A lot of fantasy books are large tomes that are read and savored like fine wines on a long summer holiday. So when you open a book of fantasy short stories it feels like you are doing the fantasy-reader’s equivalent of taking vodka shots at a party. You’re having a night of fun and meeting lots of new people. Some of those people aren’t that interesting, but some of them are brilliant. And that’s perfectly okay because you only have to talk to each person for a wee bit, and then you can move on until you find someone you connect with and can form a long-term friendship with.