Tales From The Flat Earth is a fantasy novel series by Tanith Lee.
Novels
- Night's Master (1978) (Nominated-Best Novel-World Fantasy Award, 1979)
- Death's Master (1979) (Winner-Best Novel-British Fantasy Award, 1980)
- Delusion's Master (1981)
- Delirium's Mistress (1986)
- Night's Sorceries (1987) (Nominated-Best Anthology/Collection-World Fantasy Award, 1988)
- The Earth Is Flat (forthcoming)
- Earth's Master (forthcoming)
Short Stories
In addition to the novels, Lee has written some separate short stories set in the Flat Earth:
- I Bring You Forever (1998)
- The Man Who Stole The Moon (2001)
- The Origin Of Snow (2002)
- The Snake (2008)
- The Pain of Glass (2009)
Read more about Tales From The Flat Earth: Geography of The Flat Earth
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