Eleven stories from acclaimed fantasy and SF writer Naomi Kritzer, three of them previously unpublished:
Comrade Grandmother
Russian blood and Russian tears, Russian breath and Russian bones, why have you come?
The Golem
The golem woke on December 1st, 1941, and saw the future before her like an unrolled scroll.
Honest Man
You can cheat an honest man. Or you can cheat a dishonest man with a clear conscience.
Fortune
The old woman who raised Eleanor told her that she had no fortune.
Three Wishes
Caroline says that fairy godmothers don’t have wings anymore due to underground nuclear testing.
Spirit Stone
Sarai's small hands could turn the most difficult breech birth, and stanch the worst bleeding
The Good Son
I needed a family to back up my story. So I went to find one.
Faust’s SASE
Thank you for showing me your soul, but it didn't quite grab me, alas.
The Long Walk
We are grateful for your sacrifice, but you have to understand; you're a danger to us now.
Unreal Estate
It was Bernie who decided to try to sell Manhattan to Ted Turner.
When Shlemiel Went to the Stars
We want a great big planet. The biggest one available.
Comrade Grandmother
Russian blood and Russian tears, Russian breath and Russian bones, why have you come?
The Golem
The golem woke on December 1st, 1941, and saw the future before her like an unrolled scroll.
Honest Man
You can cheat an honest man. Or you can cheat a dishonest man with a clear conscience.
Fortune
The old woman who raised Eleanor told her that she had no fortune.
Three Wishes
Caroline says that fairy godmothers don’t have wings anymore due to underground nuclear testing.
Spirit Stone
Sarai's small hands could turn the most difficult breech birth, and stanch the worst bleeding
The Good Son
I needed a family to back up my story. So I went to find one.
Faust’s SASE
Thank you for showing me your soul, but it didn't quite grab me, alas.
The Long Walk
We are grateful for your sacrifice, but you have to understand; you're a danger to us now.
Unreal Estate
It was Bernie who decided to try to sell Manhattan to Ted Turner.
When Shlemiel Went to the Stars
We want a great big planet. The biggest one available.
