Only one power in the cosmos can rewrite the laws of Death....
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As you might guess from the title, this is a very strange anthology -- but it was also a lot of fun. [This despite the fact that somehow, I never did see the signature sheets for the limited hardcover edition....]
Read an Excerpt....
Death strode through the cobbled
streets of Descenium with purposeful steps and a full list of
clients.
Then the telephone rang.
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"We've just signed the contract with Ace," came
Coster's voice. "We're going to do another four Descenium
books."
Cameron Stuart narrowly avoided spilling coffee on the
final manuscript of Tales of Descenium 4, sitting next to the
keyboard on his desk. "But--but you said they'd never go for
it!"
"So I was wrong. Apparently returns were much
lower than we thought," said the packager. "Unfortunately, I
still need book four on my desk by Friday -- condition of the deal.
You did say you'd finished editing the stories?"
"Y--yes," Cameron said, fighting panic. "But,
well, most of the writers killed their characters off this time,
since it was going to be the last book."
Coster's tone was impatient. "You're the editor,
resurrect them. That's what red pencils are for. If
anyone objects, we'll fix it in galleys. Manuscript by Friday,
then." The line clicked off.
Cameron put down the phone, stared down at the
manuscript, and sighed. Red pencil, he thought, switching the
computer on.
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Death strode through the cobbled streets of Descenium
with purposeful steps, a full list of clients -- and behind him, a
shadowy figure wielding a red wand.