La quête de la Sorcière Blanche

The lowland girl seemed to contain fire. Her hair stirred, flickered, gushed upward, blowing flame in a wind that did not blow.A tower of light shot up the sky, beginning where the girl stood. For half a second there was only light, then it took form.The form it took was Anackire.She towered, she soared. Her flesh was a white mountain. Her snake's tail a river of fire in spate. Her golden head touched the apex of the sky, and there the serpents of her hair snapped like lightnings. Her eyes were twin suns. The eight arms, outheld as the two arms of the girl had been, rested weightlessly on the air, the long fingers subtly movingThe girl standing before the well, unblasted by the entity she had released, seemed only quiescent. At last one could see that her face, as it had always been, was the face of Anackire. (back cover copy)

Anackire

Don't talk to strangers. Don't even look at them. The life of Roy Phipps can be summed up in a paragraph: He's fifty, leads an uneventful, well-organised existence in the house inherited from his parents, earns a modest income writing formulaic detective novels, and remembers, sometimes, his encounters with women. Roy's only aberration is the other novel he has been secretively also writing for years, the sprawling and florid story of the mad poet Vilmos, a study of murder, angst and alchemic magic. Then one evening Roy meets Vilmos, face to face. Of course, handsome Vilmos's double, Joseph Traskul, is only a coincidental look-alike. But in those fatal minutes a terrible bond is formed. For Traskul is, at the very least, insane - charismatic, predatory, lawless - a sort of human demon - whose almost supernatural powers, once provoked, will prove unstoppable. As the fiery shadows close in on him, Roy soon understands that he is now fighting for his own sanity. And probably for his life.

To Indigo

The world called Indigo turned upside down for Magdala Cled one unexpected morning. From being that world's only genetic misfit, the shunned outcast of an otherwise ideal society, she became the focus of attention for mighty forces. Once they had installed her in the midst of the Electric Forest, with its weird trees and its super-luxurious private home, Magdala awoke to the potentials which were opening up all about her. And to realize also the peril that now seemed poised above Indigo . . . which only she, the hated one, could possible circumvent.

La forêt électrique

From World Fantasy Award winner Tanith Lee comes a new volume of Tales from the Flat Earth.

Les sortilèges de la nuit (Le dit de la terre plate, #5)

Celui qui croit avoir tout lu sur les vampires ne connaît pas Tanith Lee. Il ne sait rien des demeures embuées d'ombres où se frôlent les mains des seigneurs et des familiers. Il n'a pas entendu le chant de deuil de Feroluce, lancé vers ses frères aux ailes noires, et ne sait pas le nom du prince qui viendra réveiller Blanche Neige. Il n'a jamais effleuré l'épaule de la Machine qui Mord sur des planètes lointaines, ni erré dans les neiges étoilées de fleurs cruelles. Ni, peut-être, partagé un verre avec une actrice déchue, ou déchiffré à ce jour les secrets que savent les miroirs. Il lui reste encore, en somme, à tout découvrir des Ténèbres. II peut à présent le faire en tenant la main de la créatrice de la terrible famille Scarabae et des inoubliables Seigneurs de la Terre Plate... En suivant l'écrivaine au style le plus somptueux de sa génération, nouvel­liste d'exception, couronnée maîtresse es Fantasy par les plus grands. Le temps de dix textes rares, introuvables, se dévoilent ici les vampires de Tanith Lee, ou les vampires tout court... guides indispensables d'une éternelle nuit.Sommaire :1 - Rouge comme le sang (Red as blood), pages 15 à 29, trad. Estelle VALLS DE GOMIS2 - Il bacio (Il chiave) 'Le baiser (La clef)' (Il bacio (Il chiave) 'The kiss (The key)'), pages 31 à 56, trad. Estelle VALLS DE GOMIS3 - L'Amant vampire (The vampire lover), pages 57 à 76, trad. Sandrine JEHANNO4 - Ne-me-mords-pas ou Fleur de feu (Bite-me-not or Fleur de feu), pages 77 à 110, trad. Estelle VALLS DE GOMIS5 - Fleurs hivernales (Winter flowers), pages 111 à 140, trad. Sandrine JEHANNO6 - Miroir miroir (Mirror, mirror), pages 143 à 153, trad. Sandrine JEHANNO7 - Nunc dimittis (Nunc dimittis), pages 155 à 181, trad. Estelle VALLS DE GOMIS8 - La Vampiresse (La vampiresse), pages 183 à 201, trad. Estelle VALLS DE GOMIS9 - La Merveilleuse machine qui mord (The beautiful biting machine), pages 205 à 225, trad. Sandrine JEHANNO10 - Le Troisième cavalier (The Third Horseman), pages 227 à 235, trad. Benoît PIRET11 - Léa SILHOL, Histoires de sang, histoires d'encre…, pages 237 à 269, Article12 - Léa SILHOL, Les Vampires de Tanith Lee, une bibliographie en mouvement, pages 271 à 275, Bibliographie13 - Tanith Lee : Vampires are french, pages 279 à 281, Préface

Écrit avec du sang : 10 contes du vampire

Le maître des ténèbres

THE GORGON, a brilliant shocker that leads off this scintillating collection of Tanith Lee's tales, was the winner of the World Fantasy Award for best short story of the year in 1983. It is appropriate that it gives its title to these tales ranging from horror and the supernatural to science fiction, from the writer who has been justly termed "Princess Royal of Heroic Fantasy."
Here you will find unforgettable encounters of men and beasts - of dragons and unicorns, cats and seals, virgins and vampires. This is truly a feast of treasures for everyone whose taste runs to a gourmet imagination.

The Gorgon: And Other Beastly Tales

Aradia est tenace ! De Saz-Kronie à la double cité de Genchira, de mers démontées en obscurs navires d'esclaves, d'ateliers de peintres en cimetières antiques, elle poursuit sans relâche son rêve de jeunesse... et retrouve enfin Thenser. Ce dernier, hanté par son passé, l'entraîne bientôt vers un pays brutal et lointain, écrasé de soleil. Mêlée de nouveau au fracas des armes, au chaos de la politique, plus rien, semble-t-il, ne peut sauver la jeune femme - si ce n'est peut-être elle-même.

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