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Small Beer Press
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Easthampton, MA 01027
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info(at)smallbeerpress.com Kelly Link
Distributed to the trade by Consortium.
A Jelly Ink book. Jelly Ink is an imprint of Small Beer Press.
Text originally set in Centaur 12/14.4.
Cover painting by Shelley Jackson
CONTENTS
The Hortlak
The Cannon
Stone Animals
Catskin
Some Zombie Contingency Plans
The Great Divorce
Lull
About the Author and publication history
Copyright and license information
For Gavin and the Avenue Victor Hugo Bookshop, where I met him.
THE HORTLAK
Eric was night, and batu was day. The girl, Charley, was the moon. Every night, she drove past the All-Night in her long, noisy, green Chevy, a dog hanging out the passenger window. It wasn't ever the same dog, although they all had the same blissful expression. They were doomed, but they didn't know it.
Biz buradan cok hoslandik.
We like it here very much.
The All-Night Convenience was a fully stocked, self-sufficient organism, like the Starship Enterprise, or the Kon-Tiki. Batu went on and on about this. They didn't work retail anymore. They were on a voyage of discovery, one in which they had no need to leave the All-Night, not even to do laundry. Batu washed his pajamas and the extra uniforms in the sink in the back. He even washed Eric's clothes. That was the kind of friend Batu was.
Burada tatil iin mi bulunuyorsunuz?
Are you here on holiday?
All during his shift, Eric listened for Charley's car. First she went by on her way to the shelter and then, during her shift, she took the dogs out driving, past the store first in one direction and then back again, two or three times in one night, the lights of her headlights picking out the long, black gap of the Ausible Chasm, a b