"Nebula Awards 2002 - The Nominated Stories" - читать интересную книгу автора (Nebula Awards)

NOVELETTE
"The Days Between", Allen Steele (Asimov's Mar 2001)
"The Ferryman's Wife", Richard Bowes (F&SF May 2001)
"Hell is the Absence of God", Ted Chiang (Starlight 3, Patrick Nielsen Hayden, ed., Tor)
"Lobsters", Charles Stross (Asimov's Jun 2001)
"Madonna of the Maquiladora", Gregory Frost (Asimov's May 2002)
"The Pagodas of Ciboure", M. Shayne Bell (The Green Man: Tales From the Mythic Forest, Datlow/Windling, eds;
Viking)



SHORT STORY
"Creation", Jeffrey Ford (F&SF May 2002)
"Creature", Carol Emshwiller (F&SF Oct/Nov 2001)
"Cut", Megan Lindholm (Asimov's May 2001)
"The Dog Said Bow-Wow", Michael Swanwick (Asimov's Oct/Nov 2001)
"Little Gods", Tim Pratt (Strange Horizons 4 Feb 2002)
"Nothing Ever Happens in Rock City", Jack McDevitt (Artemis Summer 2001)



SCRIPT
Buffy the Vampire Slayer: "Once More with Feeling", Joss Whedon
The Dead Zone: "Unreasonable Doubt", Michael Taylor (created for TV by Michael Piller and Shawn Piller, based on
characters from the Stephen King novel)
The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, Fran Walsh, Philippa Boyens & Peter Jackson (New Line
Cinema)
Shrek, Ted Elliott, Terry Rossio, Joe Stillman, & Roger S.H. Schulman (DreamWorks)
This year's ballot marks the first final-ballot Nebula nominations for China Miéville, Robert A. Metzger, Richard
Chwedyk, Charles Coleman Finlay, Richard Bowes, Charles Stross, Gregory Frost, M. Shayne Bell, Carol
Emshwiller, Tim Pratt, and all of the script nominees except for Joss Whedon.
 BRONTE’S EGG
by Richard Chwedyk


There is an old house at the edge of the woods about sixty kilometers out from the extremes of the nearest
megalopolis. It was built in another century and resembles the architecture of the century before that one. In some
ways it evokes the end of many things: the end of the road, the end of a time, the end of a search (which the house
has been, and on occasion it still is). But it is also a good place for beginnings, a good place to begin a story about
beginnings—as good as any and better than most.
And it began at dawn.
As the first hint of daylight entered the large second floor bedroom where the saurs slept in a great pile, Axel
opened his eyes and whispered, “Yeah!”
There was stuff to do and he was ready.
He pulled himself out from under Agnes’s spiked tail and Rosie’s bony crest and horns, then over Charlie’s big
rear end, almost stepping into Pierrot’s gaping mouth. He pressed, prodded and pushed his way until he could lift
up the blanket and make a straight dash to the window. He hopped onto a wooden stool and from there climbed up
another step to the box-seated window ledge. His little blue head moved left to right like a rolling turret as he
stared out at the wall of trees past the yard, silhouetted against the brightening sky.