Like oak leaves in autumn, cascading on stiles

[sovay]

Year's Best Fantasy and Horror, R.I.P. I grew up on this series. Each year I bought the new collection, scoured used book stores for past years; I discovered writers through them—they were the reprint market to which all short stories and poems aspired. They were a field guide as well as a gathering of flowers. And I am not, not pleased to see them go.

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[sovay]

And an awful lot of other people too, to judge by my f-list.

It's like national mourning.

that some enterprising small press will pick it up (a series with that rep and an established readership? Oh, surely...).

Seriously. I wish you a well-founded suspicion!