title: DeathMyth: A Metaphysical Fantasy
author:  D. L. Osment 
description: D. L. Osment has invented a new genre - "Metaphysical Fantasy" - for her engrossing and thought-provoking third novel, DEATHMYTH. Her first novel, I CANNES, is an erotic novel, a fictionalized account of her true adventures at the Cannes Film Festival over the years. Its sequel - which continues the amorous romps of Lucy and Miguel - is SKETCHES OF SPAIN. Her latest film is 2014s multi-award-winning SANDBOY, directed by Vittoria Colonna di Stigliano and executive produced by Julian Lennon. An award-winning screenwriter and film producer, she has a strong focus on international filmmaking. Her expertise led to an invitation from the American Film Institute to co-produce their short film, UBUNTUS WOUNDS. Written and directed by South African Sechaba Morojele, this comment on post-apartheid South Africa won Best Short Film at the prestigious Pan-African Film Fest in LA, and screened at Cannes and Toronto. It was distributed by HBO. Osment was the American Associate of leBrocquy Fraser Productions where she consulted on scripts from 2005-2012. The Dublin-based company produced 2004s Golden Globe-winning OSAMA shot in Afghanistan and winner of the Cannes Junior Palme dOr. She was the American Production Coordinator for the documentary BURMA SOLDIER, distributed by HBO and winner of the 2011 Grand Jury Prize for Best Documentary at the United Nations Association Film Festival. Among other projects, she consulted on THE FORSAKEN LAND by Vimukthi Jayasundara of Sri Lanka which won the Camra dOr at Cannes in 2006. In 1996, Osment wrote, produced and production designed ONE OF THOSE NIGHTS. It won The Diamond Halo Award for Best Feature Film at the Santa Fe Film Festival 1997, screened in Cannes 1998, and was one of the six films chosen annually for Robert DeNiro's Tribeca-Kodak First Look Series, the forerunner to his Tribeca Film Festival. She has been a professional writer since she was thirteen years old, first as a journalist, then as a screenwriter, now focusing on fiction.
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  Death Angel's Shadow
  
  Karl Edward Wagner
  
  Contents
  
  Reflections for the Winter of My Soul
  
  Cold Light
  
  Mirage
  
  And when I turned, no face I saw,
  
  For the shadow was my own,
  
  Death Angel's Shadow.
  
  Reflections for
  
  The Winter of
  
  My Soul
  
  Since it was obvious that the man was  dying, the crowd of watchers had split
  apart, leaving only the curious or those fascinated by the presence of death.
  Certainly no man could live with so ghastly a wound;  the wonder was that the
  mangled servant had survived as long as he had.
  
  Outside, the blizzard gathered howling force with each minute--a fury of white
  crystalline coldness whose blasts penetrated the thick stone walls, raced
  through dark hallways and billowed the heavy tapestries. Its coldness forced
  entrance deep within the castle, into this crowded room where an attentive
  circle of eyes stared down at the thing that gasped futilely in its pool of
  spreading crimson.
  
  He was one of the baron's