The Year's Best Fantasy Stories is a 1975 anthology of fantasy stories, edited by Lin Carter. It was first published in paperback by DAW Books. Despite the anthology's title, it actually gathers together pieces originally published during a two-year period, 1973 and 1974.
The book collects eleven novelettes and short stories by various fantasy authors deemed by the editor the best to be published during the period represented, together with an introductory survey of the year in fantasy, an essay on the year's best fantasy books, and introductory notes to the individual stories by the editor. The pieces include posthumously published works (the stories by Howard and Bok), and a "posthumous collaboration" (the story by Smith and Carter).
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