About the Author

Charles de Lint

Author and professional musician Charles de Lint is widely known as a master in the field of contemporary fantasy, helping to pioneer the genre with his groundbreaking novel Moonheart (1984). With thirty-seven novels and thirty-six books of short fiction published to date, he has won numerous awards and honours, including the World Fantasy Award, the Ontario Library Association White Pine Award and the Aurora Award.

De Lint also writes original songs and performs with his wife, Mary-Ann Harris, a fellow artist and musician. De Lint and Harris live in Ottawa.

Books by this Author

Dreams Underfoot

The Newford Collection
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Jack of Kinrowan

Jack of Kinrowan

Jack the Giant-Killer and Drink Down the Moon
edition:Paperback
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Out of This World

Out of This World

Wildlings Book Three
edition:Hardcover
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Over My Head

Over My Head

Wildlings Series Book Two
edition:Hardcover
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The Very Best of Fantasy & Science Fiction, Volume 2
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Excerpt from "The Paper Menagerie" by Ken Liu

One of my earliest memories starts with me sobbing. I refused to be soothed no matter what Mom and Dad tried.

Dad gave up and left the bedroom, but Mom took me into the kitchen and sat me down at the breakfast table.

"Kan, kan," she said, as she pulled a sheet of wrapping paper from on top of the fridge. For years, Mom carefully sliced open the wrappings around Christmas gifts and saved them on top of the fridge in a thick stack.

She set the paper down, plain side facing up, and began to fold it. I stopped crying and watched her, curious.

She turned the paper over and folded it again. She pleated, packed, tucked, rolled, and twisted until the paper disappeared between her cupped hands. Then she lifted the folded-up paper packet to her mouth and blew into it, like a balloon.

"Kan," she said. "Laohu." She put her hands down on the table and let go.

A little paper tiger stood on the table, the size of two fists placed together. The skin of the tiger was the pattern on the wrapping paper, white background with red candy canes and green Christmas trees.

I reached out to Mom's creation. Its tail twitched, and it pounced playfully at my finger. "Rawrr-sa," it growled, the sound somewhere between a cat and rustling newspapers.

I laughed, startled, and stroked its back with an index finger. The paper tiger vibrated under my finger, purring.

"Zhe jiao zhezhi," Mom said. This is called origami.

I didn't know this at the time, but Mom's kind was special. She breathed into them so that they shared her breath, and thus moved with her life. This was her magic.

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Under My Skin

Under My Skin

Wildlings Book 1
edition:Hardcover
also available: Paperback
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