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Collected Stories by Lewis Shiner

I first read Lew’s graceful science fiction stories in the 1990s genre magazines. What an astonishment to discover he has, over a multi-decade career, written mainstream, dark fantasy, cyberpunk, historicals, a miniseries of hard-boiled detective stories, even a western or two. You’ll find them all in Lew’s amazing Collected Stories, with (coincidentally) an Introduction by another Story Collection Storybundle author, Karen Joy Fowler. Enjoy this multi-talented author’s body of short fiction in The Story Collection Storybundle.

–Lisa Mason

“These 41 powerful stories cover Shiner’s career across three decades and multiple genres, showcasing hard-edged, often political genre fiction at its finest….Shiner never fails to astound, and this collection highlights everything that makes him one of today’s best storytellers.”
—Publishers Weekly (starred review)

“With Collected Stories, Lewis Shiner cements his position as one of the SF field’s most accomplished practitioners. His humanism and his compassion are evident in even the more pessimistic explorations of power struggles, and reveal a thoughtful and erudite exploration of how and why human beings treat one another the way they do. Shiner’s prose sparkles with humanity, with empathy, and with clarity. Taken as a whole, the collection is a gift of narrative, a multifaceted examination into what it means to be a human being in any universe.”
—Jason Eric Lundberg, Strange Horizons

“That may be Shiner’s greatest talent, the ability —  like all the masters of the short fiction form — to create characters we can care about, can even relate to, in brief tales and in the most incredible circumstances. Regardless of allegory or fantasy, what makes his Collected Stories so memorable is the humanity at their heart. This is a substantial collection in every sense, one that places Lewis Shiner among the finest of today’s short story practitioners.”
—James A. Gardner, blogcritics.org

Visit Lew and learn more about his books and stories at lewisshiner.com.

Love short stories! The Story Collection Storybundle is live for less than a week until June 2! You the reader name your price—whatever you feel the books are worth. You may designate a portion to go to a charity. Enjoy traditionally published, multi-award-winning stories from diverse and varied publications which the authors have collected for you.

The Bundle includes What I Didn’t See (a World Fantasy Award Winner) by Karen Joy Fowler (the New York Times bestselling author of The Jane Austen Book Club), Collected Stories by Philip K. Dick Award Finalist Lewis Shiner, Errantry by four-time World Fantasy Award-winning Elizabeth Hand, The Green Leopard Plague by two-time Nebula Award-winning Walter Jon Williams, Women Up to No Good by multi-award-winning Pat Murphy, Strange Ladies: 7 Stories by New York Times Notable Book Author Lisa Mason, Wild Things by C. C. Finlay, the editor of The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction, and 6 Stories by Bram Stoker Award-winning Kathe Koja.

Stock up your ereader for your summer vacation and way, way beyond. The Story Collection Storybundle lasts less than a week until June 2, 2016 at https://storybundle.com/storycollection

“Wild Thing”
C. C. Finlay

He was the sort of boy who always had a stick in his hand unless he chanced to have a stone. Today he held one of each as he ran in the mote-stirred sunlight. He skirted the plashes of water, pressed through the bulrushes, and paused on a small rise with his head cocked alertly.

“He’s a nuisance,” Howl muttered, sitting on a branch.

“I like him,” Pooka whispered from his perch beside Howl.

“He’s a mud-spattered, ratty-haired, goat-footed, frog-legged, spider-fingered, stick-swinging, rock-throwing nuisance.”

“That’s exactly why I like him.”

Pooka snatched a ball of sunlight from the air and spun it, thrust fingers in his mouth and emitted a bird-loud whistle. He tumbled backward off the branch, landing on his feet just as the rock clipped Howl on the temple. Tiny periwinkle trousers cartwheeled through the air and Howl crashed upside down in the bushes. Pooka laughed.

A stick javelined into the leaves, resulting in a cry of “Oof!” Before Pooka could react, the boy landed on the pile and grabbed Howl.

“I got you!”

“Oh no you don’t,” Pooka answered, but not so the lad could hear him. He and Howl were almost as tall as human toddlers, but thinner and weighed much less. Buzzing like a hive of hornets, Pooka jumped on the wild boy’s head, drew his little dagger, and inflicted several quick pricks across the scalp and neck.

The boy flailed his hand at the back of his head. “Eyah!”

Bzzzzzzz,” Pooka hummed as he jabbed again and again.

Dropping Howl, the boy leapt up and ran away. Pooka clung to a handful of his hair, bouncing wildly on the boy’s shoulder and buzzing with all his might. On impulse, he sawed through the strands with his blade rather than let go. Then he flitted to the ground and ran back to Howl’s side.

His companion sat there, massaging a knot on the side of his head. “Why’d you do that? It was close–he nearly caught me!”

“He saw you,” Pooka said.

“Did not! He heard your stupid whistle and caught that flash of glamour, didn’t he?”

Pooka held out his hand, hauling Howl to his feet. “He hit you with the stick after you fell off the branch. Once he spotted you, he kept sight of you.”

“But–”

“And snatched you with that first nab of his too. Quick hands. What’re the chances of that?”

Howl wrinkled his brow. The two of them looked over at the boy, who, not so far away, still spun in circles brushing wildly at the back of his head.

“So he’s of the blood?” Howl asked. “Related to us?”

“If he’s mud-spattered, ratty-haired, and frog-legged, then he must be related to you.” Pooka plucked a dappled pink foxglove blossom and twirled it on his finger. “Mind you, I’m rather handsome.”

Read this rest of this delightful story in C.C. Finlay’s collection, Wild Things, exclusively in The Story Collection Storybundle.

Visit Charlie at ccfinlay.com and on Twitter at @ccfinlay.

So there you have it, my friends. The Story Collection Storybundle ends today! You the reader name your price—whatever you feel the books are worth. You may even designate a portion to go to a charity. Savor traditionally published, multi-award-winning stories from diverse and varied publications which the authors have collected for you.

The Bundle includes What I Didn’t See (a World Fantasy Award Winner) by Karen Joy Fowler (the New York Times bestselling author of The Jane Austen Book Club), Collected Stories by Lewis Shiner, Errantry by Elizabeth Hand, The Green Leopard Plague by Walter Jon Williams, Women Up to No Good by Pat Murphy, Strange Ladies: 7 Stories by Lisa Mason, Wild Things by C. C. Finlay, and 6 Stories by Kathe Koja.

But you must act now. The Story Collection Storybundle ends in a week on June 2, 2016 at https://storybundle.com/storycollection. Grab yours while you can! And happy reading for the summer and beyond!

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Here are the stories you’ll find in Wild Things by C. C. Finlay! You can only find the ebook here, in the bundle. Charlie prepared it just for us!

Wild Thing
Pervert
Still Life With Action Figure
A Game of Chicken
Lucy, In Her Splendor
The Frontier Archipelago
The Seal Hunter
The Smackdown Outside Dedham
Footnotes
The Political Officer
Fading Quayle, Dancing Quayle
After the Gaud Chrysalis
The Factwhore Proposition
We Come Not to Praise Washington

C.C. Finlay is the author of half a dozen books and dozens of stories. His stories have been republished in numerous Year’s Best reprints, nominated for the Hugo, Nebula, Sturgeon, and other awards, and translated into sixteen languages. He’s the ninth editor of the eminent Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction. Finlay has also taught at Clarion, Clarion YA, Alpha Writers, and Odyssey Online Writing Classes. He’s the resident editor for the Online Writing Workshops.

Here’s what the critics have to say about C. C. Finlay’s Wild Things:

“[T]hese stories show Finlay exploring a variety of genres, bringing freshness and intelligence to them all… an absorbing and often surprising collection.” – Booklist

“Finlay shows himself to be a versatile writer of imaginative fiction in his first story collection… these 14 tales display an insightful knowledge of human nature.” –Publishers Weekly

“Finlay displays an astonishing range, an active imagination and a developing assurance and control: a writer to watch.” – Kirkus

“Finlay’s stories will endure.” – Ideomancer

Visit Charlie at ccfinlay.com and on Twitter at @ccfinlay.

So there you have it, my friends. The Story Collection Storybundle is live! You the reader name your price—whatever you feel the books are worth. You may even designate a portion to go to a charity. Savor traditionally published, multi-award-winning stories from diverse and varied publications which the authors have collected for you.

The Bundle includes What I Didn’t See (a World Fantasy Award Winner) by Karen Joy Fowler (the New York Times bestselling author of The Jane Austen Book Club), Collected Stories by Lewis Shiner, Errantry by Elizabeth Hand, The Green Leopard Plague by Walter Jon Williams, Women Up to No Good by Pat Murphy, Strange Ladies: 7 Stories by Lisa Mason, Wild Things by C. C. Finlay, and 6 Stories by Kathe Koja.

But you must act now. The Story Collection Storybundle lasts only until June 2, 2016 at https://storybundle.com/storycollection. Once it’s gone, it’s gone!

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The Story Collection Storybundle is Live at https://storybundle.com/storycollection but you must act now! Only week left until June 2, 2016, after which it’s gone!

At StoryBundle, you the reader name your price—whatever you feel the books are worth. You may designate a portion of the proceeds to go to a charity. For The Story Collection Storybundle, that’s Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America (“SFWA”). SFWA champions writers’ rights, sponsors the Nebula Award for excellence in science fiction, and promotes numerous literacy groups.

For $5 (or more, if you wish), you’ll receive the basic bundle of three books in any eBook format worldwide. For $12 (or more, it’s up to you), you’ll receive five bonus books as well. That’s eight stellar ebooks to add to your e-library.

The basic bundle includes:

Collected Stories by Lewis Shiner

The extensive and multi-genre collection was prepared as an ebook for Storybundle, includes forty-one stories, and has an Introduction by Karen Joy Fowler. Shiner was a finalist for the Philip K Dick Award, the Hugo Award, and the Nebula Award.

Errantry: Strange Stories by Elizabeth Hand

Hand won the World Fantasy Award four times, the Nebula Award twice, the Shirley Jackson Award twice, the Mythopoetic Award, and was a New York Times and Washington Post Notable Book Author.

The Green Leopard Plague and Other Stories by Walter Jon Williams

Two stories in this collection won the Nebula Award. Williams was a Philip K Dick Award Finalist and placed numerous times for the Nebula and Hugo Awards.

The bonus books, which complete your bundle, are:

What I Didn’t See: Stories by Karen Joy Fowler

The collection won the World Fantasy Award and the title story won the Nebula. Fowler wrote The Jane Austen Book Club, a New York Times Bestseller made into a film, and won the 2013 PEN/Faulkner for We are all completely beside ourselves.

6 Stories by Kathe Koja

The collection was created by the author exclusively for Storybundle. Koja won the Bram Stoker Award and was a Philip K Dick Award Finalist.

Strange Ladies: 7 Stories by Lisa Mason

The collection received five stars from the San Francisco Review of Books. Mason was a Philip K Dick Award Finalist, a San Francisco Chronicle Recommended Book Author, and a New York Times Notable Book Author.

Women Up to No Good by Pat Murphy

The collection includes two stories nominated for the Nebula Award. Murphy won the Nebula twice, the World Fantasy Award, and the Philip K Dick Award.

Wild Things by C. C. Finlay

The collection is an ebook exclusive for Storybundle and has a new Afterword. A multi-award-nominated author, Finlay is the editor of The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction.

But never mind the authors’ accolades and accomplishments. The collections are a feast for the mind—amazing, far-ranging, thought-provoking, disturbing, witty, and—dare I say it?—a damn good read.

It’s difficult to locate some of the stories in anthologies and magazines that have gone out of print. The authors of the Story Collection Storybundle have done the work of assembling their collections. All you have to do is enjoy!

If you love short stories as much as I do, you’ll find a delightful cornucopia of literary riches. The Story Collection Storybundle is unique and diverse. Browse selections among them or devour an author’s entire offering. That’s what I love about stories. The choice is yours!

So there you have it, my friends. The Story Collection Storybundle runs only until June 2, 2016, only eight more days! Load up your ereader for summer vacation and way beyond! Once it’s gone, it’s gone! Download yours today at https://storybundle.com/storycollection and enjoy world-class, award-winning reading right now and through the summer months.

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Here’s an excerpt from Lisa Mason’s “Destination,” in The Story Collection Storybundle:

Destination
By Lisa Mason

Sal is running low on gas, cash, and inner peace ninety miles west of Provo, so on a whim she swings off the freeway and guns it through Boulder, aiming to pick up riders as soon as day breaks. Now Sal, Frankie’d say, if I told you once, honey, I told you a thousand times. Just ‘cause you get a whim don’t mean you got to go do it.

But Frankie ain’t here to honey this and honey that and the radio has been railing all night about the trail of blood from Los Angeles to New York and back again. Sal herself is eastbound from L.A. Small chance she’d run into the Slash ‘N’ Basher, who they think is heading west.

But between eastbound and west, there’s just a thin white line and the speed in her wheels. Deep night before dawn, the scrub plains of Nevada, mountains stark as a moonscape, make her lonely and a little bit scared.

*   *   *

Dawn stabs her eyes as she finds her way to the college in Boulder, a collection of retro-futuristic towers that look like the set of a Woody Allen movie from the Sixties. In fact, the campus was a set of that silly movie, or so Sal has it on good authority.

What a grin! Her journey is touched—yet again—by the magic of movies.

In the slightly shabby student union, she finds a ride board. A serious expanse of cork thumb-tacked with printouts and hand-lettered signs, everything fringed with phone numbers, fax numbers, email addresses.

Her 1978 sea-green Olds Delta Royale Eighty-eight is a big old boat from a used car lot. She could take five skinny Goths, a married couple with a kid, or four freshmen with a week’s change of clothes.

Sal is no mood for complications. She decides three eastbound one-ways, with two hundred bucks each for gas and a backpack to stow, will do the trick. She tears off a handful of fringe, heads down the hall to the old-fashioned phone booth. She dials up a bunch of old-fashioned phone numbers.

Three sleepy voices answer on the first try. Is this luck? She tells each of them to pack it up, bring coin of the realm, and get on over to the student union. She’s heading out on the highway at eight A.M. sharp, come hell or nuclear winter.

So that’s that. She wanders over to a franchise café in the student union, orders coffee, stirs in three packets of pure cane sugar and a splash of curdled cream from an aluminum pitcher on the counter. Caffeine, sugar, fat—a bit of protein if you count the flies dive-bombing the cream. She needs nourishment after another grueling all-nighter.

The first rider is a tough old guy, shorter than Sal. She can tell right away that doesn’t sit well with him. That a punk-ass slip of a girl has got two inches on him, not counting the heels of her cowboy boots. Curse his mama, curse her mama before her, curse all mamas for breeding gnarly runts like him. That’s what he’s thinking.

But he politely removes his Stetson to introduce himself, and she gets a good glimpse of his boar-bristle butch, wind-scoured skin, whittled cheeks of the poor who eat lean ‘cause they’ve got to. Beneath the unbuttoned collar of his shirt, Sal sees the bridge of a spaceship silk-screened on his T-shirt.

“Call me Wingy,” he says, picking tobacco-stained teeth with a sooty fingernail. Only then does she notice the stump just below his right elbow where the rest of his arm ought to be, the sleeve of his flannel shirt pinned up.

“Them oil rigs off Loozeeanna,” Wingy says, catching her glance, “they a bitch.”

He dares her to look away.

She does.

The second rider hitches up cheap leather jeans beneath his ample gnome belly, along with a boar’s-head brass belt buckle. He goes goat-bearded, sunglassed courtesy of Taiwan, compulsively finger-combing spider-webby brown hair hanging longer down his back than Sal’s. Paisley scarves braided with suede thongs bind his forehead, wrists, and knees. Other little odd things dangle off him here and there: a silver-tone skull and crossbones, black plastic spiders, tiny brass Tibetan bells. Pinned across his chest are buttons that say Eat Me and Crack Heads Today or exhibit miniature pictures, including the face of the Queen of England and a spaceship poised above a red planet.

The toes curling out of his Birkenstocks are cleaner than Wingy’s fingernails, but the ice in his eyes and the sneer on his lips hint he hasn’t worked an honest day in decades. “Folks call me Jive,” he says, “and so can you.’

She does.

Three’s lucky, they say, and the third, thank the Lord, is a dead-ringer for Prince Charming. Six two, if he’s an inch, and solid as a rock. Blond locks kiss his suntanned forehead, nibble at his noble neck. Some say ordinary faces with perfect symmetry are the most beautiful. If that’s true, Sal’s got to hand this boy the prize. He’s got eyes as true-blue as the Colorado sky, a ski slope of a nose, a mouth that ought to know how to eat a peach.

Sal can’t help but smile, but he doesn’t return the courtesy. His baby blues dart down, dart away. A shy one, she sighs.

He pulls off his lambskin bomber jacket. Beneath the jacket, he wears a crisp white shirt and new jeans. He slings an orange nylon backpack over his shoulder, carries a paperback book, the cover an airbrushed illustration of a spaceship warping through galaxies.

“You can put the backpack in the trunk,” he says.

When they walk out to the Olds in the parking lot, she does.

But his snooty manner rubs her the wrong way. Maybe the others look low-class to him, Sal thinks, popping open the trunk, dropping his backpack in. Make him nervous, nice kid like this. Maybe she looks like that to him. Low-class and crusty, her boots needing a shine.

Well, lah-dee-dah. Two straight days on the road will muss the hair of the Queen of England. Don’t even think about her fingernails. Now Sal, Frankie’d say, take it easy, honey, don’t get your blood boiling over no damn thing.

She doesn’t take it easy. Two straight days on the road have turned her nerves into frayed wire, sparking with indignation. She whirls around. If you’re too good for us, pal, she starts to say, shove off.

But the boys, they are shooting the breeze. Oh, they are having themselves a time.

“And how about you, buddy?” Wingy is saying, clapping Prince Charming on the shoulder. “What’s your handle?”

“It’s the eyes,” he says. Dang, if he doesn’t blush, a fine pink misting his perfect cheekbones.

“Don’t tell me. Blue?” Jive says with a grin that does little to recommend his dentist.

“Baby Blue,” Prince Charming confesses.

“Babe,” Jive announces. “We’ll call this good ol’ boy Babe.”

Babe grins as if he’s just been handed the Medal of Honor. Glances at Sal, sweet and furtive. Her knees go weak. Babe.

“Listen up, guys,” she says, slamming the trunk. “Frankie needs me in Detroit in three days. So we’re gonna do nonstop. No drugs, no drinking, no funny stuff. We share the wheel, the gas, and that’s about it. You got it?”

They get it. They pile in. The first stakes out an armrest, the second some leg room, the third cranks down a window in the back.

If any of them has got a secret to hide, he doesn’t let on.

So there you have it, my friends. The Story Collection Storybundle is live! You the reader name your price—whatever you feel the books are worth. You may even designate a portion to go to a charity. Savor traditionally published, multi-award-winning stories from diverse and varied publications which the authors have collected for you.

The Bundle includes What I Didn’t See (a World Fantasy Award Winner) by Karen Joy Fowler (the New York Times bestselling author of The Jane Austen Book Club), Collected Stories by Lewis Shiner, Errantry by Elizabeth Hand, The Green Leopard Plague by Walter Jon Williams, Women Up to No Good by Pat Murphy, Strange Ladies: 7 Stories by Lisa Mason, Wild Things by C. C. Finlay, and 6 Stories by Kathe Koja.

But you must act now. The Story Collection Storybundle lasts only until June 2, 2016 at https://storybundle.com/storycollection

“I’m quite impressed, not only by the writing, which gleams and sparkles, but also by [Lisa Mason’s] versatility. I also really like her afterwords to each story, which tell something of the genesis of each one. The book starts with “The Oniomancer,” previously published in Asimov’s; a tale about a bicycle messenger with a pink mohawk and sticky fingers. (No, she’s not a thief, but one of her mantras is “finders, keepers,” and she finds a lot of stuff. Oniomancy is . . . well, read the story and you’ll know.) I loved this one; it’s SF with just a hint of fantasy. Mason follows that one with a little tale about a woman who has worked her butt off to be able to move up to a swanky condo, but there’s a sneak thief in the area, one with a taste for willful destruction. Vaughn Kennedy discovers that a veve is good for more than just decoration. “Felicitas” is a horror/fantasy about a shapechanger; what ends well for the protagonist may not end well for other people! All the previous stories are somewhat standard SF/F, but with the fourth story, Mason starts really stretching her writing muscles; she is a wordsmith, and “Stripper” is where she starts strutting her stuff in this collection. And the next story, “Triad,” goes off into full-on fireworks—both in the writing and the science-fictional bending of gender roles (inspired, she says in her afterword, by Ursula K. LeGuin’s Left Hand of Darkness)… it sparkles, whirls and fizzes. Mason is clearly a writer to follow! And one more: her modern take on Lewis Carrol’s Alice in Wonderland is a hilarious gem! Along with all the SF/F, I grew up reading those two books (Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking-Glass), so I got every single reference. And I laughed all the way through this story; if you know the books I practically guarantee you’ll laugh too! (I won’t describe every story in this anthology, for the same reason I don’t like to give spoilers; I think there should be a few surprises and a little mystery left once you’ve read a review.)
Steve Fahnestalk, Amazing Stories Magazine Online
http://amazingstoriesmag.com/2016/05/times-running-get-storybundle-review/

So there you have it, my friends. The Story Collection Storybundle is live! You the reader name your price—whatever you feel the books are worth. You may even designate a portion to go to a charity. Savor traditionally published, multi-award-winning stories from diverse and varied publications which the authors have collected for you.

The Bundle includes What I Didn’t See (a World Fantasy Award Winner) by Karen Joy Fowler (the New York Times bestselling author of The Jane Austen Book Club), Collected Stories by Lewis Shiner, Errantry by Elizabeth Hand, The Green Leopard Plague by Walter Jon Williams, Women Up to No Good by Pat Murphy, Strange Ladies: 7 Stories by Lisa Mason, Wild Things by C. C. Finlay, and 6 Stories by Kathe Koja.

But you must act now. The Story Collection Storybundle lasts only until June 2, 2016 at https://storybundle.com/storycollection

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Here are the stories in Lisa Mason’s Strange Ladies: 7 Stories:

The Oniomancer
Asimov’s Science Fiction Magazine
, ed. Gardner Dozois

Guardian
Asimov’s Science Fiction Magazine
, ed. Gardner Dozois

Felicitas
Desire Burn: Women Writing from the Dark Side of Passion
, ed. Janet Berliner (Carroll & Graf)

Stripper
Unique Magazine,
ed. Tamara Sellman

Triad
Universe 2
, ed. Robert Silverberg (Bantam)

Destination
Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction
, ed. Kristine Kathryn Rusch

Transformation and the Postmodern Identity Crisis
Fantastic Alice, New Stories from Wonderland
, ed. Margaret Weis (Ace)

So there you have it, my friends. The Story Collection Storybundle is live! You the reader name your price—whatever you feel the books are worth. You may even designate a portion to go to a charity. Savor traditionally published, multi-award-winning stories from diverse and varied publications which the authors have collected for you.

The Bundle includes What I Didn’t See (a World Fantasy Award Winner) by Karen Joy Fowler (the New York Times bestselling author of The Jane Austen Book Club), Collected Stories by Lewis Shiner, Errantry by Elizabeth Hand, The Green Leopard Plague by Walter Jon Williams, Women Up to No Good by Pat Murphy, Strange Ladies: 7 Stories by Lisa Mason, Wild Things by C. C. Finlay, and 6 Stories by Kathe Koja.

But you must act now. The Story Collection Storybundle lasts only ten more days until June 2, 2016 at https://storybundle.com/storycollection. Once it’s gone, it’s gone!

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Yes, it’s true, today is my birthday. Also true I’m 3,000 years old.

You may be wondering—what are the secrets of my longevity?

I can’t reveal them all. They wouldn’t be secrets anymore, now would they?

But here are five of my faves:

1—Don’t drink the water. No one ever got cholera from a chilled bottle of chardonnay.

2—Pop quiz. What do Rod Serling, Walt Disney, Bob Marley, and George Harrison have in common? That’s correct—none of them lived to be 3,000. None lived to be 70. Some didn’t live to be 60. One didn’t live to be 40. Don’t smoke. Anything.

3—Never let the neighbors catch you talking to your cat or dog and your cat or dog answering you back. (See the Salem witch trials.)

4—Learn to say “please” and “thank you” in twenty languages. Say those words often, por favor. Danke.

5—Keep your mind active by reading short stories. And you’re in luck! You may pay what you wish for The Story Collection Storybundle and receive a bounty of traditionally published, multi-award-winning stories to nourish mind and soul.

The Bundle includes What I Didn’t See (a World Fantasy Award Winner) by Karen Joy Fowler (the New York Times bestselling author of The Jane Austen Book Club), Collected Stories by Lewis Shiner, Errantry by Elizabeth Hand, The Green Leopard Plague by Walter Jon Williams, Women Up to No Good by Pat Murphy, Strange Ladies: 7 Stories by Lisa Mason, Wild Things by C. C. Finlay, and 6 Stories by Kathe Koja.

But you must act now. The Story Collection Storybundle lasts only ten more days until June 2, 2016 at https://storybundle.com/storycollection. Once it’s gone, it’s gone!

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Here are the stories in Women Up To No Good by Pat Murphy in The Story Collection Storybundle:

Table of Contents
Introduction
Section 1: Looking for Trouble—And Finding It
A Flock of Lawn Flamingos
One Odd Shoe
On the Dark Side of the Station Where the Train Never Stops
Section 2: Love and Sex
Love and Sex Among the Invertebrates
The Eradication of Romantic Love
Section 3: Wolves and Women
Points of Departure
South of Oregon City
Ménage and Menagerie
Section 4: Stories and Storytellers
The True Story
Dragon’s Gate
Section 5: Out of This World
A Cartographic Analysis of the Dream State
Exploding, Like Fireworks
Recycling Strategies for the Inner City
Section 6: Changes of One Kind or Another
Games of Deception
Iris Versus the Black Knight
Going Through Changes

What do women want? Well, if Pat Murphy is to be trusted (and we’re not saying she is), women are looking for trouble. And in this collection of powerful stories, they find it — at an archeological dig in the Southwest, in the urban alleys, in California suburbs, in the old West, in ironic fantasy settings.

Over the past 25 years, Pat Murphy has been writing stories that garner critical attention and win awards. Her work is difficult to categorize, living on the boundaries between genres. But her characters are easy to recognize. They are troublemakers, every last one of them.

Want to know more?

Long and Short Reviews
http://www.longandshortreviews.com/book-reviews/women-up-to-no-good-by-pat-murphy/
Women Up to No Good is the most imaginative anthology I’ve read in 2013. I highly recommend it to anyone who loves science fiction and fantasy that bends the rules and sometimes even breaks them.

Ravenswood Reviews
http://ravenswoodreviews.blogspot.com/2012/12/exploding-like-fireworks-by-pat.html
Reading Pat Murphy’s outstanding science fiction is always mind-expanding, the equivalent of traveling to other worlds from the comfort of my armchair.
Long and Short Reviews
http://lasrsff.blogspot.com/2012/10/a-cartographic-analysis-of-dream-state.html
About “A Cartographic Analysis of the Dream State,” a story in Women Up To No Good
This is science fiction at its best. Peel away the technology, otherworldly setting and burgeoning mystery and the reader is left with a close-knit band of resourceful humans charting an unforgiving land. In order to achieve their goals and keep the group safe they’ll muster strength they never knew dwelt within them…. A Cartographic Analysis of the Dream State kept me guessing until the final sentence. This is the perfect book for anyone who has ever looked up at the night sky and wondered what adventures await the next person to fly up there.

For more about Pat’s stories and books, visit her website at www.brazenhussies.net/Murphy. Also visit her on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=530272238.

So there you have it, my friends. The Story Collection Storybundle is live! You the reader name your price—whatever you feel the books are worth. You may even designate a portion to go to a charity. Savor traditionally published, multi-award-winning stories from diverse and varied publications which the authors have collected for you.

The Bundle includes What I Didn’t See (a World Fantasy Award Winner) by Karen Joy Fowler (the New York Times bestselling author of The Jane Austen Book Club), Collected Stories by Lewis Shiner, Errantry by Elizabeth Hand, The Green Leopard Plague by Walter Jon Williams, Women Up to No Good by Pat Murphy, Strange Ladies: 7 Stories by Lisa Mason, Wild Things by C. C. Finlay, and 6 Stories by Kathe Koja.

But you must act now. The Story Collection Storybundle lasts only eleven more days until June 2, 2016 at https://storybundle.com/storycollection. Once it’s gone, it’s gone!

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Here are the stories you’ll find in Karen Joy Fowler’s story collection, What I Didn’t See:

The Pelican Bar
Booth’s Ghost
The Last Worders
The Dark Always
Familiar Birds
Private Grave 9
The Marianas Islands
Halfway People
Standing Room Only
What I Didn’t See
King Rat

“An exceptionally versatile author . . . Fowler has “the best possible combination of imagination and pragmatism,” as she applies unique narratives into carefully crafted structures.”
St. Louis Post-Dispatch

“In all these stories, Fowler (“Sarah Canary,” “The Jane Austen Book Club”) delights in luring her readers from the walks of ordinary life into darker, more fantastical realms. There, as one of her characters remarks, “Your eyes no longer impose any limit on the things you can see.” . . . Fowler’s closing story, “King Rat,” is a masterpiece. Reading more like a personal essay than fiction, it pays eloquent tribute to “the two men I credit with making me a writer.” Here’s a volume that serves as a fine introduction to Fowler, if you haven’t come across her before—and one that will deeply satisfy fans who’ve been with her from the beginning.”
Seattle Times

“One of those writers who can write an almost thoroughly mainstream realistic story and nearly convince us we’re reading SF, or write an SF story and convince us we’re reading mainstream realism.”
Locus

“That rare writer who can match the power of her novels with the power of her short stories. She works in the world of myth with great ease. We feel, reading her stories, that we are in our world, but some portion of it that connects vitally with everything else. What happens here is gripping, important, compelling, and often terrifying. Her new collection of stories, ‘What I Didn’t See’ offers readers perfect renderings of a New American Mythos”
Rick Kleffel, The Agony Column

Karen Joy Fowler takes the short story in directions readers could never anticipate, and her latest collection from the wonderful Small Beer Press, What I Didn’t See: Stories, offers up numerous delights for the smart and creative reader. From the wham-bang start of “The Pelican Bar” to the Hemingway-esque title story, Fowler takes you from the past to the future in stories that feature speculative fiction elements, or are starkly true to life. Cast your preconceived notions aside and settle in to explore the human mysteries Fowler mines with abandon. This is literature at its most intriguing, and a reminder of how bold and daring a gifted writer can be.”
—Colleen Mondor, Bookslut

“The practicality of her views is what makes them upsetting, a reminder how tragedies great and small affect people every day even if we aren’t privy to them. And that is where Fowler succeeds — even if her brutal boarding houses or Congolese misadventures aren’t real to us, post-traumatic stress disorder is. All of her narrators are survivors, and they tell their stories in blunt, practical ways we imagine they need to protect themselves.”
For Books’ Sakes

“Fowler cements her place in fiction history–genre or otherwise–not because of her fancy tricks but through sheer technique and her excellence in characterization.”
—Charles Tan, Bibliophile Stalker

Visit Karen at http://karenjoyfowler.com for more about her stories and books.

So there you have it, my friends. The Story Collection Storybundle is live! You the reader name your price—whatever you feel the books are worth. You may even designate a portion to go to a charity. Savor traditionally published, multi-award-winning stories from diverse and varied publications which the authors have collected for you.

The Bundle includes What I Didn’t See (a World Fantasy Award Winner) by Karen Joy Fowler (the New York Times bestselling author of The Jane Austen Book Club), Collected Stories by Lewis Shiner, Errantry by Elizabeth Hand, The Green Leopard Plague by Walter Jon Williams, Women Up to No Good by Pat Murphy, Strange Ladies: 7 Stories by Lisa Mason, Wild Things by C. C. Finlay, and 6 Stories by Kathe Koja.

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