A Nebula, James Tiptree, Jr., World Fantasy Award, Lambda Literary Award winner, Griffith's fiction has been extremely well received. Her web page is here.
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Fiction
• At Author's Page: "A Troll Story"
"No, don't turn on the lamp; who I am is not important. The lamp wouldn't work, anyway. If you shout for your parents, they won't hear you. Are you afraid? There's no need, I'm here only to tell you a story."
At Lightspeed: "Song of Bullfrogs, Cry of Geese"
"I sat by the side of the road in the afternoon sun and watched the cranefly struggle. A breeze, hot and heavy as a tired dog’s breath, coated the web and fly with dust. I shaded my eyes and squinted down the road. Empty. As usual. It was almost two years since I’d seen anything but Jud’s truck on Peachtree."
PDFs linked at Free Speculative Fiction Online.
"Mirrors and Burnstone"Audio Fiction
"Jink brushed a fingertip over the wall before her. It was smooth and smelled strange. A cloud unwound itself from the spring moon and silver light pinned her to the turf."
"We Have Met the Alien"
"Anna lay on her back and watched moonlight snail-trail over the crucifix, down the wall, across the green cotton of her coverlet: light from the sun, a star on the other side of the world, streaming through space and bouncing down from bare rock."
"Down the Path of the Sun"
"I dreamed again: my sister Diggy and I were on the beach. Although we were the same age as we are now, it was before the plague: my father and three other sisters were there, too, shad- owy and indistinct. Like ghosts."
"Wearing My Skin"
"Gold and red gleamed on each side of the road; the Indian summer was sighing to a close but the sky was a hard arcing blue and the sun made the inside of the car hot. She rolled down the window and put her foot down, leaving the ad agency behind. She loved Fridays"
"Touching Fire"
"That summer I was working nights at Talulah’s to pay the rent until school opened again in the fall. It was Wednes- day night, getting on time to close, and there was one woman left, nursing a beer over in the corner under the bass speaker."
• At Author's Site: "Spawn of Satan?" Near Future SF.
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• At StarShipSofa: "It Takes Two"
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An Aurora and Sunburst Award nominated author,Stirling is a well-known for his alternate history and military science fiction novels. His web page is here.
Fiction
At Baen: [Via Free Speculative Fiction Online]
• "Ancestral Voices"
"It didn't add that the street-maps of this particular Central American city were hopelessly obsolete. Unchecked fires and squatters almost as destructive had altered it beyond recognition over the past decade."
• The Anvil with David Drake.
"The way you look, I am more shocked, Thom thought, blinking and stretching a little. There was no physical need; his muscles didn't stiffen while Center held him in stasis. But the psychological satisfaction of movement was real enough, in its own way."
• The Chosen with David Drake.
"There the bronze figures of the Founders stood, raised weapons in their hands—the cutlasses and flintlocks common three centuries ago. The Empire-Alliance war had ended an overwhelming Imperial victory. The first thing the Alliance refugees had done was swear a solemn oath of vengeance against those who'd broken their ambitions and slaughtered every one of their fellows who hadn't fled the mainland."
• "The Charge of Lee's Brigade"
"In all his twenty years of service as a professional soldier, he couldn't recall any place he'd been sent that even rivalled the Crimea—only Minnesota came close, and that only in winter. Even in Minnesota, he'd only had the Sioux to contend with, and not General Lord Raglan, the commander-in-chief of the Imperial expeditionary force."
• "Conqueror" with David Drake.
"The way you look, I am more shocked, Thom thought, blinking and stretching a little. There was no physical need; his muscles didn't stiffen while Center held him in stasis. But the psychological satisfaction of movement was real enough, in its own way."
• "Cops and Robbers"
""Huon II Rex et Imperator." Marylou Stavros turned the quarter-ounce gold coin over in long brown fingers and read the other side. "Imp. Mint Vic. of N. America." Whatever the hell that meant."
• The Forge with David Drake.
""Shit," he muttered, as the light fell on the corner of the underground chamber. The rodent was dead now, dangling from the jaws of a cat-sized spersauroid, a slinky thing with a huge head and slender body carried high on four spidery legs. It blinked at them with eyelids that closed to a vertical slit, and then was gone with a rustle of scales against rubble. Raj grimaced. One of the few pleasant things about living in East Residence was that Terran life had mostly replaced the local. But not in the catacombs, it seemed."
• Go Tell the Spartans with Jerry Pournelle.
"The technical development was, of course, the discovery of the Alderson Drive a decade after the century began. Faster-than-light travel released mankind from the prison of Earth, and the subsequent discovery of inhabitable planets made interstellar colonization well nigh inevitable; but the development of interstellar colonies threatened great social and political instability at a time when the international political system was peculiarly vulnerable."
• The Hammer with David Drake.
"The two young men stared at each other for a moment. Raj Whitehall felt his skin ridging in horror; nothing had changed here in nearly two years. Nothing at all since that moment when Thom Poplanich had frozen into immobility in the round mirrored room that was the body of the being that called itself Sector Command and Control Unit AZ12-b14-c000 Mk. XIV."
• "Lost Legion"
"The map room of Firebase Villa had been dug into the soft friable rock with explosives, then topped with sheet steel and sandbags. It smelled of sweat and bad coffee and electronic components, and the sandbags in the dog-leg entrance were still ripped where a satchel charge—a stick grenade in a three-pound ball of plastique—had been thrown during the attack six months ago."
• "The Man Who Would Be Kzin" with Greg Bear.
""I am become overlord of a fleet of transports, supply ships, and wrecks!" Kfraksha-Admiral said. "No wonder the First Fleet did not return; our Intelligence reports claimed these humans were leaf-eaters without a weapon to their name, and they have destroyed a fourth of our combat strength!""
• "More than Honor" with David Weber & David Drake.
"Climbs Quickly scurried up the nearest trunk, then paused at the first cross-branch to clean his sticky true-hands and hand-feet with fastidious care. He hated crossing between trees now that the cold days were passing into those of mud. Not that he was particularly fond of snow, either, he admitted with a bleek of laughter, but at least it melted out of his fur—eventually—instead of forming gluey clots that dried hard as rock."
• "The Prince"
"An oily, acrid smell assaulted him, and the noise was incessant. Hundreds of thousands had passed through the spaceport. Their odor floated through the embarcation hall to blend with the yammer of the current victims crammed into the enclosure."
• Prince of Sparta with Jerry Pournelle.
"The mercenary sergeant smiled in satisfaction at the picture his facescreen showed. He turned in his foxhole, away from the action to the south and toward the valley below the ridge where his men lay concealed. The twelve-man SAS section was dug in on the low crest, invisible in their spider-holes under chameleon tarps. Only the thread-thin tip of the fiber-optic periscope showed above the sergeant's camouflage."
• The Reformer with David Drake.
"The High City of Solinga had been the core of the ancient town once; first a warlord's castle, then the seat of the city council. Three centuries ago, when Solinga was capital of the Emerald League, several million arnkets of the League's treasury had mysteriously found their way into a building program to turn it into a shrine to the city's gods—to the Gray-Eyed Lady of the Stars, first and foremost."
• "Riding Shotgun to Armageddon"
"The cannon were keeping up well with the chariots; Pharaoh would be pleased."
• "Roachstompers"
"'Oh, shit,' the captain of the reaction company said with deep disgust. It was the first time Laura Hunter had gotten past level 17 on this game. 'Save and logoff.'"
• "The Sixth Sun"
"The American soldiers gathered at the base of the sacrificial pyramid. Morning sun shone bright on the fresh-cut limestone, and on the bougainvillaea that was already beginning to curl up from the base. Two months had washed away the last lingering traces of the smell of rotten blood, leaving only the scents of dust and people and growing things in the plaza. Around them the town of Cacaxtla was bustling to life, a group of children on their way to school, farmers heading out to the fields."
• The Steel
"He had been down here in the sanctum of Sector Command and Control Unit AZ12-b14-c000 Mk. XIV for years, now. His body was in stasis, his mind connected with the ancient battle computer on levels far broader than the speechlike linkage of communication. It was no longer necessary for him to see events sequentially. . . ."
• The Sword with David Drake
"The perfect mirrored sphere of Sector Command and Control Unit AZ12-b14-c000 Mk. XIV's central . . . being . . . showed an image which seemed to give the lie to that. It wasn't the gray hairs or the scars on the backs of his hands that made him seem at least forty, or ageless."
• "The Three Walls"
"Gaius Vibulenus squeezed his hand on the mail-clad shoulder of the man who commanded the Tenth Cohort. Clodius Afer wore a red transverse crest across his helmet; he carried a staff of hard twisted wood rather than the two javelins the enlisted men bore, and his short stabbing sword was slung on the right from a baldric rather than the left side of his military belt: a centurion's gear."
• "The Warlord" with David Drake
"The rodent was dead now, dangling from the jaws of a cat-sized spersauroid, a slinky thing with a huge head and slender body carried high on four spidery legs. It blinked at them with eyelids that closed to a vertical slit, and then was gone with a rustle of scales against rubble. Raj grimaced. One of the few pleasant things about living in East Residence was that Terran life had mostly replaced the local. But not in the catacombs, it seemed."
• "A Whiff of Grapeshot"
"Out at Trevor's Star the navies of the People's Republic and the Star Kingdom of Manticore were shooting at each other. Men and women were dying by the thousands to buy the Committee more time. By God, he was sick of these cretins wasting it!"
Horace Brown Fyfe (30 September 1918-1997)
Although he's now mostly forgotten, Fyfe was a fairly successful science fiction of the 1940s though the 1960s, being published in most of the major sf magazines, as well as writing at least six novels.
Fiction
At Project Gutemberg:
• "the envoy, Her" from Planet Stories March 1951.
"The Emperor must be getting old, they thought, to deal so mercifully with the upstart Jursan Rebels—which was quite true. He was not too young to dream...."
• "Exile" from Space Science Fiction February 1953.
"The Dome of Eyes made it almost impossible for Terrans to reach the world of Tepokt. For those who did land there, there was no returning—only the bitterness of respect—and justice!"
• "Fee of the Frontier" from Amazing Stories August 1960.
"They didn't think of themselves as pioneers. They simply had a job to do. And if they had to give up money, or power, or love—or life itself—that was the fee of the Frontier"
• "Flamedown" from Analog Science Fact & Fiction August 1961
"It was, of course, one Hell of an ending for a trip to Mars—"
• "Irresistible Weapon" from If Worlds of Science Fiction July 1953.
"There's no such thing as a weapon too horrible to use; weapons will continue to become bigger, and deadlier. Like other things that can't be stopped...."
• "Let There Be Light" from IF Worlds of Science Fiction November 1952
"No matter what the future, one factor must always be reckoned with—the ingenuity of the human animal."
• "Luna Escapade" from Orbit volume 1 number 2, 1953.
"With over an hour to go before he needed to start braking for his landing on Luna, Pete Dudley sat at the controls of the rocket freighter and tried to think of anything else that needed checking after his spinning the ship. He drummed absently with the fingers of his right hand upon the buckle of the seat strap which restrained him from floating out of the padded acceleration seat."
• "Manners of the Age" from Galaxy Science Fiction March 1952.
"With everyone gone elsewhere, Earth was perfect for gracious living—only there was nothing gracious about it!"
• "The Outbreak of Peace" from Analog Science Fact & Fiction February 1961.
" When properly conducted, a diplomatic mission can turn the most smashing of battle-successes into a fabulous Pyrrhic victory."
• "Satellite System" from Analog Science Fact & Fiction October 1960
"Fyfe's quite right ... there's nothing like a satellite system for a cold storage arrangement. Keeps things handy, but out of the way...."
• "The Talkative Tree" from Worlds of If January 1962.
"Dang vines! Beats all how some plants have no manners—but what do you expect, when they used to be men!"
• "A Transmutation of Muddles" from Astounding Science Fiction September 1960.
"An experienced horse-trader, bargain-haggler, and general swapper has a very special talent for turning two headaches into one aspirin pill...."
"The Wedge" from IF Worlds of Science Fiction September 1960
"Finding his way out of this maze was only half the job."
• "This World Must Die" from Future combined with Science Fiction Stories September 1951.
"You have been chosen for this mission of murder because you are the only people in our culture who are capable of this type of violence. You have broken our laws, and this is your punishment!"
• At Manybooks: D-99. Science Fiction. Novel. 1962.
"When the interstellar diplomats and the space fleets can't handle the job, it's up to Department 99."
Audio Fiction
• Most of Fyfe's fiction above is available in audio format at LibriVox.
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