Midnight at the Well of Souls (Well World Saga: Volume 1)
Jack L. Chalker
Language: English
Pages: 358
ISBN: 1612421792
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Welcome to the Well World: a construct of an ancient defunct race known as the Markovians. The Well World acts both as the controller of and the gateway to 1560 worlds created by the Markovians at the end of their time. *** Nathan Brazil is a starship captain carrying passengers and cargo from planet to planet. Answering a distress call, he (with others) is suddenly transported to the Well World by a hidden gate. *** There Nathan Brazil must stop mysterious forces from taking control of the Well World, and through the Well World, the universe. But to do so, he must deal with bizarre transformations which have changed people into centaurs, mermaids and giant insects. In this strange land, inhabited by these strange transformed creatures, who are his friends, and who are his enemies? And what of his own memories, which seem to have been deeply suppressed? *** Midnight at the Well of Souls is the first book set in the Well World universe.
Die Zeitpolizei (Perry Rhodan Silberbände, Band 36; M 87, Band 4)
Leviathan (The Lost Fleet: Beyond the Frontier, Book 5)
Wächter des Archivs (Perry Rhodan Neo, Band 69; Epetran, Band 9)
Crests Opfergang (Perry Rhodan Neo, Band 98; Kampfzone Erde, Band 14)
A Quantum Murder (Greg Mandel, Book 2)
authority. "But he still is happy everything has turned out right." They all whirled. In the near-darkness, it was hard for any of them to see properly, but the creature looked for all the world like a meter-tall dinosaur, dark green skin and flat head, standing upright on large hind legs, while holding a curved pipe in a stubby hand. He also appeared to be wearing an old-fashioned formal jacket. The creature puffed on the pipe, the coals glowing in the dark. "I say," it said pleasantly, "do
fortress. They slowed, and came to a halt near two towers with a wide gate between. A number of Ghlmonese stood around; others were busy going to or from unknown places. An officious-looking dinosaur, in ornate red livery, came up to them. "You are the alien party from Orgondo?" he asked gruffly. "They are," their driver replied. "All yours and welcome. I have to see to my sharks. They've had a tough journey." "Which of you is Mr. Brazil?" the official inquired. "I am," Brazil replied. The
She tried to focus, but everything was blurry for a few moments. Finally, vision cleared enough for her to see who each was, particularly the one non-Dillian in the crowd. "Brazil!" she managed, then choked. Someone forced a little water down her throat. It tasted sour. She coughed. "She knows you!" Yomax yelled, excited. "She remembers things agin!" She shut her eyes tightly. She did remember—everything. A spasm shook her, and she vomited the water. "Yomax! Jol!" she heard the Healer's voice
interfere with eating or breathing. But if we could attach a small plastic diaphragm and match the electrical impulses from your brain to wires leading to it, we might have an external voice box. Not great, of course, but you could be understood—with full translator function. I'll tell the labs. It's a simple operation, and if they can come up with anything, we might be able to do it tomorrow or the next day." "sooner the better," he scratched, and started to leave to find Bat and Wuju. "Just a
prefer to remain in the background, don't you, my dear?" She answered in a voice that almost cracked from disuse, in a thin voice that held no more tonal inflection than Vardia's. "I do prefer to remain in the background," she said dully, like a machine. A recording machine at that—for there seemed no comprehension in that face. "Sorry!" Brazil told her apologetically, turning palms up in a gesture of resignation. Funny, he thought to himself. The one who looks like a robot is conversational
