"Terry Dowling - Flashmen" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dowling Terry) Flashmen
TERRY DOWLING Terry Dowling continues to be one of AustraliaтАЩs most awarded, versatile and internationally acclaimed writers of science fiction, fantasy and horror. He is author of Rynosseros, Blue Tyson and Twilight Beach (the Tom Rynosseros saga), Wormwood, The Man Who Lost Red, An Intimate Knowledge of the Night, Antique Futures: The Best of Terry Dowling and Blackwater Days, and of the computer adventures Schizm: Mysterious Journey, Schizm II: Chameleon and Sentinel: Descendants in Time. He is also editor of Mortal Fire: Best Australian SF and The Essential Ellison. DowlingтАЩs stories have appeared in The YearтАЩs Best Science Fiction, The YearтАЩs Best SF, The YearтАЩs Best Fantasy, The Best New Horror and The YearтАЩs Best Fantasy and Horror, as well as anthologies as diverse as Dreaming Down Under, Centaurus, Gathering the Bones and The Dark. He is a communications instructor, a musician and songwriter, and has been genre reviewer for The Weekend Australian for the past sixteen years. тАЬFlashmenтАЩ was inspired by what is commonly known as a mondegreen - the mishearing of a line in a song lyric. It concerns one of TerryтАЩs favourite themes: the depiction of the truly alien. **** S am was sitting over a pot of BoagтАЩs and a Number 9 at the New Automatic on the banks of the Yarra, watching the old riverside fire sculptures - the тАШpigeon toastersтАЩ - sending gouts of flame into the night sky. That was how Walt Senny and Sunny Jim found him, staring out at the sheets of plasma tearing the dark. Dangerous and wonderful friends to have, Walt and Sunny, and a dangerous and wonderful place to be, given what Melbourne had become - been forced to become. All the coastal axis cities. тАЬSam,тАЭ Walt Senny said, just like in the old days, as if grudging the word. He wore his long flashman coat, a genuine Singer flare, and had little hooks of colour on his cheeks. They were called divas after famous women singers and each one was a death. Knowing Walt, each one was a ten-count. Sam returned the greeting. тАЬWalt.тАЭ тАЬSam,тАЭ Sunny Jim said, looking splendid as usual in his dapper Rock fall crisis suit. |
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