Datlow, Ellen (ed) - Mythic Fiction / Датлоу, Эллен (ред) - "Мифы и легенды" [2009-2010, EPUB, ENG]

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Название: Mythic Fiction / "Мифы и легенды"
Год выпуска:2009-2010
Под редакцией: Datlow, Ellen & Terri Windling / Датлоу, Эллен & Терри Виндлинг
Издательство: Разные
Формат: EPUB
Качество: eBook
Язык: английский

Антологии с рассказами в жанре фэнтези, основанными на мифах и легендах разных народов
The Coyote Road: Trickster Tales 2009, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-1-101-15557-8, Firebird / Penguin
Preface by Ellen Datlow and Terri Windling
Introduction by Terri Windling
One Odd Shoe by Pat Murphy
Coyote Woman by Carolyn Dunn
Wagers of Gold Mountain by Steve Berman
The Listeners by Nina Kiriki Hoffman
Realer Than You by Christopher Barzak
The Fiddler of Bayou Teche by Delia Sherman
A Tale for the Short Days by Richard Bowes
Friday Night at St. Cecilia's by Ellen Klages
The Fortune-Teller by Patricia A. McKillip
How Raven Made His Bride by Theodora Goss
Crow Roads by Charles de Lint
The Chamber Music of Animals by Katherine Vaz
Uncle Bob Visits by Caroline Stevermer
Uncle Tompa by Midori Snyder
Cat of the World by Michael Cadnum
Honored Guest by Ellen Kushner
Always the Same Story by Elizabeth E. Wein
The Senorita and the Cactus Thorn by Kim Antieau
Black Rock Blues by Will Shetterly
The Constable of Abal / Констебль из Абала by Kelly Link
A Reversal of Fortune by Holly Black
God Clown by Carol Emshwiller
The Other Labyrinth by Jedediah Berry
The Dreaming Wind / Вихрь сновидений by Jeffrey Ford
Kwaku Anansi Walks the World's Web by Jane Yolen
The Evolution of Trickster Stories Among the Dogs of North Park After the Change by Kij Johnson
The Beastly Bride and Other Tales of the Animal People / Невеста зверя 2010, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-1-101-18617-6, Viking
Preface by Ellen Datlow and Terri Windling
Introduction by Terri Windling
Island Lake / Остров на озере by E. Catherine Tobler
The Puma's Daughter / Дочь пумы by Tanith Lee
Map of Seventeen / Карта семнадцать лет by Christopher Barzak
The Selkie Speaks / Говорит селки by Delia Sherman
Bear's Bride / Невеста медведя by Johanna Sinisalo
The Abominable Child's Tale / Сказка об ужасном ребёнке by Carol Emshwiller
The Hikikomori / Хикикомори by Hiromi Goto
The Comeuppance of Creegus Maxin / Заслуженное наказание Кригуса Максина by Gregory Frost
Ganesha / Ганеша by Jeffrey Ford
The Elephant's Bride / Жена слона by Jane Yolen
The Children of Cadmus / Дети Кадма by Ellen Kushner
The White Doe: Three Poems / Белая косуля: три стихотворения by Jeannine Hall Gailey
Coyote and Valorosa / Койот и Валороза by Terra L. Gearhart-Serna
One Thin Dime / Медный грош by Stewart Moore
The Monkey Bride / Обезьяна-невеста by Midori Snyder
Pishaach / Пишах by Shweta Narayan
The Salamander Fire / Огонь саламандры by Marly Youmans
The Margay's Children / Дети марги by Richard Bowes
Thimbleriggery and Fledglings / Наперсточник и пернатые by Steve Berman
The Flock / Стая by Lucius Shepard
The Children of the Shark God / Дети Акульего бога by Peter S. Beagle
Rosina / Розина by Nan Fry

Jeffrey Ford
Each and every year, in that brief time when summer and autumn share the same bed—the former, sunburned and exhausted, drifting toward sleep, the latter, rousing to the crickets’ call and the gentle brush of the first falling leaves against its face—the Dreaming Wind swept down from somewhere in the distant north, heading somewhere to the distant south, leaving everywhere in its wake incontrovertible proof of the impossible.
Our town, like the others lying directly in the great gale’s path, was not exempt from the bizarre changes wrought by its passing. We prepared ourselves as best we could, namely in our hearts and minds, for there was no place to hide from it, even though you might crawl into the crawl space beneath your house and pull a blanket over your head. No manner of boarding windows, stuffing towels beneath the doors, turning out the lights, or jumping into a lead-lined coffin and pulling shut the lid made a whit’s worth of difference. Somehow it always found you and had its crazy way.
So it was that each year, often on a deep blue afternoon in late August or early September, some of us noticed the leaves in the trees begin to rustle and heard amid their branches, just a whisper at first, the sound of running water. Then we knew to warn the others. “The Wind, the Wind” was the cry throughout the streets of town, and Hank Garrett, our constable, climbed up to the platform on the roof of his house and turned the crank-handle siren to alert farmers out in the fields of the valley that the blowing chaos was on its way. The citizens of Lipara scurried home, powerless to effect any protection, but determined to share the burden of strangeness with loved ones and bolster the faith of the young that it wouldn’t last forever.
. . .

Peter S. Beagle

Once there was a village on an island that belonged to the Shark God. Every man in the village was a fisherman, and the women cooked their catch and mended their nets and painted their little boats. And because that island was sacred to him, the Shark God saw to it that there were always fish to be caught, and seals as well, in the waters beyond the coral reef, and protected the village from the great gray typhoons that came every year to flood other lagoons and blow down the trees and the huts of other islands. Therefore the children of the village grew fat and strong, and the women were beautiful and strong, and the fishermen were strong and high-hearted even when they were old.
In return for his benevolence the Shark God asked little from his people: only tribute of a single goat at the turn of each year. To the accompaniment of music and prayers, and with a wreath of plaited fresh flowers around its neck, it would be tethered in the lagoon at moonrise. Morning would find it gone, flower petals floating on the water, and the Shark God never seen—never in that form, anyway.
Now the Shark God could alter his shape as he pleased, like any god, but he never showed himself on land more than once in a generation. When he did, he was most often known to appear as a handsome young man, light-footed and charming. Only one woman ever recognized the divinity hiding behind the human mask. Her name was Mirali, and this tale is what is known about her, and about her children.
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