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Название книги: The Wrong End Of Time
Автор(ы): John Brunner
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Wrong-End-Of-Time-166519.html
Absolute calm, though not absolute stillness. The sea shifted lazily against the sandy beach, its motion indexed not by the white crests of ripples-the water was too oily for waves to break-but by the pale spots of imperishable plastic rubbish.Tangled greenery grew down to within a short distance of the tide-mark.Night. The sky was almost clear of cloud. There was no natural moon, but as though Phobos and Deimos had been transported from Mars-two small man-made moons arced between the stars.Silence. Only branches rustling and the sound of the sea.Less than a mile off-shore, a smear of white obtruded on the glassy water. It could have been due to a partly submerged rock. It was not. It lasted two minutes and disappeared.Something fractionally blacker than the black ocean began to approach the land.A shadow among shadows, Danty Ward crept through the underbrush. He felt his footing at each step so that he did not break the night-quiet; nonetheless he managed to move rather swiftly. He wore a
Название книги: The Wrong End Of Time
Автор(ы): John Brunner
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Wrong-End-Of-Time-166519.html
Absolute calm, though not absolute stillness. The sea shifted lazily against the sandy beach, its motion indexed not by the white crests of ripples-the water was too oily for waves to break-but by the pale spots of imperishable plastic rubbish.Tangled greenery grew down to within a short distance of the tide-mark.Night. The sky was almost clear of cloud. There was no natural moon, but as though Phobos and Deimos had been transported from Mars-two small man-made moons arced between the stars.Silence. Only branches rustling and the sound of the sea.Less than a mile off-shore, a smear of white obtruded on the glassy water. It could have been due to a partly submerged rock. It was not. It lasted two minutes and disappeared.Something fractionally blacker than the black ocean began to approach the land.A shadow among shadows, Danty Ward crept through the underbrush. He felt his footing at each step so that he did not break the night-quiet; nonetheless he managed to move rather swiftly. He wore a
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