SF Writers To Notice

from Bruce Sterling's blog:

European Science Fiction Writers You Probably Ought to Take Seriously

Joelle Wintrebert
http://sf.emse.fr/AUTHORS/JWINTREBERT/jw.html

Ayerdahl
http://www.pochesf.com/index.php?page=auteur&auteur=2298

Jean Claude Dunyach
http://www.blackcoatpress.com/dunyach.htm

Jean-Marc Ligny
http://home.nordnet.fr/~aleyssens/auteur/ligny.htm

Maurice Dantec
http://sf.emse.fr/AUTHORS/MDANTEC/md.html

Roland C. Wagner
http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roland_Charles_Wagner

Jean-Jacques Girardot
http://sf.emse.fr/AUTHORS/JJGIRARDOT/jjg.html

Marcus Hammerschmidt
http://www.cityinfonetz.de/homepages/hammerschmitt/high.html

Myra Cakan
http://www.dardariee.de/html/index.html

H. H. Loyche (or Loeyche)
http://www.litteratursiden.dk/sw3377.asp

Jon Bing
http://no.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jon_Bing

Valerio Evangelisti
http://www.eymerich.com/Bibliografia.htm

Luca Masali
http://www.masali.com/

Zoran Zivkovic
http://www.zoranzivkovic.com/

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