Description is for the Sept. 1989 Tor First Edition.

DR. RENDER, THE SHAPER

"I sank Atlantis," Render explained, "personally. "It was about three years ago. And God! it was lovely! It was all ivory towers and silver balconies. There were bridges of opal, and crimson pennants and
a milk-white river flowing between lemon-colored banks. There were jade steeples, and trees as old as the world tickling the bellies of clouds, and ships in the great sea-harbor of Xanadu, as delicately constructed as musical instruments, all swaying with the tides. The twelve princes of the realm held court in the dozen-pillared Colosseum of the Zodiac, to listen to a Greek tenor sax play at sunset.

"The Greek, of course, was a patient of mine-paranoiac. The etiology of the thing is rather complicated, but that's what I wandered into inside his mind. I gave him free rein for awhile, and in the end I had to split Atlantis in half and sink it full fathom five. I still see him periodically, but he is no longer the last descendant of the greatest minstrel of Atlantis. He's just a fine, late-twentieth-century saxman.

"Sometimes though, as I look back on the apocalypse I worked within his vision of grandeur, I experience a fleeting sense of lost beauty#because, for a single moment, his abnormally intense feelings were my feelings, and he felt that his dream was the most
beautiful thing in the world."
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The Infinity Box

After dinner Janet and I both went over to Christine's house to see the proofs While I studied the pictures, Christine and Janet went back to the
kitchen to talk and make coffee I finished and leaned back in my chair waiting for their return Without any perceptible difference in my thoughts, my position, anything, I was seeing Janet through Christine's eyes Janet looked shocked and unbelieving.

I stared at her and began to see other faces there too. Younger, clearer eyes, and smoother-skinned,
emptier-looking I turned my head abruptly as something else started to emerge I knew that if I had tried,
I would have seen all the personality traits, including the ugliness, the pettiness, everything there was that went into her.

"What is it?" Janet asked, alarm in her voice. I shook my head, Christines head. She tried to
speak and I wouldn't let her Without any warning I had crossed the threshold of belief I knew I could
enter her, could use her, could examine whatever was in her mind without her being able to do anything about it. I knew in that same flash that she didn't realize what was happening, that she felt haunted, or crazy, but that she had no idea that another personality was inside her I pulled away so suddenly that I almost let her fall down

From the other room I heard Janet's cry, followed by the sound of breaking glass I hurried to the kitchen to find her standing over Christine, who was siting on a stool looking dazed and bewildered and very frightened.

"What's wrong' I asked,

Janet shook her head "I dropped a glass," she said, daring me not to believe.