Аннотация
Roger Zelazny
This Immortal
AUTHOR'S DEDICATION:
To Ben Jason
"YOU ARE A KALLIKANZAROS," SHE ANNOUNCED SUDDENLY.
I turned onto my left side and smiled through the darkness.
"I left my hooves and my horns at the Office."
"You've heard the story!"
"The name is 'Nomikos.'"
I reached for her, found her.
"Are you going to destroy the world this time around?"
I laughed and drew her to me.
"I'll think about it. If that's the way the Earth crumbles-"
"You know that children born here on Christmas are of the kallikanzaroi blood," she said, "and you once told me that your birthday-"
"All right!"
It had struck me that she was only half-joking. Knowing some of the things one occasionally meets in the Old Places, the Hot Places, you can almost believe in myths without extra effort-such as the story of those Pan-like sprites who gather together every spring to spend ten days sawing at the Tree of the World, ...
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