These dark stories of fantasy, magic, and the supernatural, by eleven prizewinning authors, are linked by a secret, forbidden market which opens at midnight, closes before sunrise, and appears for one week . . . but never in the same venue each night, and never again in the same city. To enter you must be Invited.Tonight the Bazaar opens in a parking garage beneath Manhattan. In this huge subterranean fair the stories' various characters will seek love, hope, excitement, even death . . . or sometimes just a second chance. They roam narrow, crowded aisles full of costumes, alchemical treatments, palmistry, Tarot and tea leaf-reading, and water-, glass-, and crystal-gazing, medical curiosities and strange instruments, erotic favors, time travel, and body alterations. Along the way they'll encounter jongleurs, dealers in folk magic, freaks, charlatans, mountebanks, faeries, prostitutes, and acrobats. The scents of opium, perfume, tobacco, greasepaint, incense, plastic explosive, alcohol, and sex permeate the air.The Bazaar sells that which cannot be had elsewhere. Everything you've read about but thought had passed away, or never existed at all. How wrong you were! But be warned: Each fantastic object or service comes with a gift, a curse, or a haunting. . . .

These dark stories of fantasy, magic, and the supernatural, by eleven prizewinning authors, are linked by a secret, forbidden market which opens at midnight, closes before sunrise, and appears for one week . . . but never in the same venue each night, and never again in the same city. To enter you must be Invited.Tonight the Bazaar opens in a parking garage beneath Manhattan. In this huge subterranean fair the stories' various characters will seek love, hope, excitement, even death . . . or sometimes just a second chance. They roam narrow, crowded aisles full of costumes, alchemical treatments, palmistry, Tarot and tea leaf-reading, and water-, glass-, and crystal-gazing, medical curiosities and strange instruments, erotic favors, time travel, and body alterations. Along the way they'll encounter jongleurs, dealers in folk magic, freaks, charlatans, mountebanks, faeries, prostitutes, and acrobats. The scents of opium, perfume, tobacco, greasepaint, incense, plastic explosive, alcohol, and sex permeate the air.The Bazaar sells that which cannot be had elsewhere. Everything you've read about but thought had passed away, or never existed at all. How wrong you were! But be warned: Each fantastic object or service comes with a gift, a curse, or a haunting. . . .

These dark stories of fantasy, magic, and the supernatural, by eleven prizewinning authors, are linked by a secret, forbidden market which opens at midnight, closes before sunrise, and appears for one week . . . but never in the same venue each night, and never again in the same city. To enter you must be Invited.Tonight the Bazaar opens in a parking garage beneath Manhattan. In this huge subterranean fair the stories' various characters will seek love, hope, excitement, even death . . . or sometimes just a second chance. They roam narrow, crowded aisles full of costumes, alchemical treatments, palmistry, Tarot and tea leaf-reading, and water-, glass-, and crystal-gazing, medical curiosities and strange instruments, erotic favors, time travel, and body alterations. Along the way they'll encounter jongleurs, dealers in folk magic, freaks, charlatans, mountebanks, faeries, prostitutes, and acrobats. The scents of opium, perfume, tobacco, greasepaint, incense, plastic explosive, alcohol, and sex permeate the air.The Bazaar sells that which cannot be had elsewhere. Everything you've read about but thought had passed away, or never existed at all. How wrong you were! But be warned: Each fantastic object or service comes with a gift, a curse, or a haunting. . . .