Eleven unique tales in regards to the varied paths our global might've taken...
exchange heritage explores the various attainable instructions our international may perhaps persist with if yes key occasions did not ensue in any respect or have been replaced in a few the most important means. Is our Earth the one Earth, our truth the one one who exists? Or are there many parallel worlds and societies, a few similar to ours, a few slightly recognizable?
Lincoln had by no means turn into president, and the Civil warfare had by no means taken place?
Columbus by no means chanced on the USA, and the Inca built a tremendous, technologically complicated empire?
Magic used to be genuine and a half-faery queen governed England?
Hitler and Germany received the battle simply because the USA by no means obtained involved?
the various world's religions have been absolutely commercialized, their temples run like casinos, religions deisgned merely for profit?
An writer found a e-book written by means of another model of himself?
Robert Charles Wilson — Jeff Vandermeer — Stephen Baxter
Theodora Goss — Lizz Williams — Gene Wolfe
Greg Van Eekhout — Alastair Reynolds — Paul Park
Lucius Shepard — Benjamin Rosenbaum
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