Weis, Margaret (ed) - A Dragon-Lover's Treasury of the Fantastic / Уэйс, Маргарет (ред) - Сокровищница фантастики для любителей драконов [2008, EPUB, ENG]

Weyr Search / Поиск Вейра novella by Anne McCaffrey Cockfight novelette by Jane Yolen The Storm King novelette by Joan D. Vinge The Fellowship of the Dragon / Братство дракона novelette by Patricia A. McKillip The Champion of Dragons short story by Mickey Zucker Reichert Two Yards of Dragon novelette by L. Sprague de Camp Saint Willibald's Dragon short story by Esther M. Friesner A Drama of Dragons / Встреча с драконом novelette by Craig Shaw Gardner The George Business / Бизнес Джорджа short story by Roger Zelazny The Dragonbone Flute short story by Lois Tilton The Ice Dragon / Ледяной дракон novelette by George R. R. Martin The Hidden Dragon short story by Barbara Delaplace Last Dragon short story by Steve Rasnic Tem The Wizard's Boy short story by Nancy Varian Berberick A Hiss of Dragon short story by Gregory Benford and Marc Laidlaw A Plague of Butterflies / Проклятие бессмертия short story by Orson Scott Card The Ever-After short story by Rosemary Edghill (as by Eluki bes Shahar) Dragons' Teeth / Коготь дракона novelette by David Drake The Trials and Tribulations of Myron Blumberg, Dragon / Страдания дракона Блумберга short story by Mike Resnick St. Dragon and the George / Святой Дракон и Георгий novelette by Gordon R. Dickson

The butterflies awoke him. Amasa felt them before he saw them, the faint pressure of hundreds of half-dozens of feet, weighting his rough wool sheet so that he dreamed of a shower of warm snow. Then he opened his eyes and there they were, in the shaft of sunlight like a hundred stained-glass windows, on the floor like a carpet woven by an inspired lunatic, delicately in the air like leaves falling upward in a wind. At last, he said silently. He watched them awhile, then gently lifted his covers. The butterflies arose with the blanket. Carefully he swung his feet to the floor; they eddied away from his footfall, then swarmed back to cover him. He waded through them like the shallow water on the edge of the sea, endlessly charging and then retreating quickly. He who fights and runs away, lives to fight another day. You have come to me at last, he said, and then he shuddered, for this was the change in his life that he had waited for, and now he wasn’t sure he wanted it after all. . . .