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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2018
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To Lezli Robyn
Contents
Copyright
Dedication
A Long Night at the Palmer House by John Jos. Miller: Part 1
Down the Rabbit Hole by Kevin Andrew Murphy
A Long Night at the Palmer House: Part 2
The Motherfucking Apotheosis of Todd Motherfucking Taszycki By Christopher Rowe
A Long Night at the Palmer House: Part 3
A Long Night at the Palmer House: Part 4
A Bit of a Dinosaur by Paul Cornell
A Long Night at the Palmer House: Part 5
Stripes by Marko Kloos
A Long Night at the Palmer House: Part 6
The Sister in the Streets by Melinda M. Snodgrass
A Long Night at the Palmer House: Part 7
A Beautiful Façade by Mary Anne Mohanraj
A Long Night at the Palmer House: Part 8
Meathooks on Ice by Saladin Ahmed
A Long Night at the Palmer House: Part 9
A Long Night at the Palmer House: Part 10
A Long Night at the Palmer House: Epilogue
The Wild Cards Universe
About the Publisher
Copyright © 2018 by George R.R. Martin and the Wild Cards Trust
‘A Long Night at the Palmer House’ copyright © 2018 by John Jos. Miller
‘Down the Rabbit Hole’ copyright © 2018 by Kevin Andrew Murphy
‘The Motherfucking Apotheosis of Todd Motherfucking Taszycki’ copyright © 2018 by Christopher Rowe
‘A Bit of a Dinosaur’ copyright © 2018 by Paul Cornell
‘Stripes’ copyright © 2018 by Marko Kloos
‘The Sister in the Streets’ copyright © 2018 by Lumina Enterprises
‘A Beautiful Façade’ copyright © 2018 by Mary Anne Mohanraj
‘Meathooks on Ice’ copyright © 2018 by Saladin Ahmed
a variant of seven-card stud poker
wherein the high hand splits the pot
with the low spade in the hole
A Long Night at the Palmer House
IT HAD BEEN ONE hundred and forty-two years since John Nighthawk had been inside the Palmer House, and then it had been the earlier incarnation of the luxurious Chicago hotel, known simply as the Palmer.
Nighthawk’s age was not apparent in his appearance. He was a smallish black man in a dark pin-striped suit with a discreet kidskin glove on his left hand. He looked to be in his thirties. He sighed as he gazed at the entrance to the hotel. Perhaps, he thought, it’s finally time to lay old ghosts. He hurried across the street, dodging early morning traffic with the ease of the longtime urbanite, and entered the hotel’s lobby.
Inside he paused momentarily, suddenly almost overwhelmed as one of his visions washed over him. They were part of the powers he’d gained on that first Wild Card Day in 1946 and usually came as warnings of great danger lurking in the near future. This one was more incoherent than usual, chaotic scenes of fire and ice, of great beasts and shifting landscapes, of quick flashes of the past he’d once seen and an even vaster past he’d never imagined.
He stood for a moment catching his breath, then went on to