Who are the STRANGERS AMONG US?
We are your fathers and mothers, brothers and sisters, sons and daughters, friends and lovers. We staff your stores, cross your streets, and study in your schools, invisible among you. We are your outcasts and underdogs, and often, your unsung heroes.
Nineteen science fiction and fantasy authors tackle the division between mental health and mental illness; how the interplay between our minds' quirks and the diverse societies and cultures we live in can set us apart, or must be concealed, or become unlikely strengths.
Authors: Kelley Armstrong, Suzanne Church, A.M. Dellamonica, Gemma Files, James Alan Gardner, Bev Geddes, Erika Holt, Tyler Keevil, Rich Larson, Derwin Mak, Mahtab Narsimhan, Sherry Peters, Ursula Pflug, Robert Runté, Lorina Stephens, Amanda Sun, Hayden Trenholm, Edward Willett, A.C. Wise, and Julie E. Czerneda (Introduction)
This anthology holds authors tackling the questions of mental health and mental illness, the approaches varied and intriguing. Authors include Kelley Armstrong, A.M. Dellamonica, Gemma Files, Susan Forest, Ursula Pflug, and A.C. Wise. A portion of its sales goes to support Canadian Mental Health Association's programs. – Cat Rambo
". . . a solid effort, a mixed SF/fantasy original anthology, with a number of entertaining stories to be found within its pages."– Locus magazine (Gardner Dozois)
"Mental illness is an exciting theme for an anthology, leaving plenty of room for variety."– Library Journal
"The writers of these stories address such varied subjects as agoraphobia, depression, schizophrenia, autism, anxiety, and addiction. Though this book has some shortcomings, readers who have mental illnesses may find themselves somewhere in these pages and as a result may no longer feel so alone or isolated."– School Library Journal
". . . stories do a masterful job of knitting legitimate and painful mental illnesses to characters who still retain agency and power."– Kirkus Reviews
"The writing is excellent throughout, and even the few not-as-strong stories make for a good read. This is a unique collection that should attract readers of all genres."– Foreword Reviews
"The stories in Strangers Among Us are as varied in tone and approach as their authors. The power of the collection derives from this variety; while each story can be read in isolation, the assemblage of outsiders feels, on a whole, exultant. There is, indeed, strength in numbers, when each individual is accorded space and respect."– Quill & Quire
"Strangers Among Us . . . is important, shining a much-needed spotlight on issues that get far too little attention. A wonderful anthology, one of the major SF&F books of the year. Bravo!"– Robert J. Sawyer, Hugo award-winning author of Quantum Night
The Culling (Kelley Armstrong)
We are taken into the desert at midnight. Taken far from the outer wall, so that no one travelling from the village in the days to come will stumble over our desiccated bodies. When we reached the spot, I see headless corpses stacked like cordwood, undisturbed from previous Cullings because there are no longer predators large enough to drag them away. The very sand around us is stained permanently red. Somewhere in that pile is my aunt. I turn away before I find myself searching for her.
The executioner works methodically. We are bound in a line, and he does not even free us from our ropes. We all kneel, still in that line, and he works his way down it. There are eleven of us. I know their names. Have spoken to them all before. In a village of two hundred, it is impossible not to have crossed paths. But here, we say nothing. We simply wait, resigned.
Dallas's Booth (Suzanne Church)
He limped into the kitchen, channeling his rage into the knurled handle of his cane. His mother had presented him with the device when he'd still believed in the merits of physiotherapy. She'd found it at one of those conventions where people wore elf ears and talked in made-up languages. She declared it "cool." Said it would reduce the embarrassment factor. Wrong.
He grabbed a broken bucket from under the kitchen sink and filled it to just below the crack. Slopping and sloshing with every step, he walked back and heaved the water through his second-story window at the roof of his booth.
How Objects Behave on the Edge of a Black Hole (A.C. Wise)
Maggie wondered whether her sister even believed the words.
"Dad was an asshole." Maggie's jaw clenched, heat behind the words she hadn't expected. "He tried to make mom sick during their divorce. He wanted her to kill herself."
The slap came too quickly for Maggie to avoid it—the crack of palm against cheek—and it left her ears ringing.
"You always take her side." Jan's nostrils flared. "You, and mom, and Gran. You and your little secret club. There was never any room for me. Dad was all I had."
Maggie gaped. Did Jan really think they'd tried to exclude her? A shared history of fucked up brain chemistry was just that, nothing more, nothing less.
The Dog and The Sleepwalker (James Alan Gardner)
To the Dog, the starship's bridge was quiet. He'd been told there was actually a din of chatter in the minutes leading up to a warp jump—members of the crew constantly calling out readings. But
the noise was restricted to the brain-chip connections that linked everybody else. The Dog had no augmentations, so all he heard was the soft shifting of people in their seats on the rare occasions when they had to push buttons with their actual fingers instead of just doing it with their minds.
After a long period of silence, the captain cleared her throat. "Mr. Bok," she said aloud, "are you ready for jump?"
"Yes, Captain," said the Dog.
"Very good," she said. She looked to make sure the Dog's hand was hovering above the insultingly large red button that was the one and only feature of the Dog's control console. She nodded
and said, "Jump in three . . . two . . . one . . ."
I Count the Lights (Edward Willett)
He sighed. He'd almost taken early retirement from Diplomatic Corps Security three years ago, and if he had, he and Annie would currently be fishing in the mountains of Montana and hoping against hope their daughter would find someone with whom to give them grandchildren. But the opportunity to be head of security at a major new embassy on a newly opened planet had seemed too good to pass up. The pay was very, very good. Though Annie hadn't made the trip out here with him, she'd visited a
couple of times, courtesy of the free-transportation program that had also landed him with the Boynton problem.
I guess we can still go fishing after I'm cashiered out the service, he thought wistfully. In a much smaller boat. Wearing a disguise. Which will also be useful for panhandling for loose change on weekends.
He sent a final note to Simon, updating his secretary on where he was and what he was doing. If he fell off the Tower like the Ambassador . . . well, it would end all hope of a trade agreement, for one thing, but what really concerned him was that he not simply vanish without Annie ever knowing what had happened.
Tribes (A.M. Dellamonica)
"No!" Ling jumped to her feet, whirling on Jake, seizing one black wing so he couldn't fly off. "You're going to save him."
"No mooncake stone, no miracle. Someone's dying today or the whole blanket shreds." He hopped back, eyes flinty, slipping out of her grip. The handful of feathers in her hand turned to a
crumpled piece of paper. On it was a cartoon doodle Eddie had done: her and Xian, dancing.
"He's one of your People," she pleaded. "You owe him."
"Don't you get it, kid?" His voice was almost fond. "Eddie don't want someone else to die in his place."
Her eyes misted. "You could—"
"I'm letting him choose," he said. "Letting you choose, too."
Another shriek from the hallway. Nothing there, she thought, nobody who can hurt him. It was a
rationalization. Some of the dead kids had fatal seizures; one had hanged herself.
The world blurred.
Marion's War (Hayden Trenholm)
The slug thrower was too rough a tool, but a pistol shot was uncertain at such distance. Marion dumped her pack and bandolier behind a rock and slithered closer, finding cover in the patchy vegetation. She had been sent to kill the commandant. What happened after didn't matter. Everyone else was dead; why not her, too?
Hold on, baby, hold on. Darwin's head lolled against her shoulder,his eyes fixing on her face. Blood bubbled on his lips. "Leave me, I'm done." His hands pawed futilely at the haft of the G'rat'ch spear. "The mission matters more." Marion nodded. HQ needed to know the names of the traitors. Darwin drew a long breath, let it out, and was silent. She let his body slump to the forest floor. She touched his face. Then she ran.