Books with title The Moon Ribbon And Other Tales

The Moon Ribbon and Other Tales spins six unexpectedly original and fascinating tales evoking a sense of traditional folklore. It is a perfect book for the fan of imaginative fantasy cornucopia that spills forth "proud princesses, wicked stepmothers, magical spirits, wise fools, and fair maidens" in beautifully written and powerful constructed stories penetrated with powerful underlying themes from "love nourishes" to bigotry leads to violence". Jane Yolen has won many prizes for her short story collections and was a finalist for the 1975 National Book Award and is considered a leading modern creator of original fairy tales. Illustrator David Palladini serves to enrich Yolen's stories with exquisite drawings. From book sleeve: "Together, author and artist have created a volume of rare beauty and permanent literary importance."

Armchair Fiction presents Masters of Science Fiction, Volume Six: "The Moon is Green and Other Tales” featuring the works of Fritz Leiber. Imagine one’s surprise… To awaken one morning and find bevys of bread floating high in the air. To discover a forsaken battery whose gravitic properties are, to say the least, confounding. To have an alien visitor enter your bathroom and never come out. Often regarded as a leader in fantasy and horror, Leiber was gifted with a fertile and agile genius that allowed him to write in many genres. This collection of his sci-fi short stories is teeming with fabulous, quirky scenarios of possible future events…and maybe even events that could happen now. This great collection is Volume Six in Armchair Fiction’s “Masters of Science Fiction” series.

It is a strange thing, that when I feel most fervently and most deeply, my hands and my tongue seem alike tied, so that I cannot rightly describe or accurately portray the thoughts that are rising within me; and yet I am a painter: my eye tells me as much as that, and all my friends who have seen my sketches and fancies say the same. I am a poor lad, and live in one of the narrowest of lanes; but I do not want for light, as my room is high up in the house, with an extensive prospect over the neighbouring roofs. During the first few days I went to live in the town, I felt low-spirited and solitary enough. Instead of the forest and the green hills of former days, I had here only a forest of chimney-pots to look out upon. And then I had not a single friend; not one familiar face greeted me. So one evening I sat at the window, in a desponding mood; and presently I opened the casement and looked out. Oh, how my heart leaped up with joy! Here was a well-known face at last—a round, friendly countenance, the face of a good friend I had known at home. In, fact it was the Moon that looked in upon me. He was quite unchanged, the dear old Moon, and had the same face exactly that he used to show when he peered down upon me through the willow trees on the moor. I kissed my hand to him over and over again, as he shone far into my little room; and he, for his part, promised me that every evening, when he came abroad, he would look in upon me for a few moments. This promise he has faithfully kept. It is a pity that he can only stay such a short time when he comes. Whenever he appears, he tells me of one thing or another that he has seen on the previous night, or on that same evening. "Just paint the scenes I describe to you"—this is what he said to me—"and you will have a very pretty picture-book." I have followed his injunction for many evenings. I could make up a new "Thousand and One Nights," in my own way, out of these pictures, but the number might be too great, after all. The pictures I have here given have not been chosen at random, but follow in their proper order, just as they were described to me. Some great gifted painter, or some poet or musician, may make something more of them if he likes; what I have given here are only hasty sketches, hurriedly put upon the paper, with some of my own thoughts interspersed; for the Moon did not come to me every evening—a cloud sometimes hid his face from me.

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It is a strange thing, that when I feel most fervently and most deeply, my hands and my tongue seem alike tied, so that I cannot rightly describe or accurately portray the thoughts that are rising within me; and yet I am a painter: my eye tells me as much as that, and all my friends who have seen my sketches and fancies say the same. I am a poor lad, and live in one of the narrowest of lanes; but I do not want for light, as my room is high up in the house, with an extensive prospect over the neighbouring roofs. During the first few days I went to live in the town, I felt low-spirited and solitary enough. Instead of the forest and the green hills of former days, I had here only a forest of chimney-pots to look out upon. And then I had not a single friend; not one familiar face greeted me.

Excerpt from What the Moon Saw: And Other TalesIT is a stran e thing, that when I feel most fervently and most deeply, my han S and my tongue seem alike tied, so that I cannot.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.