Magic: An Anthology of the Esoteric and Arcane

By Audrey Niffenegger, Gemma Files

This impressive number of new fiction has an extrordinary record of members, it's the first actual advertisement assortment to add an unique brief tale from the overseas no.1 bestseller Audrey Niffenegger, writer of The Time Traveller's Wife; beneficial properties along the NYT Bestseller Dan Abnett and extra bestselling authors equivalent to Christopher Fowler, typhoon Constantine and plenty of extra.

Niffenegger says: "I'm extremely joyful to be excited by this venture. My tale is named The fallacious Fairie and is ready Charles Altamont Doyle. He used to be a Victorian artist who used to be institutionalized for alcoholism. He used to be additionally the daddy of Arthur Conan Doyle, and he believed in fairies."

They assemble in darkness, sharing historic and arcane wisdom as they control the very subject of fact itself. Spells and conjuration; legerdemain and prestidigitation – those are the mistresses and masters of the esoteric arts. Magic comes alive of their palms. British myth Award nominee, Jonathan Oliver, gathers jointly 16 tales of magic, that includes a few of today’s most interesting practitioners, together with Audrey Niffenegger, Christopher Fowler, Gail Z. Martin, Gemma Files, Thana Niveau, Robert Shearman, Will Hill, Sarah Lotz, Storm Constantine, Dan Abnett, Sophia McDougall, Alison Littlewood and Lou Morgan. "This is a spellbinding assortment, and perfect studying for a season that lives and dies by means of its surprises." --

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