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Название книги: Doorsways in the Sand
Автор(ы): Roger Joseph Zelazny
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Doorsways-in-the-Sand-155897.html
Chapter 1
Lying, left hand for a pillow, on the shingled slant of the roof, there in the shade of the gable, staring at the cloud-curdles in afternoon's blue pool, I seemed to see, between blinks, above the campus and myself, an instant piece of sky-writing.
DO YOU SMELL ME DED? I read.
A moment's appraisal and it was gone. I shrugged. I also sniffed at the small breeze that had decided but moments before to pass that way.
"Sorry," I mumbled to the supernatural journalist. "No special stinks."
I yawned then and stretched. I had been dozing, had regarded the tag end of a dream, I supposed. Probably just as well that I could not recall it. I glanced at my watch. It indicated that I was late for my appointment. But then, it could be wrong. In fact, it usually was.
I edged forward into a 45° hunker, my heels still resting against the ice-catching eyelets, my right hand now upon the gable. Five stories below me the Quad was a study in green and
Название книги: Doorsways in the Sand
Автор(ы): Roger Joseph Zelazny
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Doorsways-in-the-Sand-155897.html
Chapter 1
Lying, left hand for a pillow, on the shingled slant of the roof, there in the shade of the gable, staring at the cloud-curdles in afternoon's blue pool, I seemed to see, between blinks, above the campus and myself, an instant piece of sky-writing.
DO YOU SMELL ME DED? I read.
A moment's appraisal and it was gone. I shrugged. I also sniffed at the small breeze that had decided but moments before to pass that way.
"Sorry," I mumbled to the supernatural journalist. "No special stinks."
I yawned then and stretched. I had been dozing, had regarded the tag end of a dream, I supposed. Probably just as well that I could not recall it. I glanced at my watch. It indicated that I was late for my appointment. But then, it could be wrong. In fact, it usually was.
I edged forward into a 45° hunker, my heels still resting against the ice-catching eyelets, my right hand now upon the gable. Five stories below me the Quad was a study in green and
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