"Edmond Hamilton - Exile" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hamilton Edmond)

тАЬWhat did you do there? What was your position, I mean?тАЭ Brazell asked.
Carrick shrugged. тАЬI donтАЩt know the crafts or skills of that world IтАЩd brought into being. I had only my own skill тАУ
that of story telling.тАЭ
I began to grin. тАЬYou donтАЩt mean to say that you started writing fantastic stories?тАЭ
He nodded soberly. тАЬI had to. It was all I could do. I wrote stories about my own real world. To those other
people my tales were wild imagination тАУ and they liked them.тАЭ
We chuckled. But Carrick was deadly serious.
Madison humoured him to the end. тАЬAnd how did you finally get back home from that other world youтАЩd
created?тАЭ
тАЬI never did get back home,тАЭ Carrick said with a heavy sigh.
тАЬOh, come now,тАЭ Madison protested lightly. тАЬItтАЩs obvious that you got back some time.тАЭ
Carrick shook his head sombrely as he rose to leave.
тАЬNo, I never got back home,тАЭ he said soberly. тАЬIтАЩm still here.тАЭ