F rom the author of The I Inside, The Nan Who action, colorful settings and a truly novel menace Used the Universe and the bestselling Spell - for a first-class page-turner. ll's the kind of singer series comes a science fiction book that makes you miss sleep and be late for story so vividly realized, so compelling it appointments." had to be his first hardcover. Evil from - Roger Zelazny another reality is breaking into our "As fine a writer as foster is, and world. And it will take the unique as often as his books appear on talents of an FBI agent. an Oxford the bestseller list. INTO THE OUT OF educated Masaai witch doctor, and will convince you that he's still a beautiful young woman tourist to underrated." track the evil into the "out of" - Mike Resnick, author of Santiago and contain it! and Tales of the Velvet Comet "Alan Dean foster's INTO THE OUT OF has all the ingredients- sympa Just Published in Hardcover! thetic characters, sustained ~W\RNER An Alternate Selection of the ~BOOKS Science fiction Hook Club A Warner Commumcat1ons Company .
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Prepare to be terrified by the BrlUsh master of the maeabre who ean make even King and Straub shudder On the bleak moors of northern England, in the shadow of a modern missile base, a band of Druids ~7 enact their ancient pagan rites. So begins Ramsey //' 1 Campbell's fifth and finest novel. In it he unleashes a nightmare vision of unspeakable horror, a petrifying journey into the primeval world of the human imagination. HIJN6RY I BY I illll§(f t:•pbell "Ramsey Campbell [uses) the Lovecraftian themes of survival; the occult, and the author of OBSESSION "Affeds things which may live at the rim of the universe in a way "Will the reader that seems to ring true for our time."-Stephen King leave.Y.OU for days "Beautifully trembling" afterwird" written" "A remarkable tour de force "Horrors in his fiction are . chilling and compelling . . never merely invented, they "This horror story is beauti will leave you trembling . . are felt and experienced. and fully written, populated with Unease builds from the very affect the reader for days well-realized characters and opening, gradually inducing afterward." -Peter Straub pervaded by an increasingly utter dread, that dread chilling atmosphere of dread finally turning into full-blown and anxiety." horror as Ramsey Campbell $18.95 at all bookstores -Publishers Weekly skillfully leads us toward the unexpected climax." MACMILLAN PUBUSHING COMPANY -James Herbert .
~~A}ttoct"d'"•wNr~i~~ct] ldion NOVEMBER • 38th Year of Publication NOVE LETS KILLING WEEDS 36 Bradley Denton STONES 114 Edward F. Shaver S H 0 R T STORIES FACE VALUE 6 Karen Joy Fowler THE YEAR ALL THE KENNEDY 30 Gerald Jonas CHILDREN RAN FOR PRESIDENT THE UNCORKING OF UNCLE FINN 65 Jane Yolen ON THE DREAM COAST IN WINTER 71 Richard Mueller THE DEATHTREADER 83 Julie Stevens AGUA MORTE 100 Alan Boatman THE PLACE OF TURNINGS 145 Russell Griffin DEPARTMENTS BOOKS 18 Algis Budrys EPICENTER (vene) 82 Robert Frazier SCIENCE: The Unmentionable 134 Isaac Asimov Planet CARTOONS: JOSEPH FARRIS (34), NURIT KARLIN (70), REX MAY (159) COVER BY JAMES GURNEY FOR "FACE VALUE" EDWARD l. FERMAN, Editor & Publisher ISAAC ASIMOV, Science Columnist PALE FARRELL, Circulation Manager AUDREY FERMAN, Business Manager ALGIS BUDRYS, Book Review Editor ANNE JORDAN, Managing Editor Assistant Editors: MARGARET COOLEY, DAVID MICHAEL BUSKUS The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction (ISSN: 0024-984X), Volume 71, No. 4, Whole No. 426, Nov. 1986. Published monthly by Mercury Press. Inc. at $1.75 per copy. Annual subscription $19.50; $23.50 outside of the U.S. (Canadian subscribers: rlease remit in U.S. dollars or add 30%.) Postmaster: send form 3579to Fantasy and Science Fiction, Box 56 Cornwal , Conn. 06753. Publication office, Box 56, Cornwall, Conn. 06753. Second class postage paid at Cornwall, Conn. 06753 and at additional mailing offices. Printed in U.S.A. Copyright"' 1986 by Mercury Press, Inc. All rights, including translations into other languages, reserved. Submissions must be accompanied by stamped, self-a<ldressed envelope. The publisher assumes no responsibility for return of unsolicited manuscripts. .
Karen Fowler ("Wild Boys" March 1986) is one of SF's fine new wri ters; a collection of her short fiction, ARTIFICIAL THINGS, will be published shortly by Bantam!S pectra. This new story - about a hus band/wife team and their study of an alien race that has lost the ability to fly - is science fiction at its very best, in which we read about something truly alien and discover something about humans . Face Value BY KAREN JOY FOWLER I t wu almo" like bcing· alone. outside the door, and removed what Taki, who had been alone one way or dust he could with the stiff brush that another most of his life, recognized hung at the entrance. He keyed his this and thought he could deal with admittance; the door made a slight it. What choice did he have? It was sucking sound as it resealed behind only that he had allowed himself to him. hope for something different. A sec Hesper had set out an iced glass of ond star, small and dim, joined the ade for him. Taki drank it at a gulp, sun in the sky, making its appearance superimposing his own dusty finger over the rope bridge that spanned prints over hers sketched lightly in the empty river. Taki crossed the the condensation on the glass. The bridge in a hurry to get inside before drink was heavily sugared and only the hottest part of the day began. made him thirstier. Something flashed briefly in the A cloth curtain separated one room dust at his feet, and he stooped to from another, a blue sheet, Hesper's pick it up. It was one of Hesper's innovation since the dwelling was poems, half finished, left out all night. designed as a single, multifunctional Taki had stopped reading Hesper's space. Through the curtain, Taki heard poetry. It reflected nothing, not a a voice and knew Hesper was listen whisper of her life here with him, but ing again to her mother's letter - was filled with longing for things and Earth weather, the romances of her people behind her. Taki pocketed the younger cousins. The letter had ar poem on his way to the house, stood rived weeks ago, but Taki was careful ' Fan&asy • Science Fiction .
not to remind Hesper how old its did you determine that one part of news really was. If she chose to im this featureless landscape was the agine the lives of her family moving 'front'?" along the same timeline as her own, "Because of the door. We have then this must be a fantasy she needed. only the one door, so it's the front She knew the truth. In the time it had door." taken her to travel here with Taki, "No," said Hesper. "If we had two her mother had grown old and died. doors, then one might arguably be Her cousins had settled into marriages the front door and the other the back happy or unhappy or had faced life door, but with ony one it's just the alone. The letters that continued to door." Her gaze went straight up arrive with some regularity were an ward. ''You use words so carelessly. illusion. A lifetime later, Hesper would Words from another world. They mean answer them. nothing here." Her eyelids fluttered Taki ducked through the curtain briefly, the lashes darkened with tears. to join her. "Hot," he told her as if "It's not just an annoyance to me, you this were news. She lay on their mat know," she said. "It can't help but stomach down, legs bent at the knees, damage your work." feet crossed in the air. Her hair, the "My work is the study of the color of dried grasses, hung over her mene," Taki answered. "Not the crea face. Taki stared for a moment at the tion of a new language." And Hesper's back of her head. "Here," he said. He eyes closed. pulled out her poem from his pocket "I r~ally don't see the difference," and laid it by her hand. "I found this she told him. She lay a moment longer out front." without moving, then opened her eyes Hesper switched off the letter and and looked at Taki directly. "I don't rolled onto her back away from the want to have this conversation. I don't poem. She was careful not to look at know why I started it. Let's rewind, Taki. Her cheeks were stained with run it again. I'll be the wife this time. irregular red patches, so that Taki You come in and say, 'Honey, I'm knew she had been crying again. The home!' and I'll ask you how your observation caused him a familiar morning was." mixture of sympathy and impatience. Taki began to suggest that this His feelings for Hesper always came was a scene from another world and in these uncomfortable combinations; would mean nothing here. He had it tired him. not yet framed the sentence, when he "'Out front,"' Hesper repeated, heard the door seal release and saw and her voice held a practiced tone Hesper's face go hard and white. She of uninterested nastiness. "And how reached for her poem and slid it a. 8 FanUiy Science Fiction .
under the scarf at her waist. Before titled "The Kitchen God," which re she could get to her feet, the first of counted the true story of a woman the mene had joined them in the about a century ago who had found bedroom. the image of Christ in the bum marks Taki ducked through the curtain on a tortilla. "Do they see it, too?" she to fasten the door before the temper had asked Taki, but there was as yet ature inside the house rose. The outer no way to ask this of the mene, no room was filled with dust, and the way to know if they had reacted with hands that reached out to him as he shock and recognition to the faces of went past left dusty streaks on his the first humans they had seen, though clothes and his skin. He counted eight studies of the mene eye suggested a of the mene, fluttering about him like finer depth perception, which might large moths, moths the size of human significantly distort the flat image. children, but with furry vestigial Taki thought that Hesper's own wings, hourglass abdomens, sticklike face had changed since the day, only limbs. They danced about him in the six months ago calculated as Travel open spaces, looked through the cup time, when she had said she would boards, and pulled the tapes from his come here with him and he thought desk. When they had their backs to it was because she loved him. They him, he could see the symmetrical ar had sorted through all the informa rangement of dark spots that marked tion that had been collected to date their wings in a pattern resembling a on the mene, and her face had been human face. A very sad face, very dis all sympathy then. "What would it be tinct. Masculine, Taki had always like," she asked him, "to be able to fly thought, but Hesper disagreed. and then to lose this ability? To out The party that had made initial grow it? What would a loss like that contact under the leadership of Hans do to the racial consciousness of a Mene so many years ago had wisely species?" found the faces too whimsical for "It happened so long ago, I doubt mention in their report. Instead they it's even noticed as a loss," Taki had had included pictures and allowed answered. "Legends, myths not really them to speak for themselves. Per believed, perhaps. Probably not even haps the original explorers had been that. In the racial memory not even a asking the same question Hesper whisper." posed the first time Taki showed her Hesper had ignored him. "What a the pictures. Was the face really there? shame they don't write poetry," she Or was this only evidence of the abil had said. She was finding them less ity of humans to see their own faces romantic now as she joined Taki in in everything? Hesper had a poem the outer room, her face stoic. The F~~ee Value 9 .
mene surrounded her, ran their studies really to speculate with any string-fingered hands all over her assurance, that the mene read some body, inside her clothing. One mene thing off the objects. The initial ex attempted to insert a finger into her plorers had concluded that mene mouth, but Hesper tightened her lips communication was entirely telepa together resolutely, dust on her chin. thic, and if this were accurate, then Her eyes were fastened on Taki. Ac Taki's speculation was not such a cusingly? Beseechingly? Taki was no leap. Certainly the mene didn't value good at reading people's eyes. He the objects for themselves. Taki al looked away. ways found them discarded in the Eventually the mene grew bored. dust on this side of the rope bridge. They left in groups, a few lingering The fact that everything would be behind to poke among the boxes in easily recovered did nothing to soften the bedroom, then following the Hesper's sense of invasion. She mixed others until Hesper and Taki were herself a drink, stirring it with the left alone. Hesper went to wash her metal straw that poked through the self as thoroughly as their limited wa dustproof lid. ''You shouldn't allow ter supply allowed; Taki swept up the it," she said at last, and Taki knew loose dust. Before he finished, Hesper from the time that had elapsed that returned, showing him her empty she had tried not to begin this famil jewelry box without a word. The jew iar conversation. He appreciated her elry had all belonged to her mother. effort as much as he was annoyed by "I'll get them when it cools," Taki her failure. told her. "It's part of my job," he reminded "Thank you." her. "We have to be accessible to It was always Hesper's things that them. I study them. They study us. the mene took. The more they dis There's no way to differentiate the gusted her- pawing over her, rum two activities, and certainly no way maging through her things, no way to to establish communication except key the door against clever mene fin simultaneously." gers even if Taki had agreed to lock ''You're letting them study us, but them out, which-he had not - the you're giving them a false picture. more fascinating they seemed to find You're allowing them to believe that her. They touched her twice as often humans intrude on each other in this as they touched Taki, and much more way. Does it occur to you that they insistently. They took her jewelry, may be involved in similar charades? her poems, her letters, all the things If so, what can either of us learn?" she treasured most; and Taki believed, Taki took a deep breath. "The although it was far too early in his need for privacy may not be as intrin- 10 FaniBy • Science Fiction .