Gravity's angels

by Michael Swanwick

An abiding glory of the fantasy genre lies in its willingness to provide a haven for the lonely dreamer, the maverick iconoclast, the man or woman with a vision for whom the doors of the conventional literary establishment would otherwise remain forever closed. And one of the great concomitant joys of this genre is the emergence of such a bold new voice: the appearance of a fledgling fantasist who, with novalike effulgence, embarks upon a scintillant ascent across the science-fictional firmament. Michael Swanwick's first published story was such an event. "The Feast of Saint Janis"...

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