Shrine of Stars (Confluence, Book 3)
Paul J. McAuley
Language: English
Pages: 250
ISBN: 0380792982
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Who would lay time to rest, or raise it up from its tomb?
The Ancients of Days--humans returned from a long exile in the depths of time and space and history--brought heresy and doubt to the artificial world of Confluence, and ignited a terrible civil war.
Of all the varied creatures of Confluence's ten thousand genetically manipulated bloodlines, only young Yama holds the power to end the conflict, for who ever controls him controls the myriad machines of the world. Though now a helpless captive being forged into a weapon of horrific consequence, Yama must win the struggle to reclaim his soul, and complete his search for the true story of his origin--a story mapped eons before his birth.
Callibsos Fährte (Perry Rhodan Neo, Band 83; Protektorat Erde, Band 11)
Atlan (Perry Rhodan Silberbände, Band 7; Atlan und Arkon, Band 1)
La Chute d'Hypérion 2 (Les Cantos d'Hypérion, Livre 2)
Die Cyber-Brutzellen (Perry Rhodan Silberbände, Band 120; Die Kosmische Hanse, Band 2)
Sternenkinder (Perry Rhodan Neo, Band 86; Kampfzone Erde, Band 2)
injection which Dr. Dismas had given him several hours before. Now, at an unseen signal, three of the servants stepped forward and tenderly lifted him from the bed and carried him to a canopied throne, propping him up amongst satin cushions. Dr. Dismas turned Yama’s bare arm over, stroked a vein in the crook of his elbow until it plumped up, a river of blue blood under pale skin, then with a swift underhand motion stabbed the hypodermic needle home. Yama blacked out for a moment, and then was
left arm hurt badly; Tibor had stripped the quasi-living dressing from the stump, leaving only a light bandage. He followed the hierodule without question, and presently found himself amongst the ruins of the city’s sacred wood. The circle of giant sequoias, said to have been as old as the world, had been cut down, and decads of men were sawing planks from their carcasses by the light of huge bonfires, but the shrine was still there. It was a black disc ten times Pandaras’s height, standing at
searched Pandaras’s face. “You are a coward, like all your race, small-souled and small-brained. Only a few chosen bloodlines will inherit this world when this war is done. Others will serve, or perish.” Then bolts from Dr. Dismas’s energy pistol struck the leading edge of the rock, and chunks of white-hot stone flew up. Most splashed into the lake, sending up spouts of steam and hot water, but one fragment tumbled amongst a stand of pines, which immediately burst into flame. Prefect Corin
crueler than Tuan Ali.” “I am going where you cannot find me,” Yama said, and turned away and led the remaining forest folk into the forest. Chapter Fifteen THREE SLEEPS AND A MIRACLE PANDARAS AND YOI Sendar, leading the rest of the forest folk, found Yama soon after dawn. It was already hot. Threads of mist hung between the dense stands of bamboo which grew along the edge of the forest. Pandaras told Yama that he had set fire to the treasures which the Mighty People had kept in their huts,
uniform. They wear black masks with long snouts and round eyeholes of glass backed with gold. Their mounts are masked too. But I recognize the man at their head. It is Enobarbus. She has sent him after me. Things are coming together at last. Things are coming to a conclusion.” Pandaras said nervously, “Is there any sign of the Prefect?” “He . . . no, not yet. But I left sign enough for him to find us.” “Then maybe he’s dead,” Pandaras said, although he did not believe it. They had little food
