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Venus Rising on Water

Tanith Lee

Tanith Lee was born in London and lives on Britain's Sussex Weald with her husband, writer John Kaiine, and two cats. She began writing at the age of nine and worked variously as a library assistant, shop assistant, filing clerk and waitress before having three children's books published in the early 1970s.

When DAW Books released her novel The Birthgrave in 1975, and thereafter twenty-six other titles, she became a full-time writer. To date she has published more than seventy books and nearly 200 short stories. Her novels include Sabella, or The Blood Stone, The Blood of Roses, and the "Blood Opera"

sequence (Dark Dance, Personal Darkness and Darkness, I ), while her short fiction is available in collections such as Red as Blood, or Tales from the Sisters Grimmer and the 1986 Arkham House retrospective, Dreams of Dark and Light: The Great Short Fiction of Tanith Lee. Her work has been translated into more than fifteen languages, and she has won two World Fantasy Awards for short fiction and the 1980 British Fantasy Award for her novel Death's Master.

Four of her plays have been broadcast by BBC Radio, and she has scripted two episodes of the cult BBC TV series Blakes 7, including the 1980 space vampire story, "Sarcophagus" .

"So far I've written seven novels about vampires," reveals the author, "or types of vampire, and quite a lot of short stories of various lengths. Vampirism, to me, is one of those themes where somehow another idea or twist is always making itself known to me. The subject seems limitless, perhaps because the vampire seems somehow to have woven itself among the human psyche.

" 'Venus Rising on Water' came initially from a fascination with Venice, which may be seen in futurist, distorted form, in the venue. Ironically, the name Venus has since become my name for Venice in the cycle of books I'm currently writing for Overlook in America, of which only the last may at all be classed as science fiction. But this story is SF: it's about the clash between the future and the past although the denouement, however odd or apparently fortuitous, demonstrates the hold everyday real life can get on the strangest matters."

Like long hair, the weeds grew down the façades of the city, over ornate shutters and leaden doors, into the pale green silk of the lagoon. Ten hundred ancient mansions crumbled. Sometimes a flight of birds was exhaled from their crowded mass, or a thread of smoke was drawn up into the sky. Day long a mist bloomed on the water, out of which distant towers rose like snakes of deadly gold. Once in every month a boat passed, carving the lagoon that had seemed thickened beyond movement. Far less often, here and there, a shutter cracked open and the weed hair broke, a stream of plaster fell like a blue ray. Then, some faint face peered out, probably eclipsed by a mask. It was a place of veils.

Visitors were occasional. They

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