fantasy

As I probed forward with two of the more lethal energies of the spikard the Logrus image intercepted them and turned them off. / „I didn’t save him for you to take him out this easily,“ I said, and just then something like the image of the Pattern but not really the same flashed into existence nearby. / The Sign of the Logrus slid to my left. The new thing-whatever it was-kept pace with it, both of them passing silently through the wall. Almost immedia…

I felt no real change with the disengagement that Ragma told me was taking place. I kept my eyes firmly fixed on Charv, who was going round and round, fiddling with the Rhennius machine, with frequent reference to a manual he carried in his pouch. It was not that I was squeamish. Well, maybe it was. / The incision in my left arm stung a bit but was not especially painful. Ragma had wanted to avoid the introduction of additional chemicals of unknown …

ROGER ZELAZNY is an expatriate Ohioan who now resides on a mountaintop in New Mexico with his wife, Judy; sons Devin and Trent; daughter, Shannon; assorted typewriters, oriental rugs, unanswered letters, and science fiction awards. The awards, which he keeps close on hand in his office-„Never can tell when you might need one in a hurry“-consist of three Hugs, three Nebulas, a Balrog, and the mystical presence of the Prix Apollo. He has had 26 boo…

Po půl hodině se noc začala vzdávat vlády nad horami. Napravo, daleko nad Planinou, explodovalo ráno a roztříštilo oblohu na barvy podzimních stromů. Murdock vytáhl z palubní desky tlakovou láhev s horkou kávou, jakou kdysi používali kosmonauti. / „Same, mám dojem, že jsem něco našla.“ / „Co? Kde?“ / „Před námi, nalevo od toho velkého balvanu, je svah, který končí nějakým otvorem.“ / „Výborně, lásko, jedeme tam. Připrav si rakety.“ / Protáhli se kolem balvanu, …