In a sulfurous chasm beneath Reality, the serpent and the eagle have reached their moment of reckoning. The eagle swoops in for the kill with talons extended, and the serpent turns its fanged and slavering maw to meet the eagle’s gaping beak in a cosmic kiss of death that will obliterate countless worlds. Other than that—the design on the back of the Hawaiian-cut shirt of a man investigating the bean dip at the buffet table—this gathering of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America is palpably low on excitement....
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