Dana Stabenow, Donna Andrews, Simon R. Green, John Straley, Anne Bishop, Charlaine Harris, Anne Perry, Sharon Shinn, Michael Armstrong, Laura Anne Gilman, Mike Doogan, Jay Caselberg
Powers of Detection
© 2004
THE CONTRIBUTORS
MICHAEL ARMSTRONG… Author of the science fiction novels After the Zap, Agvig, and The Hidden War
DONNA ANDREWS… Author of the Agatha Award-winning mysteries You’ve Got Murder and its sequel, Click Here for Murder (both featuring artificial intelligence personality Turing Hopper), as well as the multiple award-winning Meg Langslow mystery series
ANNE BISHOP… Award-winning author of the Black Jewels Trilogy and several other novels of fantasy, as well as a four-story collection set in the Black Jewels world
JAY CASELBERG… Author of the science fiction novels Wyrmhole and Metal Sky, and several short stories
MIKE DOOGAN… Winner of the Robert L. Fish Award from the Mystery Writers of America for his first mystery, appearing in The Mysterious North
LAURA ANNE GILMAN… Author of more than twenty short stories, three media tie-in novels, and Staying Dead, the first Retrievers novel, featuring Wren and Sergei.
SIMON R. GREEN… New York Times bestselling author of twenty-seven novels including the Deathstalker series and the Nightside novels
CHARLAINE HARRIS… Author of the Sookie Stackhouse vampire series
ANNE PERRY… New York Times bestselling author of the Pitt and the Monk detective series, a new series set during World War I, and two fantasy novels, Tathea and Come Armageddon
SHARON SHINN… Winner of the William C. Crawford Award for Outstanding New Fantasy Writer for her first book, The Shape-Changer’s Wife, and the author of the Samaria novels
DANA STABENOW… Author of the Kate Shugak, Liam Campbell, and Star Svensdotter series
JOHN STRALEY… Author of the Cecil Younger mystery series
INTRODUCTION
This anthology is all Laura Anne Gilman’s fault.
A while back Laura Anne forwarded me an e-mail from author Rosemary Edghill, who was putting together a murder-in-a-fantasy-setting anthology. The e-mail came with a message from Laura Anne, which read, “You should do this.”
That’s Laura Anne, always big with the subtle.
I’d never written fantasy. I don’t even read that much of it, because after Middle Earth what is there? I like my speculative fiction hard, nuts-and-bolts, what happens next door. I want to go back to the moon and on to the asteroid belt and Mars and the moons of Jupiter and from there to Beta Centauri. Sword and sorcery is a little too woo-woo for literal-minded me.
But I confess, I’m afraid of Laura Anne, so I doodled around a bit, so I could say “See? I tried!” and she wouldn’t hurt me.
And then these two characters showed up between the doodles. Both women. One wore a sword, and the other carried a staff. They had magical powers, some of which appeared at puberty, some of which were acquired. More doodling, and they rode into town, one of them even on a white horse. A young woman was strangled, and by various magical means my duo discovered and brought the murderer to justice.
By the time I stopped doodling I had forty-two pages, and to add insult to injury it was a sword-and-sorcery tale.
It was also twenty pages too long for the anthology. Rosemary asked me to cut it to fit. I refused. I guess I thought my prose was too deathless to be tampered with. Yeah, right.
So after all that, my story didn’t even make the anthology.
Fume. So, I thought, I’ll put together my own magic-and-mayhem anthology. (Can we spell “hubris”?)
I decided to ask for murder in a fantasy or science fiction setting, to broaden the appeal to both writers and readers. I went downstairs and looked at who was on my bookshelves. Hmm. Here we have Sharon Shinn. Writes the sf Angels-on-Samaria series. Also wrote that most elegiac of fantasy novels, The Shape Changer’s Wife. Over here is Charlaine Harris, who writes the Sookie Stackhouse novels, the best vampire series in the bloodsucking genre. And here is Anne Perry, who wrote me a short story for The Mysterious West. Could I go to that well a second time? (hyoo’bris, n. excessive pride or self-confidence; arrogance.)
I asked them each to contribute a story, and displaying a touching belief in my ability to get this anthology off the ground, they all did. Sharon has written a lovely little magical boarding school murder, not at all à la Harry Potter, and which she said might evolve into something a bit longer one day. Say a novel? Charlaine has written a story set in that same Sookie universe, and if there was an award for first lines, her name would be on the short list. Anne takes us into the courtroom for a trial by magic, where the verdict isn’t what one might expect, and neither is anything else.
I remembered talking to Donna Andrews about writing speculative fiction, and she was also a contributor to The Mysterious West, so I asked her for a story, too. She sent me a delightful tale of a mage with a cold, an apprentice with a clue, and a villain with neither.
Then there are the writers who live in Alaska and whom I can personally browbeat into writing for me, Michael Armstrong, John Straley, and Mike Doogan. Michael has written a modern take on an old Aleut legend involving seagulls, and there must be some kind of bird thing going on among the menfolk because John wrote a detective story from the first-person viewpoint of a raven. Mike was the only one of my contributors to weigh in on the science fiction side of murder, although I’m not sure it is murder in the end. You decide. Enjoy his character names while you’re at it.
Laura Anne offered a story of her own, based on characters who inhabit a series she had just sold to Harlequin Luna, and recommended I solicit stories from Anne Bishop, Simon R. Green, and Jay Caselberg. Laura Anne’s story is a come-hither into a world next to but not quite of our own, seen through the eyes of a cat burglar with, yes, special powers. Anne’s story is set in the world of her Blood novels, where a vigilante wearing a jewel of power exacts deserved if harsh justice upon a serial revenge killer. Simon has written a creepy little horror-ish noir story in which Sam Spade would feel quite at home, if Sam Spade was dead. Jay brings back the ancient Egyptian gods to modern-day Cairo, with a last line that will have you all diving under your beds.
I heard Roger Ebert say once that the true test of a good film was how well it sucked you into its world. Same goes for good writing. In this anthology you can smell the coffee on the streets of Cairo, walk on the ceiling with starspawn, and negotiate with extreme care the social intricacies of the world of the Blood. You can run from the raucous call of an Alaskan seagull, and you’d better. You can chow down with an Alaskan raven, and you’d better not. You can belly up to Sookie’s bar and order your blood at an appealing 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit. You can meet a gargoyle in a Savile Row suit, go mano a mano with piskies, and sneeze striped bats. You can sweat out the verdict at a trial by magic, conjure a reflecting spell at the Norwitch Academy of Magic and Sorcery, and, I hope, hear the song of the Sword in Daean.
Enjoy your visit to these different worlds, but watch your back.
It’s not safe in here.
Cold Spell by DONNA ANDREWS
“Murder by magic?” Master Radolphus exclaimed.
Gwynn wasn’t actually trying to eavesdrop on the headmaster. But how could she help overhearing when his study door hung wide open?
Just then he looked up and saw her.
“You wait here,” he said to someone Gwynn couldn’t see. “I’ll talk to Master Justinian.”