Аннотация
Roger Zelazny
The Hand Of Oberon
Chapter 1
A bright flash of insight, to match that peculiar sun...
There it was... . Displayed within that light, a thing I had only seen self-illuminated in darkness up until then: the Pattern, the great Pattern of Amber cast upon an oval shelf beneath/above a strange sky-sea.
... And I knew, perhaps by that within me which bound us, that this had to be the real one. Which meant that the Pattern in Amber was but its first shadow. Which meant-
Which meant that Amber itself was not carried over into places beyond the realm of Amber, Rebma, and Tir-na Nog'th. Meaning, then, that this place to which we had come was, by the law of precedence and configuration, the real Amber.
I turned to a smiling Ganelon, his beard and wild hair molten in the merciless light.
"How did you know?" I asked him.
"You know I am a very good guesser, Corwin," he replied, "and I recall everything you ever told me about how t...
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