Click on image to enlarge.
|
Echo [MultiFormat]
eBook by Elizabeth Hand
| |
Regular |
|
 |
|
Club |
| You Pay: |
$0.00 |
|
|
|
$0.00 |
eBook Category: Fantasy/Science Fiction Nebula Award(R) Winner
eBook Description:  Just in case you know Ms. Hand only by the perceptive book reviews she contributes to pages of the Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction, let us make note that she is the author of several novels, including Winterlong, Waking the Moon, Black Light, and Mortal Love. Her eighth novel, Generation Loss, is due for release in April 2007. Her short fiction has been published in Sci Fiction, Conjunctions, and elsewhere. "Echo" is her first story to appear in the Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction since "Last Summer at Mars Hill" in the August 1994 issue. It's part of a sequence of thematically linked stories that draw on ancient Greek texts.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Spilogale, Inc., 2005
Fictionwise Release Date: February 2007
374 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [25 KB]
, ePub (EPUB) [31 KB]
, Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [11 KB]
, Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [156 KB]
, Palm Doc (PDB) [11 KB]
, Microsoft Reader (LIT) [73 KB]
, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [82 KB]
, hiebook (KML) [55 KB]
, Sony Reader (LRF) [42 KB]
, iSilo (PDB) [9 KB]
, Mobipocket (PRC) [12 KB]
, Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [40 KB]
, OEBFF Format (IMP) [22 KB]
Words: 3343
Reading time: 9-13 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
This is not the first time this has happened. I've been here every time it has. Always I learn about it the same way, a message from someone five hundred miles away, a thousand, comes flickering across my screen. There's no TV here on the island, and the radio reception is spotty: the signal comes across Penobscot Bay from a tower atop Mars Hill, and any kind of weather--thunderstorms, high winds, blizzards--brings the tower down. Sometimes I'm listening to the radio when it happens, music playing, Nick Drake, a promo for the Common Ground Country Fair; then a sudden soft explosive hiss like damp hay falling onto a bonfire. Then silence.
Sometimes I hear about it from you. Or, well, I don't actually hear anything: I read your messages, imagine your voice, for a moment neither sardonic nor world-weary, just exhausted, too fraught to be expressive. Words like feathers falling from the sky, black specks on blue.
The Space Needle. Sears Tower. LaGuardia Airport. Golden Gate Bridge. The Millennium Eye. The Bahrain Hilton. Sydney, Singapore, Jerusalem.
Years apart at first; then months; now years again. How long has it been since the first tower fell? When did I last hear from you?
I can't remember.
|
)
