Something wonderful finally came out of George R.R. Martin’s house of goddamn lies. I was promised more Dunk and Egg, and did not get it. Instead, I got a sampler platter of some amazing genre scattered tales of badass womenfolk. As with all collections, it bulged my to-read pile significantly as I became aware of the glory that is Megan Abbott and Joe R. Lansdale (well, he I knew, but this was the straw that f–king broke the f–king camel’s back, c–ksucker.) I also fell more in love with the other well known authors: Abercrombie, Sanderson, Butcher, Block, et al. And I learned that I was right to avoid other authors, as I genuinely find them terrible. So if you’re looking to try a few new select tastes, get on this. Even if it isn’t the goddamn Dunk and Egg I was promised.