The Year's Best Science Fiction: 10th Annual Collection
The eleventh annual collection of the most distinguished science fiction writing of the past year includes stories by leading writers, such as Robert Silverberg, Nancy Cress, and Terry Bisson, and features a summary of the year in science fiction.
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