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.

Comments

[eredien]

Oh, what a shame. I guess this will encourage me to go out and read the volumes I haven't yet, but I was hoping to really sink my teeth into the next one, and when I was small kept thinking, "I want to be in that, one day"--and now, won't have the chance.

[sovay]

and when I was small kept thinking, "I want to be in that, one day"--and now, won't have the chance.

I know. I would entirely have approved of seeing you reprinted.

[eredien]

Wow, thank you.