The Charles de Lint story about what happens when a fiddle player meets the Devil at a metaphysical crossroads is more interesting for what doesn't happen than for what does. I enjoyed that quite a bit. A huffy Satan calling someone else a liar is just cute somehow.
The story of a mother trapped in her life and solving that trapped feeling by abandoning her toddler at a rest stop hurt.
The story about an 11-year-old girl who is trapped by normalcy in Walnut Creek and "marries" a poi-spinning wizard could have had a horrible ending. The last sentence really turned it around for me, and left me smiling with her.
