Canton, Prime Books, 2002. First trade paperback edition. Milkwood is not a nice place to be. With the passing of generations, it has curdled. At night it casts a buttery light on the moon. Fortunately, all the action in this book occurs elsewhere. It mostly happens in a warped version of the music industry or in an impossible tavern or in a future where everything is illegal. It sometimes even happens outside the narrative. But never in Milkwood. Never. Milkwood is barely even mentioned. For it is not a nice place to be. “Rhys Hughes seems almost the sum of our planet’s literature, a knowing voice, an almost jaded eye, an ear for all there is to hear. He’ll make you rich if you read him right. He might make you reluctant to take another’s word for quite some time. His easy, Welsh harping will, I promise, stay with you, infectious, charming, oddly persuasive. Be warned: His images will inform your dreams.” —Michael Moorcock “Imagine (if you dare) a whimsical marriage of Lord Dunsany and S.J. Perelman, and you have something approaching the tales of Rhys Hughes, filled with gaudy colour, slapstick, puns, fantastic creatures and the occasional unexpected chill. Hughes’ world is a magical one—and his language is the most magical thing of all.” —T.E.D. Klein “It’s a crime that Rhys Hughes is not as widely known as Italo Calvino and other writers of that stature. Brilliantly-written and conceived, Hughes’ fiction has few parallels anywhere in the world. In some alternate universe with a better sense of justice, his work triumphantly parades across all bestseller lists.” —Jeff VanderMeer Issued in trade paperback by Prime Books. 1st edition. Contains 34 stories. Fine.