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I am making a list of superhero prose fiction type works, if anyone has any to add (see superhero prose fiction tag) please let me know, if you would be so kind.
Free SF Reader
Not Free SF Reader
Australian SF Reader
Space Opera Reader
Graphic SF Reader
Free SF Best
Year's Best SF Reader
Rynosseros Cycle Concordance
Leigh Brackett (ology)
Laird Barron (ology)
James Enge (ology)
Paolo Bacigalupi (ology)
Greg Egan (ology)
Alastair Reynolds (ology)
Cordwainer Smith (ology)
Thanks, Blue Tyson
Major Science Fiction Anthologies - A Brief History
Major Fantasy Anthologies - A Brief History
The Space Heroes - A Brief History
Anthology creation and editing link collection
Planet Stories (Paizo)
Thrilling Wonder Stories
Famous Fantastic Mysteries
Super Science Stories
Book challenge thread :-
Note for 2010 you have to look at the same thing at BlueTysonSS too
2010 Fiction Books 2010 Fiction Mags 2010 Graphic Novels 2010 Stories
2009 Fiction Books 2009 Fiction Mags 2009 Graphic Novels 2009 Stories
2008 Fiction Books 2008 Fiction Mags 2008 Graphic Novels 2008 Stories
2007 Fiction Books 2007 Fiction Mags 2007 Graphic Novels 2007 Stories
2006 Fiction Books 2006 Graphic Novels 2006 Stories
About my libraryNOTE: ANNOUNCEMENT for the interested
If you want the complete picture via connection news etc, you'll need to add 'BlueTysonSS' too :-
(has around 150 in it so far)
At the moment, LibraryThing is broken for this amount of tags/collections it seems, so I've had to use that account too to make things not take forever, for me.
Apparently Groups don't work either, as I tried adding both to a Blue Tyson group some time ago, but it still shows as no books.
Apart from the few thousand we have lying around the place, and the superprose research project, I am slowly trying to list, weed in and/or out everything that I can remember that I have read, within reason, as far as books, etc., go.
I am also going to try and write something I remember about each book, and those I read from now on. Likely take a year or two, if I can keep it up. (I basically have, apart from remembering stuff, authors C through I to go).
Wandering through a secondhand bookshop will often trigger an 'Aha' moment, as far as 'yes I read, that and that and that'. Or, 'maybe I read that', look it up.
Not every little golden book read when I was 3, but the odd kid's book that I remember that I will likely find useful when someone asks for a recommendation for that, or for what to buy a nephew, etc.
Someone else mentioned adding the trade of comics read, so that is a useful thing to do, as well. Not much good for all the decades of the Phantom, though!
Magazines and comics I threw in to make it easier to keep track of, and not to buy any more duplicates, and find what I can get rid of. Spousal units seem to have this problem with knitting magazines, too. Now, with PalmThing, that list of books is always to hand.
I started rereading a bunch of anthologies, so decided to do those too, and if development gets around to that sometime on LT, which I presume is likely one day, they will be done to roll into that as well, rather than having to do it all at once then.
This has more than paid for LibraryThing membership, itself.
I think I might be cured of single issue comics now, apart from The Phantom, which is much, much cheaper and in your average newsagent.
"Back in a Flash." -- Daphne, Heroes.
"It is my belief, Watson, founded upon my experience, that the lowest and vilest alleys in London do not present a more dreadful record of sin than does the smiling and beautiful countryside."
"Barbarism is the natural state of mankind," the borderer said, still staring somberly at the Cimmerian. "Civilization is unnatural. It is a whim of circumstance. And barbarism must always ultimately triumph."
"Ray, when someone asks you if you're a god, you say "YES"!"
Johnny Ringo : Isn't anyone here man enough to play for blood?
Doc Holliday : I'm your huckleberry.
Sherman McMasters : (of Wyatt) Where is he?
Doc Holliday : Down by the creek, walking on water.
Johnny Ringo : My fight's not with you, Holliday.
Doc Holliday : I beg to differ, sir. We started a game we never got to finish. "Play For Blood" - remember?
Johnny Ringo : Oh that. That was just foolin' about.
Doc Holliday : I wasn't.
"Trust the Gene Genie."
"I'm not expendible, I'm not stupid, and I'm not going!". .
"On my planet there is a saying -- the man who trusts can
never be betrayed, only mistaken." - Cally
"Life expectancy must be fairly short among your people." - Avon
"Sentiment breeds weakness, let it get hold of you and you
are dead." - Avon
"I have never understood why it is necessary to become
irrational in order to prove that you care, or why it should
be necessary to prove it at all." - Avon
"There is something very suspicious about a man who keeps
his booze under lock and key." - Vila
"I am not interested in trying to compensate for your
amazing lack of observation." - Orac
"I have never taken things on trust. I see no reason to
make an exception in the case of a mysterious area of
danger." - Avon
"What went wrong?" - Blake
"I relied on other people." - Avon
Dayna: Don't you ever get bored of being right?
Avon: Just with the rest of you being wrong.
"HEREIN lies the peculiar significance, the peculiar sacredness even, of penny dreadfuls and the common printed matter made for our errand-boys. Here in dim and desperate forms, under the ban of our base culture, stormed at by silly magistrates, sneered at by silly schoolmasters -- here is the old popular literature still popular; here is the unmistakable voluminousness, the thousand-and-one tales of Dick Deadshot, like the thousand-and-one tales of Robin Hood. Here is the splendid and static boy, the boy who remains a boy through a thousand volumes and a thousand years. Here in mean alleys and dim shops, shadowed and shamed by the police, mankind is still driving its dark trade in heroes. And elsewhere, and in all ages, in braver fashion, under cleaner skies, the same eternal tale-telling still goes on, and the whole mortal world is a factory of immortals."
"'Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn.'"
"Shut up, Loiosh."
"The more you tighten your grip, Tarkin, the more star systems will slip through your fingers."
"These aren't the droids you're looking for."
"When the Dark comes rising, six shall turn it back;
Three from the circle, three from the track;
Wood, bronze, iron; water, fire, stone;
Five will return, and one go alone.
Iron for the birthday, bronze carried long;
Wood from the burning, stone out of song;
Fire in the candle-ring, water from the thaw;
Six Signs the circle, and the grail gone before.
Fire on the mountain shall find the harp of gold
Played to wake the Sleepers, oldest of the old;
Power from the green witch, lost beneath the sea;
All shall find the light at last, silver on the tree."
"All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king"
"Let the winds of jungle’s night
Stay the hunter in her flight.
Evening’s breath to witch’s mind;
Let our fates be intertwined.
Jhereg! Do not pass me by.
Show me where thine egg doth lie."
There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around
That the colt from old Regret had got away,
And had joined the wild bush horses -- he was worth a thousand pound,
So all the cracks had gathered to the fray.
All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far
Had mustered at the homestead overnight,
For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are,
And the stock-horse snuffs the battle with delight.
There was Harrison, who made his pile when Pardon won the cup,
The old man with his hair as white as snow;
But few could ride beside him when his blood was fairly up --
He would go wherever horse and man could go.
And Clancy of the Overflow came down to lend a hand,
No better horseman ever held the reins;
For never horse could throw him while the saddle-girths would stand,
He learnt to ride while droving on the plains.
And one was there, a stripling on a small and weedy beast,
He was something like a racehorse undersized,
With a touch of Timor pony -- three parts thoroughbred at least --
And such as are by mountain horsemen prized.
He was hard and tough and wiry -- just the sort that won't say die --
There was courage in his quick impatient tread;
And he bore the badge of gameness in his bright and fiery eye,
And the proud and lofty carriage of his head.
But still so slight and weedy, one would doubt his power to stay,
And the old man said, 'That horse will never do
For a long and tiring gallop -- lad, you'd better stop away,
Those hills are far too rough for such as you.'
So he waited sad and wistful -- only Clancy stood his friend --
'I think we ought to let him come,' he said;
'I warrant he'll be with us when he's wanted at the end,
For both his horse and he are mountain bred.
'He hails from Snowy River, up by Kosciusko's side,
Where the hills are twice as steep and twice as rough,
Where a horse's hoofs strike firelight from the flint stones every stride,
The man that holds his own is good enough.
And the Snowy River riders on the mountains make their home,
Where the river runs those giant hills between;
I have seen full many horsemen since I first commenced to roam,
But nowhere yet such horsemen have I seen.'
So he went -- they found the horses by the big mimosa clump --
They raced away towards the mountain's brow,
And the old man gave his orders, 'Boys, go at them from the jump,
No use to try for fancy riding now.
And, Clancy, you must wheel them, try and wheel them to the right.
Ride boldly, lad, and never fear the spills,
For never yet was rider that could keep the mob in sight,
If once they gain the shelter of those hills.'
So Clancy rode to wheel them -- he was racing on the wing
Where the best and boldest riders take their place,
And he raced his stock-horse past them, and he made the ranges ring
With the stockwhip, as he met them face to face.
Then they halted for a moment, while he swung the dreaded lash,
But they saw their well-loved mountain full in view,
And they charged beneath the stockwhip with a sharp and sudden dash,
And off into the mountain scrub they flew.
Then fast the horsemen followed, where the gorges deep and black
Resounded to the thunder of their tread,
And the stockwhips woke the echoes, and they fiercely answered back
From cliffs and crags that beetled overhead.
And upward, ever upward, the wild horses held their way,
Where mountain ash and kurrajong grew wide;
And the old man muttered fiercely, 'We may bid the mob good day,
_NO_ man can hold them down the other side.'
When they reached the mountain's summit, even Clancy took a pull,
It well might make the boldest hold their breath,
The wild hop scrub grew thickly, and the hidden ground was full
Of wombat holes, and any slip was death.
But the man from Snowy River let the pony have his head,
And he swung his stockwhip round and gave a cheer,
And he raced him down the mountain like a torrent down its bed,
While the others stood and watched in very fear.
He sent the flint stones flying, but the pony kept his feet,
He cleared the fallen timber in his stride,
And the man from Snowy River never shifted in his seat --
It was grand to see that mountain horseman ride.
Through the stringy barks and saplings, on the rough and broken ground,
Down the hillside at a racing pace he went;
And he never drew the bridle till he landed safe and sound,
At the bottom of that terrible descent.
He was right among the horses as they climbed the further hill,
And the watchers on the mountain standing mute,
Saw him ply the stockwhip fiercely, he was right among them still,
As he raced across the clearing in pursuit.
Then they lost him for a moment, where two mountain gullies met
In the ranges, but a final glimpse reveals
On a dim and distant hillside the wild horses racing yet,
With the man from Snowy River at their heels.
And he ran them single-handed till their sides were white with foam.
He followed like a bloodhound on their track,
Till they halted cowed and beaten, then he turned their heads for home,
And alone and unassisted brought them back.
But his hardy mountain pony he could scarcely raise a trot,
He was blood from hip to shoulder from the spur;
But his pluck was still undaunted, and his courage fiery hot,
For never yet was mountain horse a cur.
And down by Kosciusko, where the pine-clad ridges raise
Their torn and rugged battlements on high,
Where the air is clear as crystal, and the white stars fairly blaze
At midnight in the cold and frosty sky,
And where around the Overflow the reedbeds sweep and sway
To the breezes, and the rolling plains are wide,
The man from Snowy River is a household word to-day,
And the stockmen tell the story of his ride.
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Favorite authorsJoe Abercrombie, Abdul Alhazred, Lou Anders, Poul Anderson, Ilona Andrews, Mike Ashley, Paolo Bacigalupi, Robert T. Bakker, Laird Barron, Stephen Baxter, Greg Bear, Gregory Benford, Leigh Brackett, David Brin, Damien Broderick, Steven Brust, Tobias S. Buckell, Edgar Rice Burroughs, Pat Cadigan, Paul Cain, James L. Cambias, Terry Carr, Michael Cassutt, Mark Chadbourn, A. Bertram Chandler, Ted Chiang, Arthur C. Clarke, Bill Congreve, Glen Cook, Andy Cox, Kathryn Cramer, Keith R. A. DeCandido, Stephen Dedman, Philip K. Dick, Cory Doctorow, Terry Dowling, Arthur Conan Doyle, Gardner Dozois, Win Scott Eckert, George Alec Effinger, Greg Egan, Warren Ellis, James Enge, Lee Falk, Philip José Farmer, Raymond E. Feist, Paul Di Filippo, Charles Coleman Finlay, Ian Fleming, Eric Flint, Dirk Flinthart, Leanne Frahm, David Gemmell, Walter B. Gibson, Martin H. Greenberg, Martin Harry Greenberg, Edmond Hamilton, Peter F. Hamilton, Elizabeth Hand, David G. Hartwell, Simon Haynes, Frank Herbert, Rich Horton, Robert E. Howard, Alex Irvine, Gwyneth Jones, Howard A. Jones, Stephen Jones, James Patrick Kelly, Stephen King, J. A. Konrath, Ted Kosmatka, Nancy Kress, Henry Kuttner, John Langan, Keith Laumer, Fritz Leiber, H. P. Lovecraft, Ken MacLeod, Shane Maloney, George Mann, George R. R. Martin, Julian May, Todd Mcaulty, Jack McDevitt, Ian McDonald, Sean McMullen, David Moles, Michael Moorcock, Alan Moore, C. L. Moore, Richard Morgan, Jess Nevins, Kim Newman, G. David Nordley, Peter O'Donnell, Dennis O'Neil, David R. Palmer, Jennifer Pelland, Gareth L Powell, Tom Purdom, Robert Reed, Mike Resnick, Alastair Reynolds, Chris Roberson, R. Garcia y Robertson, Kenneth Robeson, Kim Stanley Robinson, Justina Robson, James Rollins, Mary Rosenblum, Selina Rosen, Greg Rucka, Kristine Kathryn Rusch, William Schafer, Stanley Schmidt, James H. Schmitz, Karl Schroeder, Martin Scott, Melissa Scott, Charles Sheffield, Lucius Shepard, Joel Shepherd, Lewis Shiner, Robert Silverberg, Cordwainer Smith, E. E. Smith, Allen Steele, Neal Stephenson, Bruce Sterling, Jonathan Strahan, Charles Stross, Lucy Sussex, Michael Swanwick, James Tiptree, Jr., George Turner, Steven Utley, Andrew Vachss, Gordon Van Gelder, A. E. van Vogt, John Varley, Karl Edward Wagner, Mark Waid, Peter Watts, Sean Williams, Sheila Williams, Walter Jon Williams, Marv Wolfman, Roger Zelazny (Shared favorites)
Favorite librariesHilo (Hawaii) Public Library, Leongatha Library, Port Adelaide Library, State Library of South Australia
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