The intensity and breadth of what technological know-how fiction and fable fiction is alterations with each passing 12 months. the 2 dozen tales selected for this e-book by way of award-winning anthologist Jonathan Strahan conscientiously maps this evolution, giving readers a charming and always-entertaining examine some of the best the style has to offer.

Skyhorse Publishing, less than our evening color and Talos imprints, is proud to submit a large variety of titles for readers drawn to technological know-how fiction (space opera, time commute, demanding SF, alien invasion, near-future dystopia), delusion (grimdark, sword and sorcery, modern city delusion, steampunk, substitute history), and horror (zombies, vampires, and the occult and supernatural), and lots more and plenty extra. whereas now not each identify we submit turns into a New York Times bestseller, a countrywide bestseller, or a Hugo or Nebula award-winner, we're dedicated to publishing caliber books from a various staff of authors.

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