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Название книги: The Ancient Shadows
Автор(ы): Michael Moorcock
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Ancient-Shadows-148763.html
In ancient shadows and twilights Where childhood had stray'd , The world's great sorrows were born And its heroes were made . In the lost boyhood of Judas Christ was betray'd . G. W. Russell"Germinal"
1. A Stranger to the End of Time
Upon the shore of a glowing chemical lake, peering through a visor of clouded Perspex, a stranger stood, her dark features showing profound awe and some disapproval, while behind her there rustled and gibbered a city, half-organic in its decadence, palpitating with obscure colours, poisonous and powerful. And overhead, in the sallow sky, a small old sun spread withered light, parsimonious heat, across the planet's dissolute topography. "Thus it ends," murmured the stranger. She added, a little self-consciously, "What pathetic monuments to mankind's Senility!" As if for reassurance, she pressed a gloved hand to the surface of her time machine, which was unadorned and boxlike, smooth and spare, according to the fashions of her own age. Lifting apparently of its
Название книги: The Ancient Shadows
Автор(ы): Michael Moorcock
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Ancient-Shadows-148763.html
In ancient shadows and twilights Where childhood had stray'd , The world's great sorrows were born And its heroes were made . In the lost boyhood of Judas Christ was betray'd . G. W. Russell"Germinal"
1. A Stranger to the End of Time
Upon the shore of a glowing chemical lake, peering through a visor of clouded Perspex, a stranger stood, her dark features showing profound awe and some disapproval, while behind her there rustled and gibbered a city, half-organic in its decadence, palpitating with obscure colours, poisonous and powerful. And overhead, in the sallow sky, a small old sun spread withered light, parsimonious heat, across the planet's dissolute topography. "Thus it ends," murmured the stranger. She added, a little self-consciously, "What pathetic monuments to mankind's Senility!" As if for reassurance, she pressed a gloved hand to the surface of her time machine, which was unadorned and boxlike, smooth and spare, according to the fashions of her own age. Lifting apparently of its
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