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Roger Zelazny. Sign of chaos
Atec Ноябрь 07 2007 02:48:28
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. So, among ourselves, these
things tend to cancel out to some degree. Therefore, one must go about such
matters just right if one is to attend to them at all. . . .
I brought my fist up off the floor with everything I had behind it, and
I caught Lake on the side of the jaw with a blow that lifted him above the
ground as it turned him and sent him sprawling across a table which
collapsed, to continue sliding backward the length of the entire serving
area where he finally came to a crumpled halt at the feet of the quiet
Victorian-looking gentleman-who had dropped his paintbrush and stepped away
quickly when Luke came skidding toward him. I raised my tankard with my left
hand and poured its contents over my right fist, which felt as if I had just
driven it against a mountainside. As I did this the lights grew dim and
there was a moment of utter silence.
Then I slammed the mug back onto the bartop. The entire place chose
that moment in which to shudder, as if from an earth tremor. Two bottles
fell from a shelf; a lamp swayed, the burbling grew fainter. I glanced to my
left and saw that the eerie shadow of the Jabberwock had retreated somewhat
within the tulgey wood. Not only that, the painted section of the prospect
now extended a good deal farther into what had seemed normal space, and it
looked to be continuing its advance in that direction, freezing that corner
of the world into flat immobility
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