By Lawrence Miles
A physician Who novel set on an island within the East Indies, the place alien forces are accumulating in a misplaced urban buried deep within the middle of the rain woodland, wanting to gather what can be the deadliest weapon in construction. The physician and Sam stroll into the center of the strangest public sale in historical past.
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The rest had been invented by some idiot in Central’s Training Division. The first sign of insanity, her superiors had chuckled, was when you read the book and believed every word of it. Oh, and you weren’t really supposed to eat it, either. Somebody spoke. Bregman panicked. ’ she said. She turned, checked the corridor, saw nothing. Somebody spoke again. Too quietly to make out the words, though. Come to think of it, there might not have been any words. Or even any noises. No noises. Bregman tried to get a grip on what she was thinking.
Professor? ’ Cogan practically jumped as he became the centre of attention. He addressed the other three, not Tchike himself. ‘Ahh... well. The Colonel was supplied with, ah, with both general and specific monitoring equipment, in addition to the camera. The readings were, were, were passed to me by the General a few days ago. I’ve had my people take a look at them. A good took. ’ Tchike prompted. Cogan was young for a man in his position, not much over thirty; with big stupid blue eyes and a floppy blond fringe, but he seemed to be practising to be an old English eccentric already.
Confidentially. ’ ‘That’s not exactly, y’know, regular,’ said Mr Qixotl. ‘I know,’ said Trask. There were a lot of guest rooms in the ziggurat. More, in fact, than would ever be needed. The lowest level was a veritable labyrinth of corridors, peppered with pseudo-stone chambers full of warm air and torchlight. There was absolutely no need for any more rooms to be added. Nevertheless, a new doorway spontaneously appeared in the wall of one of the side-passages, materialising with an ugly grating sound which – according to one popular mythology, at least – was the sound of Time itself groaning in agony.