Fifteen all-new tales through technological know-how fiction’s best abilities, gathered via bestselling writer George R. R. Martin and multiple-award successful editor Gardner Dozois
Burroughs’s A Princess of Mars. Bradbury’s The Martian Chronicles. Heinlein’s Red Planet. those and such a lot of extra encouraged generations of readers with a feeling that technological know-how fiction’s maximum wonders didn't unavoidably lie some distance sooner or later or light-years around the galaxy yet have been to be discovered instantaneously on a close-by international tantalizingly just like our own—a crimson planet that burned like an ember in our evening sky . . . and in our imaginations.
This new anthology of fifteen all-original technology fiction tales, edited via George R. R. Martin and Gardner Dozois, celebrates the Golden Age of technological know-how Fiction, an period choked with stories of interplanetary colonization and derring-do. ahead of the arrival of robust telescopes and house probes, our sun method might be imagined as teeming with unusual life-forms and historical civilizations—by no capability continuously pleasant to the dominant species of Earth. And of all of the planets orbiting that G-class celebrity we name the sunlight, none used to be so steeped in an air of secrecy of romantic decadence, exciting secret, and gung-ho experience as Mars.
subscribe to such seminal participants as Michael Moorcock, Mike Resnick, Joe R. Lansdale, S. M. Stirling, Mary Rosenblum, Ian McDonald, Liz Williams, James S. A. Corey, and others during this exceptional unfashionable anthology that turns its again at the chilly, all-but-airless Mars of the Mariner probes and in its place embraces an older, extra welcoming, extra unique Mars: a planet of old canals slicing via pink deserts studded with the ruined towns of demise races.
FEATURING ALL-NEW tales BY
James S. A. Corey • Phyllis Eisenstein • Matthew Hughes • Joe R. Lansdale • David D. Levine • Ian McDonald • Michael Moorcock • Mike Resnick • Chris Roberson • Mary Rosenblum • Melinda Snodgrass • Allen M. Steele • S. M. Stirling • Howard Waldrop • Liz Williams
And an creation through George R. R. Martin!
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“Strong, enjoyable and evocative.”—Tor.com
“A impressive anthology . . . Pulp magic lives in those pages.”—Bookhound
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