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Roger Zelazny. Sign of chaos
Atec Ноябрь 07 2007 02:48:28
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Oddly, there was no background whatever. Just blackness. I felt Nayda's
hand upon my shoulder.
"Are you all right?" I asked.
"Yes. . . . It's dark here," she said. "Very dark."
Of course. One cannot manipulate Shadow in the absence of light. Or
even see to use a Trump.
"That's where the Pattern sent you?" I asked.
"No," she answered.
"Take my hand," I said. "You can tell me about it afterward.".
I extended my hand and she reached toward it.
"They-" she began.
And with a stinging flash the contact was broken. I felt Nayda stiffen
beside me.
"What happened?" she asked.
"I don't know. We were suddenly blocked. I can't tell what forces were
involved."
"What are you going to do?"
"Try again in a little bit," I said. "If it were a reaction thing,
resistance will probably be high just now, and it may ease up later. At
least she says she's all right."
I withdrew the packet of Trumps I normally carry, shufflied out Luke's.
Now seemed as good a time as any to see how he was faring. Nayda glanced at
the card and smiled.
"I thought you just saw him a little while ago," she said.
"A lot can happen in a little while."
"I'm certain a lot has happened."
"You think you know something about what's going on with him?" I asked.
"Yes. I do."
I raised the Trump. "What?" I said
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