Unbound: Tales by Masters of Fantasy
Not bound, as a book. Free.
Like Unfettered before it, the contributing writers of Unbound were allowed to submit the tales they wished fans of genre to read—without the constraints of a shackling theme.
The result is magical. Twenty-three all-original stories are sure to captivate you—some will move you to tears while others will keep you turning the pages long into the night. The power of Unbound lies in its variety of tales and the voices behind them. If you are a fan of discovering new writers or reading the works of beloved authors, Unbound is for you.
Return to Landover with Terry Brooks. Go to trial with Harry Dresden and Jim Butcher. Enter the Citadel and become remade with Rachel Caine. Survive a plague with John Marco and his robot companion Echo. Be painted among the stars by Mary Robinette Kowal. These tales and the others that comprise the anthology are only bound by how enchanting and enthralling they are.
Here is the line-up:
- Small Kindnesses by Joe Abercrombie (Shev & Javre)
- An Unfortunate Influx of Filipians by Terry Brooks (Landover)
- Mr. Island by Kristen Britain
- Jury Duty by Jim Butcher (Dresden Files)
- Madwalls by Rachel Caine
- The Way Into Oblivion by Harry Connolly
- Uncharming by Delilah Dawson
- All In a Night’s Work by David Anthony Durham
- Son of Crimea by Jason M. Hough (Zero World)
- Dichotomy of Paradigms by Mary Robinette Kowal
- A Good Name by Mark Lawrence (Broken Empire)
- River and Echo by John Marco
- Seven Tongues by Tim Marquitz
- The Siege of Tilpur by Brian McClellan (Powder Mage)
- Fiber by Seanan McGuire
- Stories Are Gods by Peter Orullian (Vault of Heaven)
- Heart’s Desire by Kat Richardson
- The Hall of the Diamond Queen by Anthony Ryan (Raven's Shadow)
- The Dead’s Revenant by Shawn Speakman (Annwn Cycle)
- The Farmboy Prince by Brian Staveley
- The Game by Michael J. Sullivan
- The Ethical Heresy by Sam Sykes
- The Rat by Mazarkis Williams
Unbound is filled with spectacularly wonderful stories, each one as diverse as its creator.
You will be changed upon finishing it.
And that is the point.
Chicago’s justice system. Hell’s bells, the cop acquainted with him wasn’t even giving him much. Nobody was going to go to bat for him. Unless I did it. He was a father. For his kids’ sake, I wanted answers. I glanced at the clock as I filed out with the rest of the jury. Nine tomorrow morning. That gave me just under sixteen hours to do what wizards do best. I left, and began meddling. * * * * * “Well?” I asked the rather large wolf after he had been casting around the alley for a while.
humatons are born,” he said. “I was made in the mechaworks and brought to life by a piece of your fingernail and a tiny drop of blood . . .” River listened, entranced. Echo had always been a very good storyteller. * * * * * Two days after Echo died, River dragged him on a cart to the gate at Concourse Square. He had dressed his friend in his beloved velvet cape and decorated his arms with bracelets Echo had collected over the years. Once again he rigged up the ropes and hoisted Echo onto the
suggest?” “I suggest you turn around and go home until you find a better way of dealing with things. This task is beyond you.” There was a long pause as Ben and the dragon eyed each other. Ben felt his chances for accomplishing anything slipping away. Strabo was right about him. It was difficult to accept, but when you came right down to it his reign as King of Landover had been largely ineffective. He should be better at what he did. He should be able to accomplish more. He was the ruler of an
I planted my feet and hurled the spear with everything I had. The spear sailed toward him, iron point glistening and the shaft behind it driving forward. It should have pierced through his chest and pinned him to the wall. It didn't. He twisted to one side. The spear slipped by a hair's breadth from his body. Even his tentacles managed to curve out of the way. The spear slammed into the wall and stuck solid. The shaft swayed with the force of the impact. The bau's face wasn't exactly the
around with Marti, Colleen, and Jude only half a beat behind me. (Coming back from the dead hadn’t changed my reflexes back to human normal, and the horror movies lie about how quickly zombies react to the possibility of a good meal: at my best, I could pluck squirrels out of the trees. These days, I’m just a little quicker than the norm. Which is still uncannily fast, especially when compared to the people around me.) The man in the doorway matched the voice. He had brown hair, brown eyes, and