By Melissa Marr, Tim Pratt
From Sir Edmund Spenser's The Faerie Queene to E. M. Forster's "The computing device Stops," literature is stuffed with horny, lethal, and downright twisted stories. during this assortment, award-winning and bestselling authors reimagine their favourite vintage tales, those that experience encouraged, awed, and enraged them, those that experience develop into ingrained in glossy tradition, and those which have been too lengthy ignored. They take those tales and boil them all the way down to their bones, and reassemble them for a brand new iteration of readers.
Written from a twenty-first century viewpoint and set in the nation-states of technology fiction, dystopian fiction, fable, and real looking fiction, those brief tales are as relocating and notion frightening as their originators. They pay homage to groundbreaking literary achievements of the previous whereas celebrating each one author's certain notion and leading edge kind.
Today's so much acclaimed authors use their very own particular types to rebuild the twelve undying stories:
Sir Edmund Spenser's The Faerie Queene - Saladin Ahmed
W. W. Jacobs's "The Monkey's Paw" - Kelley Armstrong
Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu's "Carmilla" - Holly Black
"Sleeping attractiveness" - Neil Gaiman
The Brothers Grimm's "Rumpelstiltskin" - Kami Garcia
Kate Chopin's The Awakening - Melissa Marr
Rudyard Kipling's "The guy Who will be King" - Garth Nix
Henry James's "The Jolly nook" - Tim Pratt
E. M. Forster's "The computer Stops" - Carrie Ryan
Horace Walpole's The citadel of Otranto - Margaret Stohl
William Seabrook's "The Caged White Werewolf of the Saraban" - Gene Wolfe
Nathaniel Hawthorne's "The Birth-Mark" - Rick Yancey
And six illustrations by means of Charles Vess
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Head down, sound asleep, scarcely respiring adequate to disturb the cobwebs that now festoon them … ” “The cobweb spinners don't sleep,” acknowledged the tallest dwarf. It used to be the reality. Industrious spiders had threaded their webs from finger to stand, from beard to desk. there has been a modest net among the deep cleavage of the pot-girl’s breasts. there has been a thick cobweb that stained the sot’s beard grey. The webs shook and swayed within the draft of air from the open door. “I wonder,” stated one of many dwarfs, “whether they'll starve and die, or no matter if there's a few magical resource of power that provides them the power to sleep for a very long time. ” “I may presume the latter,” stated the queen. “If, as you assert, the unique spell used to be forged via a witch, seventy years in the past, and people who have been there sleep even now, like Red-beard underneath his hill, then evidently they've got now not starved or elderly or died. ” The dwarfs nodded. “You are very wise,” acknowledged a dwarf. “You consistently have been clever. ” The queen made a legitimate of horror and of shock. “That man,” she stated, pointing. “He checked out me. ” It was once the fat-faced guy. He had moved slowly, tearing the webbing and relocating his face in order that he used to be dealing with her. He had became towards her, sure, yet he had now not opened his eyes. “People stream of their sleep,” acknowledged the smallest dwarf. “Yes,” acknowledged the queen. “They do. yet in contrast to that. That used to be too sluggish, too stretched, too intended. ” “Or might be you imagined it,” stated a dwarf. the remainder of the napping heads in that position moved slowly, in a stretched method, as though they intended to maneuver. Now all of the napping faces was once dealing with the queen. “You didn't think it,” stated an analogous dwarf. He used to be the only with the red-brown beard. “But they're basically you with their eyes closed. that isn't a foul factor. ” The lips of the sleepers moved in unison. No voices, in simple terms the whisper of breath via slumbering lips. “Did they only say what i presumed they stated? ” requested the shortest dwarf. “They acknowledged, ‘Mama. it truly is my birthday,’ ” stated the queen, and she or he shivered. They rode no horses. The horses they handed all slept, status in fields, and will now not be woken. The queen walked quickly. The dwarfs walked two times as quick as she did, so that it will sustain. The queen chanced on herself yawning. “Bend over, towards me,” acknowledged the tallest dwarf. She did so. The dwarf slapped her round the face. “Best to stick awake,” he acknowledged, cheerfully. “I simply yawned,” stated the queen. “How lengthy, do you're thinking that, to the fortress? ” requested the smallest dwarf. “If I be mindful my stories and my maps correctly,” acknowledged the queen, “the woodland of Acaire is set seventy miles from the following. 3 days’ march. ” after which she stated, “I might want to sleep this night. i will not stroll for one more 3 days. ” “Sleep, then,” acknowledged the dwarfs. “We will wake you at dawn. ” She went to sleep that evening in a hayrick, in a meadow, with the dwarfs round her, puzzling over if she may ever wake to work out one other morning. The citadel within the woodland of Acaire used to be a grey, blocky factor, all grown over with mountain climbing roses. They tumbled down into the moat and grew nearly as excessive because the tallest tower.