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Название книги: The Chronoliths
Автор(ы): Robert Wilson
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Chronoliths-167040.html
PART ONETHE COMING OF THE CHRONOLITHS
One
It was Hitch Paley, rolling his beat-up Daimler motorbike across the packed sand of the beach behind the Haat Thai Dance Pavilion, who invited me to witness the end of an age. Mine, and the world’s. But I don’t blame Hitch.Nothing is coincidental. I know that now.He was grinning as he approached, generally a bad omen with Hitch. He wore the American-in-Thailand uniform of that last good summer, army shorts and John the Baptist sandals, oversized khaki T-shirt and a flowered spandex headband. He was a big man, an ex-Marine gone native, bearded and developing a paunch. He looked formidable despite his clothes, and worse, he looked mischievous.I knew for a fact that Hitch had spent the night in the party tent, eating the hash-laced spice cookies a German diplomatic-corps functionary had given him and feeding the same to her, until she went out with him at high tide to better appreciate the moonlight on the water. He shouldn’t have been awake at this hour, much l
Название книги: The Chronoliths
Автор(ы): Robert Wilson
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Chronoliths-167040.html
PART ONETHE COMING OF THE CHRONOLITHS
One
It was Hitch Paley, rolling his beat-up Daimler motorbike across the packed sand of the beach behind the Haat Thai Dance Pavilion, who invited me to witness the end of an age. Mine, and the world’s. But I don’t blame Hitch.Nothing is coincidental. I know that now.He was grinning as he approached, generally a bad omen with Hitch. He wore the American-in-Thailand uniform of that last good summer, army shorts and John the Baptist sandals, oversized khaki T-shirt and a flowered spandex headband. He was a big man, an ex-Marine gone native, bearded and developing a paunch. He looked formidable despite his clothes, and worse, he looked mischievous.I knew for a fact that Hitch had spent the night in the party tent, eating the hash-laced spice cookies a German diplomatic-corps functionary had given him and feeding the same to her, until she went out with him at high tide to better appreciate the moonlight on the water. He shouldn’t have been awake at this hour, much l
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