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1987, Legend, pbk In stock, vgc, click to buy for £3.50, not including post and packing Alternative online retailers to try: Click here to access our prebuilt search for this title on Alibris Click here to access our prebuilt search for this title on Biblio |
Storyline: 'Above our plante hangs a hollow Stone, vast as the imagination of Man...Tardislike, the inner dimensions are at odds with the outer; pyramid-like, there are chambers to be breached, some containing deserted cities; one chamber goes on forever...'. But the stone is not an alien structure. It comes from the past/future of our humanity. Tombstone or milestone, the war that breaks out on the Earth beneath its presence seems to bear witness to its prowess as oracle. Extract: "Farley brought the vehicle to a halt and Patricia descended from the cab to stand on the roadway. Then she clambered up a ladder to a platform on top of the cab and looked down the straight line of the road. The road went to its own vanishing point - no cap, no barrier. Above, the rest of the landscape did much the same. |
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1989, Victor Gollancz, pbk In stock, click to buy for £2.85, not including post and packing Alternative online retailers to try: Click here to access our prebuilt search for this title on Alibris Click here to access our prebuilt search for this title on Biblio |
Story: Across decades of flight, I became many people. I was no longer Pavel Mirsky, but a citizen of a new world, adapting to its unlikely environment. I watched the humans who came with me evolve, as I did, or fade away. The journey lasted, from our point of view, centuries. Time is a variable thing; flexible, but ever present, warped and twisted into some barely recognizable form or another. If all my time were stretched out in a straight line, I might have lived ten thousand years, by your scale... .We had long since passed beyond the point in the Way where the last moments of this universe might have been accessed. Had we opened a gate there, we might have witnessed the death of all we had ever known. And still we fled. I had defected from my own universe. The Way grew broader around us. We studied this increase and foresaw what awaited us. A vast blister of space-time, capping, but not ending the Way, finite but unbounded. We had entered the egg of a new universe |
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