"Sharon Green - Ram Song" - читать интересную книгу автора (Green Sharon)

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Prologue
The creatures stood at the far reaches of time without knowing
that they did this. They stood at the jar reaches of time and felt
the universe shudder like a live thing at the approach of another.
Impingement...
The breach in space-time was minute. The rift sealed instantly.
The captured wave of energy from the alien universe was no more
than a ripple growing from an infinitesimal point.
The creatures turned anxious, slanting eyes toward the instruments
of their starship and saw the wave echoed there.
The wave was a stormtide.
Cataclysm...
A tag-end of the universe turned in upon itself. Flesh pulsed into
energy. A billion thoughts spilled free to swirl like flotsam on
an alien tide rushing backward in time.
Chapter 1
The Ram sang in the night of space. As she circled the blue-green
world beneath her hull, she sang of another place and another
time.
She spoke to the stars and the lonely reaches between them,
telling of her origins in metaphors of light, mapping her genesis
with whispered infrasound and ancient cadences.
And as the starship sang, she listened as she had for ten thousand
years for the answer that had never come. Instruments catching the
subtle rhythm of the stars probed and analyzed, storing data
within the Ram's vast memory. Yet there were minute changes that
the ship could not detect. Not until the fabric of space and time
began to warp.
Within the shell of the Ram the lights on the wide control console
flashed a warning.
The man spoke to the heart of the ship. Again the warning. His
eyes met the woman's next to him. "He'll have to be called."
She looked away. "I don't like to."


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Acknowledgments

"What choice do we have now?"
"I don't like to." She turned from him and a thousand tiny
crystals on her cap danced around her ears with the motion. "He's
on retreat," she added needlessly.
The man raised an eyebrow. "I know that."
She had no choice, not really, but still she hesitated. Foolishly,
she told herself, yet a part of her
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