Beschreibung:
Inventive, playful, and erudite Greer Gilman is an archeolexicologist rewriting language itself in her long-awaited novel.
"Jack Daw's Pack"(Nebula finalist, 2001)He is met at a crossroads on a windy night, the moon in tatters and the mist unclothing stars, the way from Ask to Owlerdale: a man in black, whiteheaded, with a three-string fiddle in his pack."A Crowd of Bone"(World Fantasy Award winner, 2004)Margaret, do you see the leaves? They flutter, falling. See, they light about you, red and yellow. I am spelling this in leaves."Unleaving" (A new novel-length story.)When a star falls, we do say: the Nine are weaving. Look! The Road's their skein, that endlong from the old moon's spindle is unreeled. Their swift's the sky. O look! says Margaret. The children of the house gaze up or glance. The namesakes. Look thou, Will. Look, Whin. They stitch your daddy's coat.