Wild Cards. Джордж Р. Р. Мартин

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      HarperVoyager

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      First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2018

      Copyright © George R.R. Martin and the Wild Cards Trust 2018

      See Copyright Acknowledgements page for further copyright information

      Cover images © Shutterstock.com 2018 Cover design by Mike Topping © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2018

      George R.R. Martin and the Wild Cards Trust 2017 assert the moral right to be identified as the authors of this work.

      A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.

      This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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      Source ISBN: 9780008285203

      Ebook Edition © June 2018 ISBN: 9780008239664

      Version: 2019-03-01

       Dedication

       To Lezli Robyn

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

      Copyright

      Dedication

       Copyright Acknowledgments

      A Long Night at the Palmer House by John Jos. Miller: Part 1

      Down the Rabbit Hole by Kevin Andrew Murphy

       A Long Night at the Palmer House: Part 3

       A Long Night at the Palmer House: Part 4

       A Bit of a Dinosaur by Paul Cornell

       A Long Night at the Palmer House: Part 5

       Stripes by Marko Kloos

       A Long Night at the Palmer House: Part 6

       The Sister in the Streets by Melinda M. Snodgrass

       A Long Night at the Palmer House: Part 7

       A Beautiful Façade by Mary Anne Mohanraj

       A Long Night at the Palmer House: Part 8

       Meathooks on Ice by Saladin Ahmed

       A Long Night at the Palmer House: Part 9

       A Long Night at the Palmer House: Part 10

       A Long Night at the Palmer House: Epilogue

       The Wild Cards Universe

       About the Publisher

       Copyright Acknowledgments

      Copyright © 2018 by George R.R. Martin and the Wild Cards Trust

      ‘A Long Night at the Palmer House’ copyright © 2018 by John Jos. Miller

      ‘Down the Rabbit Hole’ copyright © 2018 by Kevin Andrew Murphy

      ‘The Motherfucking Apotheosis of Todd Motherfucking Taszycki’ copyright © 2018 by Christopher Rowe

      ‘A Bit of a Dinosaur’ copyright © 2018 by Paul Cornell

      ‘Stripes’ copyright © 2018 by Marko Kloos

      ‘The Sister in the Streets’ copyright © 2018 by Lumina Enterprises

      ‘A Beautiful Façade’ copyright © 2018 by Mary Anne Mohanraj

      ‘Meathooks on Ice’ copyright © 2018 by Saladin Ahmed

       Low Chicago

      a variant of seven-card stud poker

       wherein the high hand splits the pot

       with the low spade in the hole

       A Long Night at the Palmer House

       by John Jos. Miller

       Part 1

      IT HAD BEEN ONE hundred and forty-two years since John Nighthawk had been inside the Palmer House, and then it had been the earlier incarnation of the luxurious Chicago hotel, known simply as the Palmer.

      Nighthawk’s age was not apparent in his appearance. He was a smallish black man in a dark pin-striped suit with a discreet kidskin glove on his left hand. He looked to be in his thirties. He sighed as he gazed at the entrance to the hotel. Perhaps, he thought, it’s finally time to lay old ghosts. He hurried across the street, dodging early morning traffic with the ease of the longtime urbanite, and entered the hotel’s lobby.

      Inside he paused momentarily, suddenly almost overwhelmed as one of his visions washed over him. They were part of the powers he’d gained on that first Wild Card Day in 1946 and usually came as warnings of great danger lurking in the near future. This one was more incoherent than usual, chaotic scenes of fire and ice, of great beasts and shifting landscapes, of quick flashes of the past he’d once seen and an even vaster past he’d never imagined.

      He stood for a moment catching his breath,


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