"Bova, Ben - Orion 07 - Vengeance of Orion" - читать интересную книгу автора (Bova Ben)

Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46

Epilogue
Afterward






The great invasions which destroyed late Bronze Age civilization came from two
directions. From the northwest a variety of tribes, called by the Egyptians the
"sea peoples," began raiding the eastern coasts of the Mediterranean... [by]
1200 B.C. the Hittite empire was destroyed.... While these invasions from the
northwest swept over Greece, Asia Minor, and the Mediterranean coasts, other
hordes of invaders came from the southeast, from the fringes of the Arabian
desert... The movement began early: the Israelites were already in Palestine
before 1220 B.C
ЧThe Columbia History of the World, 1972

Prologue
I am not superhuman. I do have abilities that are far beyond those of any normal
man's, but I am just as human and mortal as anyone of Earth.
Yet I am a solitary man. My life has been spent alone, my mind clouded with
strange dreams and, when I am awake, half memories of other lives, other
existences that are so fantastic that they can only be the compensations of a
lonely, withdrawn subconscious mind.
As I did almost every day, I took my lunch hour late in the afternoon and made
my way from my office to the same small restaurant in which I always ate. Alone.
I sat at my usual table, toying with my food and thinking about how much of my
life is spent in solitude.
I happened to look up toward the front entrance of the restaurant when she came
inЧstunningly beautiful, tall and graceful, hair the color of midnight and
lustrous gray eyes that held all of eternity in them.
"Anya," I breathed to myself, even though I had no idea who she was. Yet
something within me leaped with joy, as if I had known her from ages ago.
She seemed to know me as well. Smiling, she made her way directly to my table. I
got up from my chair, feeling elated and confused at the same time.
"Orion." She extended her hand.
I took it in mine and bent to kiss it. Then I held a chair for her to sit. The
waiter came over and she asked for a glass of red wine. It trundled off to the
bar.
"I feel as if I've known you all my life," I said to her.
"For many lifetimes," she said, her voice soft and melodious as a warm summer
breeze. "Don't you remember?"