This classic story will have readers’ hearts racing along with single mother Diana, attempting to escape a dangerous van on the highway. However, the unplanned high-speed journey is not the only surprise in this hair-raising and riveting story, and Archer keeps his readers guessing until the last moments.

A robot detective? Yes Sir! And something very special, both as a robot and a detective.

A man was trying to kill her, and yet he made no threat, just a soft, irresistible suggestion.

From the wondrous mind of Brooke Bolander, the author of The Only Harmless Great Thing, who “shares literary DNA with Le Guin” (John Scalzi).

After the world’s end, the last young human learns a final lesson from Earth’s remaining animals.

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Рассказы, новеллы, зарисовки, главы из повести – всё в этом сборнике пронизано любовью, большей частью к Женщине, иногда к работе, где-то к родителям и детям, и всегда к Жизни.

Fearfully Carol waited, knowing Max was being judged as a husband as well as an artist — judged by another woman.

In this dark, skewed take on Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, Alice is now the Red Queen, and her maid must tread the fine line between favor and blame in this strange world.

Melissa Marr is a former university literature instructor who writes fiction for adults, teens, and children. She is best known for the Wicked Lovely series for teens, the Graveminder for adults, and her debut picturebook Bunny Roo, I Love You.

Her books have been translated into twenty-eight languages and been bestsellers internationally as well as domestically (NY Times, Los Angeles Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal).

Accolades include starred reviews on numerous books, YALSA Popular Paperbacks, IRA Notable Book Pick, Book Sense Pick (YA and adult), Good Morning America Summer Pick for Teens, Scottish Book Trust, Red Maple finalist (in both Ontario and Manitoba), and Goodreads Good Choice Award (Horror), RWA RITA award (YA).

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“Today an unusually gifted generation is entering Russian literature…. Literature has not seen such an influx of energy in a long time.”—Olga Slavnikova, director of the Debut PrizeBy and about Russian hitchhikers, these stories take the reader along the endless roads of central Russia, the Urals, the Altai, Siberia, and beyond. In energetic and vivid prose they depict all sorts of curious Russian types: exotic adventures in far-flung places, the complex psychological relationships that develop on the road, and these hitchhikers’ inexplicable passion for tramping. “In via veritas” is their motto. The authors are all winners of the Debut Prize, and will present the book at BEA in 2012 in New York.Irina Bogatyreva lives in Moscow. She has won several prizes, including the Debut, for her novel AUTO-STOP. She has several published books to her credit.Tatiana Mazepina is the latest Debut Prize winner. She is a member of the “Society of Free Travellers”. She works as a journalist and writes on religious matters.Igor Savelyev lives in Ufa (Bashkiria) where he works as a crime reporter. He is the winner of the Debut Prize and several other prizes.

Annalee Newitz’s Old Media: A Tor.com Original, tells the story of a freed slave and a robot professor, trying to figure out what it means to be in love while they watch old anime from the 21st century.

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One evening in Paris in 1879, The Stomach Club, a society of American writers and artists, gathered to drink well, to eat a good dinner and hear an address by Mark Twain. He was among friends and, according to the custom of the club, he delivered a humorous talk on a subject hardly ever mentioned in public in that day and age. After the meeting, he preserved the manuscript among his papers. It was finally printed in a pamphlet limited to 50 copies 64 years later. The speech satirically dealt with masturbation and the bane it is on our society. His remarks rubbed Victorian society the wrong way, and were censored for a century.

Mark Twain (pseudonym of Samuel Langhorne Clemens) (1835–1910), quintessential American humorist, lecturer, essayist, and author wrote The Adventures of Tom Sawyer.

This book is about a hope and a faith,

To help you achieve your spiritual grace,

The food for a mind and the joy for a soul,

Your wisdom is our reward and a goal.

Selected works

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Here is a holiday story, all wrapped up in tinsel and tied with a bright red bow.

fiction, prose, Women Writers

«С утра пошел постригаться. Пока шел, наступил вечер. Так было неохота. Но Красный сказал, что на медкомиссии стрижку заценят. Военные любят, когда ты лысый. Может, мне еще форму заранее прикупить? Чтобы вообще от радости прослезились. Такой клевый воин пришел. Давайте возьмем его в генералы. Или, наоборот, сразу уволим в запас. Короче, сел постригаться. А там, в этой парикмахерской, у них ни кондиционера, ни фига. Духота, каким-то одеколоном воняет, и пух этот клочьями по всему полу. В общем, сижу, чихаю, жду, когда Собянин забьет на свои пробки, начнет с тополями бороться, всю плешь переели. А парикмахерша мне говорит – вы бы перестали чихать, а то я вам ухо отрежу…»

One day, a bottle almost hits us. It’s a brown quart bottle that falls out of the sky. We are in the arroyo, the dogs and me, walking…

This is the story not of a hero but of a heel. As such, it’s a bit out of line for an Adventure yarn, where the main character usually turns out to be a pretty good joe, at least in the end. Maybe we should label it an off-the-trail story, a phrase that has been used in this magazine for many years to describe an unusual piece of fiction. Anyway, it was too good to pass up — hero or heel, we thought you’d want to meet the inimitable Major Stacey Barnett.

It’s been a week since the cargo ship was lost on my watch. A week with very little sleep and not much appetite. Now the bio scanner is picking up some sign of life out there in the wreckage, and it’s my duty to go see what it is. Maybe I’m not as alone out here as I thought. And maybe I don’t want to be.