. Khmer Rouge had murdered the whole family and there was no one left alive to inherit it. People cycled past the building, leaving it boarded up. Sounds of weeping came from inside. . . .