Lost in Willipaq A second edition of Lost in Willipaq was never in the works. Yet here it is. Buy it now―your kids will respect you, the neighbors will be envious and your teeth will soon be whiter-than-white. Some of the tales will be old friends―but now they are in a book: rewritten, updated and with over 120 extra pages of previously unpublished forays into the fantastic.	Mark Twain in MilanA woman popped out of thin air beside me. She was swinging a serious looking cavalry saber; She gave me the once-over and attacked. I ducked. Her pale gray eyes grew huge. "Oh, terribly sorry, old chap. I thought you were someone else," she said. "Are you still alive?" I said yes. "I say, good fun, what?" she remarked. A bullet zinged past and we dived under the desk.	McMuckle Makes a MinyanThe ineffable, unnamable God of Hosts stood with a burly, bearded personage who held a bar towel draped over one arm, a symbol of his trade. The golem toyed nervously with an ear. "My people should quake at My unutterable Name, not fall on their tukhes," said God. The ear came off. "Bim... this is not about you. Try to stay on topic."
The Song of the Rice Barge Coolie "Oh, Jim—it's a full cape," trilled Ginny Levitan. Their house-to-be cuddled coyly behind a tangle of alders and runaway roses. The house was not unoccupied. Beneath the floors, past wide boards of ancient pumpkin pine pumiced, oiled and varnished by successive generations of householders disappeared, dead or run away, lay the galleries of the Long Walkers.	A Pass on the TabouliErrol Flynn reclined in a lavender-scented bath and extended a tanned hero's arm to make a fist. He suspected the studio had kept him stuffed with hormones and cloned organs for the last seventy-five years all for this one last remake. How many Kims had it been? Damned Kipling. Flynn wished he had read the fine print on the resurrection form.	Daphne Longhandle's Last Flight "See that, Franklin?" said Eleanor Roosevelt. "That’s O’Brien." Franklin observed a line of stars on the eastern horizon. There were four. "Oops, sorry." Eleanor nodded at her new constellation, O’Brien, and the fourth star blinked out.
E Pluribus Human"YO, BABE!" a man's voice blared at Grenadine McKenzie, "SURPRISE, YOU'RE PREGNANT." A craggy male face bloomed before her. The face was a hero's face, Lance Davenport from Rights of Spring. There was an odor of patchouli.	Scope Virgin The woman at the far end of the kaleidoscope had not been there last week, of this Simon was sure. She was naked or near enough, thinly dressed in a diaphanous veil. "Holy shit!" Simon Alexander breathed on the lens and gave it a wipe with his sleeve. "I see that I have your attention..." said the woman, "...finally."	Platterland It was a real nice laying-out—tasteful. Well, maybe not so much tasteful particularly, but neat. They’d got Ed’s left arm attached to his head and not his shoulder. And they had the remaining right arm attached on the left side. To look like them, I supposed.