Greenberg, Martin H. (ed.) - Masters of Fantasy / Гринберг, Мартин (ред.) - Мастера фэнтези [1992, epub, ENG]

The Rats in the Walls / Крысы в стенах by H. P. Lovecraft The Woman of the Wood / Лесные женщины by A. Merritt Trouble with Water / Трудности с водой by H. L. Gold Thirteen O'Clock / Тринадцатый час by C. M. Kornbluth The Coming of the White Worm / Пришествие белого червя by Clark Ashton Smith Yesterday Was Monday / Вчера был понедельник by Theodore Sturgeon They Bite / Они кусаются by Anthony Boucher Call Him Demon / Назовем его демоном by Henry Kuttner and C. L. Moore Daemon / Даэмон by C. L. Moore The Black Ferris / Чёртово колесо by Ray Bradbury Displaced Person / Перемещённое лицо by Eric Frank Russell Our Fair City / Наш прекрасный город by Robert A. Heinlein Come and Go Mad / Добро пожаловать в сумасшедший дом! by Fredric Brown There Shall Be No Darkness by James Blish The Loom of Darkness (= Liane the Wayfarer) / Лайан-Странник by Jack Vance The Rag Thing / Тряпка by Donald A. Wollheim Sail On! Sail On! / Вперёд, мой чёлн! by Philip José Farmer One Ordinary Day, with Peanuts by Shirley Jackson That Hell-Bound Train / Поезд в ад by Robert Bloch Nine Yards of Other Cloth by Manly Wade Wellman The Montavarde Camera by Avram Davidson Man Overboard / Человек за бортом by John Collier My Dear Emily / Моя дорогая Эмили by Joanna Russ Descending / Спуск by Thomas M. Disch Four Ghosts in Hamlet / Четыре Призрака из «Гамлета» by Fritz Leiber Divine Madness / Божественное безумие by Roger Zelazny Narrow Valley / Узкая долина by R. A. Lafferty Timothy by Keith Roberts Through a Glass—Darkly by Zenna Henderson Jeffty Is Five / Джеффти пять лет by Harlan Ellison Within the Walls of Tyre / В стенах Тира by Michael Bishop

He had known it, somehow, when he had awakened that morning. He knew it more surely now, staring out of the editorial room window into the early afternoon sunlight slanting down among the buildings to cast a pattern of light and shadow. He knew that soon, perhaps even today, something important was going to happen. Whether good or bad he did not know, but he darkly suspected. And with reason; there are few good things that may unexpectedly happen to a man, things, that is, of lasting importance. Disaster can strike from innumerable directions, in amazingly diverse ways. A voice said, “Hey, Mr. Vine,” and he turned away from the window, slowly. That in itself was strange for it was not his manner to move slowly; he was a small, volatile man, almost catlike in the quickness of his reactions and his movements. But this time something made him turn slowly from the window, almost as though he never again expected to see that chiaroscuro of an early afternoon. He said, “Hi, Red.” . . .