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SAVING TIAMAAT
GWYNETH JONES


O
ne of the most acclaimed British writers of her generation, Gwyneth Jones was a
cowinner of the James Tiptree Jr. Memorial Award for work exploring genre issues
in science fiction, with her 1991 novel White Queen, and has also won the Arthur C.
Clarke Award, with her novel Bold as Love, as well as receiving two World Fantasy
AwardsтАФfor her story тАЬThe Grass PrincessтАЭ and her collection Seven Tales and a
Fable. Her other books include the novels North Wind, Flowerdust, Escape Plans,
Divine Endurance, Phoenix Cafe, Castles Made of Sand, Stone Free, Midnight
Lamp, Kairos, Life, Water in the Air, The Influence of Ironwood, The Exhange,
Dear Hill, and The Hidden Ones, as well as more than sixteen young adult novels
published under the name Ann Halam. Her too-infrequent short fiction has appeared
in Interzone, AsimovтАЩs Science Fiction, Off Limits, and in other magazines and
anthologies, and has been collected in Identifying the Object: A Collection of Short
Stories, as well as Seven Tales and a Fable. She is also the author of the critical
study Deconstructing the Starships: Science Fiction and Reality. Her most recent
book is a new novel, Rainbow Bridge. She lives in Brighton, England, with her
husband, her son, and a Burmese cat.

In the vivid and compelling story that follows, she proves that coming to really
know your enemy may make your problems harder rather than easier to solve.

****

I had reached the station in the depth of Left SperanzaтАЩs night; I had not slept.
Fogged in the confabulation of the transit, I groped through crushing eons to my
favorite breakfast kiosk: unsure if the soaring concourse outside Par-liament was
ceramic and carbon or a metaphor; a cloudy internal warningтАФ

Now what was the message in the mirror? Something pitiless. Some
blank-eyed, slow-thinking, long-grinned crocodileтАФ

тАЬDebra!тАЭ

It was my partner. тАЬDonтАЩt do that,тАЭ I moaned. The internal crocodile
shattered, the concourse lost its freight of hyperdetermined meaning, too suddenly
for comfort. тАЬDonтАЩt you know you should never startle a sleep-walker?тАЭ

He grinned; he knew when IтАЩd arrived, and the state I was likely to be in. I
hadnтАЩt met Pel├й Leonidas Iza Quinatoa in the flesh before, but weтАЩd worked
together, we liked each other. тАЬAyayay, so good you canтАЩt bear to lose it?тАЭ

тАЬOf course not. Only innocent, beautiful souls have sweet dreams.тАЭ

He touched my cheek: collecting a teardrop. I hadnтАЩt realized I was crying.
тАЬYou should use the dreamtime, Debra. There must be some game you want to
play.тАЭ