Czerneda, Julie E. (ed.) - Nebula Awards Showcase 2017 / Чернеда, Джулия (ред.) - Витрина премии Небьюла 2017 [2017, epub, ENG]

Introduction by Julie E. Czerneda About the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America Kevin O'Donnell, Jr., Service to SFWA Award Recipient: Lawrence Schoen About the Nebula Awards 2015 Nebula Awards Ballot Madeleine short story by Amal El-Mohtar Cat Pictures Please / Ещё кошек, пожалуйста short story by Naomi Kritzer Damage short story by David D. Levine When Your Child Strays From God short story by Sam J. Miller Today I Am Paul short story by Martin L. Shoemaker Hungry Daughters of Starving Mothers short story by Alyssa Wong About the Rhysling and Dwarf Stars Awards Shutdown poem by Marge Simon Abandoned Nursing Home poem by Greg Schwartz Our Lady of the Open Road novelette by Sarah Pinsker Binti novella by Nnedi Okorafor Excerpt from "Raising Caine" by Charles E. Gannon Excerpt from "The Fifth Season" by N. K. Jemisin Excerpt from "Ancillary Mercy" by Ann Leckie Excerpt from "The Grace of Kings" / Королевские милости (отрывок) by Ken Liu Excerpt from "Barsk: The Elephants' Graveyard" by Lawrence M. Schoen Excerpt from "Uprooted" by Naomi Novik 100 Reasons to Have Sex with an Alien poem by F. J. Bergmann About the Ray Bradbury Award for Outstanding Dramatic Presentation A Remarkable Win essay by Mark Askwith About the Andre Norton Award for Young Adult Science Fiction and Fantasy Excerpt from "Updraft" by Fran Wilde About the Kate Wilhelm Solstice Award I Have Read Them All, Now essay by Michelle West About the Damon Knight Memorial Grand Master Award Damon Knight Grand Master: C. J. Cherryh essay by Elizabeth R. Wollheim Excerpt from "Pride of Chanur" / Гордость Шанур (отрывок) by C. J. Cherryh Excerpt from "Foreigner" / Иноземец (отрывок) by C. J. Cherryh Past Nebula Award Winners

As my date—Harvey? Harvard?—brags about his alma mater and Manhattan penthouse, I take a bite of overpriced kale and watch his ugly thoughts swirl overhead. It’s hard to pay attention to him with my stomach growling and my body ajitter, for all he’s easy on the eyes. Harvey doesn’t look much older than I am, but his thoughts, covered in spines and centipede feet, glisten with ancient grudges and carry an entitled, Ivy League stink. “My apartment has the most amazing view of the city,” he’s saying, his thoughts sliding long over each other like dark, bristling snakes. Each one is as thick around as his Rolex-draped wrist. “I just installed a Jacuzzi along the west wall so that I can watch the sun set while I relax after getting back from the gym.” I nod, half-listening to the words coming out of his mouth. I’m much more interested in the ones hissing through the teeth of the thoughts above him. . . .