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Weatherall's not much of a tourist spot. As space stations go, it's bare-bones: a small population, a lot of machinery, and very limited entertainment possibilities ( Read more... ) -
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Will stepped from his bedroom into the brief flicker of nothingness between Earth and Milliways. And passed through that door into the country beyond the North Wind ( Read more... ) -
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The great stone-walled room the Old Ones have taken over is filled with chairs and lined with beds hastily brought in some weeks ago. Sometimes one or another wanders beyond, of course, to the hallways or the library or the sunlit gardens, but there's little spare energy for that these days. Maintaining the web of complex spells takes enough ( Read more... ) -
Saturday, March 12, 1977
Will sits on the living room floor, back resting against an armchair, petting the Stanton's Welsh collie Raq. Their other dog, Ci, looks hopefully up at Bran, sprawled on the couch; he reaches out to rub the dog's ears absently ( Read more... ) -
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Will sits on the floor, leaning back against one leg of his bed, arms folded on bent knees. His right hand is clasped loosely about his left wrist, and his thumb runs absently over his sign-scar, through the sweater ( Read more... ) -
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*A week and more of uneasy nightmare-ridden sleep is not completely erased by a single night, but it can do a fair amount when the power of Morpheus is behind it. Will wakes only reluctantly to a shrieking alarm clock, but when he rises he feels more alert than he has in days ( Read more... ) -
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As soon as Will steps into his room, the exhaustion comes crashing down on him, and he sways where he stands. In the bar, he had been buoyed by giddy relief and the remnants of far too much adrenaline, and by the sheer willpower of needing to be alert. Now that drains away, and he is left with a deep quiet joy that does nothing to combat the ( Read more... ) -
Another nightmare
He lies on a long wooden table, calm and motionless, and yet he is also floating above, watching himself. It is a dream; there is no sense of strangeness in this. His body is sliced open, with surgical cleanness and no pain, no mess. Simon Drew is there, in scrubs and mask like a doctor, pointing out parts to the watching attendents. He cannot ( Read more... )