The Very Best of Kate Elliott
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1. https://storify.com/jennygadget/some-thought-by-kate-elliott-onworldbuilding
2. Ibid.
3. http://aliettedebodard.com/bibliography/novels/on-a-red-station-drifting/
4 . http://aliettedebodard.com/2013/04/08/on-political-and-valueneutral/
5. http://strangehorizons.com/2013/20130114/loenen-ruiz-c.shtml
6 . http://crossedgenres.com/archives/018-2/growing-up-by-joyce-chng/
7. http://lareviewofbooks.org/review/dont-let-the-future-be-written-foryou-sabrina-vourvouliass-ink/
8 . http://bookviewcafe.com/bookstore/bvc-author/judith-tarr/
9 . http://www.strangehorizons.com/2013/20130923/1older-a.shtml
10 . http://nkjemisin.com/2013/06/continuum-goh-speech/
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
KATE ELLIOTT has been writing stories since she was nine years old, which has led her to believe that writing, like breathing, keeps her alive. Forthcoming novels are her debut YA fantasy, Mask, described as “Little Women meets the Count of Monte Cristo in a fantasy setting inspired by Greco-Roman Egypt,” and the first volume of a new epic fantasy sequence, Black Wolves. Her most recent completed series is the Spiritwalker Trilogy (Cold Magic, Cold Fire, Cold Steel), an Afro-Celtic post-Roman alternate-nineteenth-century Regency icepunk mashup with airships, Phoenician spies, revolution, and lawyer dinosaurs. Her previous series include the Crossroads Trilogy (starting with Spirit Gate), The Crown of Stars septology (starting with King’s Dragon), and the science fiction Novels of the Jaran and the Highroad Trilogy.
Elliott likes to play sports more than she likes to watch them; right now, her sport of choice is outrigger canoe paddling. Her archaeologist spouse has a much more interesting job than she does, with the added benefit that they had to move to Hawaii for his work. Thus, the outrigger canoes. They also have a schnauzer.
ABOUT THE COVER ART
The stunning cover painting by Julie Dillon illustrates a passage from Cold Steel (Spiritwalker 3):
[A] sweep of color washed through the smoky sea . . . Lights like fireflies twinkled against a black sky. The sea surged, lifting like cloth raised from beneath by a hand. A bright shape emerged, smoke spilling off it in currents.
The dragon loomed over us. Its head was crested as with a filigree that reminded me of a troll’s crest, if a troll’s crest spanned half the sky. Silver eyes spun like wheels. It was not bird or lizard, nor was it a fish. Most of its body remained beneath the smoke. Ripples revealed a dreadful expanse of wings as wide as fields, shimmering pale gold like ripe wheat under a harsh sun. When its mouth gaped, I knew it could swallow us in one gulp.
We had come to a place we ought not to be.
Table of Contents
Half Title
Title Page
Introduction: The Landscapes that surround us
Riding the Shore of the River of Death
Leaf and Branch and Grass and Vine
The Queen’s Garden
On the Dying Winds of the Old Year and the Birthing Winds of the New
The Gates of Joriun
The Memory of Peace
With God to Guard Her
My Voice Is in My Sword
Sunseeker
A Simple Act of Kindness
To Be a Man
Making the World Live Again
Four Essays
The Omniscient Breasts: The Male Gaze through Female Eyes
The Narrative of Women in Fear and Pain
And Pharaoh’s Heart Hardened
The Status Quo Does Not Need World Building
About the Author
About the Cover Art