Down These Strange Streets
All new strange cases of death and magic in the city by some of the biggest names in urban fantasy.
In this all-new collection of urban fantasy stories, editors George R.R. Martin and Gardner Dozois explore the places where mystery waits at the end of every alley and where the things that go bump in the night have something to fear...
Includes stories by New York Times bestselling authors Charlaine Harris, Patricia Briggs, Diana Gabaldon, Simon R. Green, S. M. Stirling, and Carrie Vaughn, as well as tales by Glen Cook, Bradley Denton, M.L.N. Hanover, Conn Iggulden, Laurie R. King, Joe R. Lansdale, John Maddox Roberts, Steven Saylor, Melinda Snodgrass, and Lisa Tuttle.
other 16 ■ CHARLAINE HARRIS pants pocket, Katamori patted down Arthur’s legs. To their surprise, he found a knife in an ankle sheath. Very careless. Gerhard’s inefficiency was now a mountain rather than a molehill. After a glance of silent agreement, the two stood, having gotten all the information from the body. They looked all around the vast kitchen for any clue they might have missed. The blackness continued to stare in through the big windows. The blood continued to cling wetly to the
know,” I said. “I do prefer my clients to tell me the truth, when ever possible.” “I didn’t exactly lie,” she said, pouting. “All right, yes, there’s a lot about the rosewood box I didn’t tell you, but I was pretty sure you’d find that out on your own, once you started looking. I didn’t want to scare you off, after all; and I do so want my heart back! I just don’t know what I’ll do without it.” I sighed. It was hard to stay mad at her. Though probably worth the effort. “Why would Gideon Brooks
rattled the Venetian blinds against the frame of the window. Sweat cooled on his back and flanks. He looked at the phone. “I’m not going to call. Cesar puts up with a lot, but he’s not sleeping alone. I can’t tell him I had a bad—” The phone rang. He picked it up. “Jefe?” “There’s anyone else at this address?” “Get over here. I’ve got something you need to see.” PAIN AND SUFFERING ■ 119 Salvador knew something was wrong. He could feel it, a prickling along the back of his neck. The house was
when he’d PAIN AND SUFFERING ■ 121 left his shoes standing in the pool of blood. “This better not be your taxes. Tell me how to get the cabron.” The screen came on, only one file, and that was video. Salvador tapped his finger on it. Vision. Three ten in the carat at the lower right corner. Cesar was sweat ing as he spoke, wearing a bathrobe but with his Glock sitting in front of him within range of the pickup camera; the background was his home-office cum-TV-room, lit only by one small
seemed reluctant to bring up the reason for my being there, so I pushed a bit, laying a hand on her arm in a brief touch as I asked. Funny how often that works. It’s like some sort of trigger. I was busy revising my fee in my head when she finally got around to telling me about the spirit she wanted gone. I nodded when she talked about dreams of screaming, like we all had them. It was almost like she’d read Spirit World after all, like she had a copy on her dresser with a checklist for THE LADY