Maisie Williams’ Ashildr didn’t turn out to be Susan as I had once hopedThousand and One Nights,in a story that both respects the original tradition of nested and linked narratives, but also throws in some gender subversion. Colgan’s story of the Black Death is surprisingly bleak. Llewellyn mashes up Columbus and the Hunger Games. Richards wraps it all up at the end. It’s a good collection, perhaps aimed at a more mature readership than is immediately apparent. Let’s hope for more.