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Roger Zelazny. Sign of chaos
Atec Ноябрь 07 2007 02:48:28
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. Overhead, the colors of
the flowers ran together, flowing and tangling like a mass of ribbons in a
bright stream. I tried to control my breathing, to take in as little of the
effluvia as possible. But this was difficult, as winded as I was becoming.
But I did not fall, though I collapsed beside Luke at the center of the
clearing after I'd lowered him to the ground. He remained unconscious, a
peaceful expression on his face. A wind swept our hillock from the direction
of its far side, where nasty-looking, spiked plants of a nonflowering
variety grew. Thus, I no longer smelled the seductive odors of the giant
flower field, and after a time my head began to clear. On the other hand, I
realized that this meant that our own scents were being borne back in the
direction of the cave. Whether the Fire Angel could unmask them within the
heady perfumes, I did not know, but providing it with even that much of an
opportunity made me feel uncomfortable.
Years ago, as an undergraduate, I had tried some LSD. It had scared me
so badly that I'd never tried another hallucinogen since. It wasn't simply a
bad trip. The stuff had affected my shadow-shifting ability. It is kind of a
truism that Amberites can visit any place they can imagine, for everything
is out there, somewhere; in Shadow. By combining our minds with motion we
can tune for the shadow we desire
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