Farmer, Philip José (Jose) / Фармер, Филип Хосе - Собрание сочинений (135 произведений) [1953-2021, fb2/epub/pdf, ENG]

The Green Odyssey / Одиссея Грина 1957, fb2/epub Flesh / Плоть 2013, epub, eISBN: 978-1-78116-303-0, Titan Books Fire and the Night 1962, fb2 Inside Outside / Мир наизнанку (= Внутри и снаружи; Шиворот-навыворот) 1979, fb2, ISBN: 0-425-04041-0, Berkley Books Tongues of the Moon 1970, fb2, Pyramid Books Dare / Дейра 1979, fb2, ISBN: 0-425-03953-6, Berkley Books The Gate of Time (= Two Hawks from Earth) / Врата времени 1974, fb2, ISBN: 0-7043-1171-2, Quartet Books Two Hawks from Earth (= The Gate of Time) / Врата времени 2021, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-1-5040-6711-9, Open Road Integrated Media Lord Tyger / Властитель Тигр 2012, epub, eISBN: 978-0-85768-969-6, Titan Books Love Song / Любовная песня 1970, epub, Brandon House The Stone God Awakens / Пробуждение каменного Бога 1970, epub; 1979, fb2, ISBN: 0-441-78653-7, Ace The Wind Whales of Ishmael / Небесные киты Измаила 1971, fb2; 2013, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-1-78116-298-9, Titan Books The Other Log of Phileas Fogg 1973, fb2; 2012, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-0-85768-967-2, Titan Books Venus on the Half-Shell / Венера на раковине 2013, fb2/epub, eISBN: 978-1-78116-307-8, Titan Books Jesus on Mars / Иисус на Марсе 1982, fb2, ISBN: 0-586-05308-5, Panther / Granada Dark Is the Sun / Темное солнце 1979, fb2 The Unreasoning Mask / Бессмысленная маска (= Нерассуждающая маска) 2007, fb2, ISBN: 978-1-58567-715-3, The Overlook Press; 2007, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-1-4683-0226-4, The Overlook Press A Barnstormer in Oz / Лицедей в стране Оз (= Паршивый актер из Страны Оз) 1982, fb2 Escape from Loki 1991, fb2 The Caterpillar's Question / Проблема с гусеницами 1992, fb2, ISBN: 0-441-09488-0, Ace (соавтор: Piers Anthony) Nothing Burns in Hell 1999, epub, ISBN: 0-812-56495-2, Tor Naked Came the Farmer 1998, fb2, ISBN: 0-9624613-7-7, Mayfly Productions The Evil in Pemberley House 2015, epub (retail), ISBN: не указан, Meteor House (with Win Scott Eckert)

Strange Relations / Странные родичи 2006, fb2, ISBN: 978-1-4165-0934-9, Baen The Celestial Blueprint and Other Stories 1962, fb2 Down in the Black Gang and Other Stories 1971, epub, ISBN: 0-451-04805-9, Signet The Book of Philip Jose Farmer / Книга Филипа Хозе Фармера 1982, fb2, ISBN: 0-425-05298-2, Berkley Books Riverworld and Other Stories / Мир Реки и другие истории 2017, epub, ISBN: 978-1-5040-4609-1, Open Road Integrated Media The Cache 1981, epub, ISBN: 0-523-48511-5, Tor / Pinnacle (Jim Baen Presents) The Purple Book 1982, epub, ISBN: 0-523-48529-8, Tor Greatheart Silver 2013, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-0-575-11992-5, Gateway / Orion The Classic Philip Jose Farmer, 1952-1964 1984, fb2, ISBN: 0-517-55193-4, Crown Publishers Riders of the Purple Wage 1992, epub, ISBN: 0-812-51905-1, Tor The Lovers / Dark Is the Sun / Riders of the Purple Wage 2017, epub, ISBN: 978-1-5040-4606-0, Open Road Integrated Media

The Biological Revolt 1953, fb2 The Tin Woodman Slams the Door 1954, fb2 A Bowl Bigger Than Earth / Чаша больше, чем Земля 1967, fb2

1

His wife had held him in her arms as if she could keep death away from him. He had cried out, "My God, I am a dead man!" The door to the room had opened, and he had seen a giant, black, one-humped camel outside and had heard the tinkle of the bells on its harness as the hot desert wind touched them. Then a huge black face topped by a great black-turban had appeared in the doorway. The black eunuch had come in through the door, moving like a cloud, with a gigantic scimitar in his hand. Death, the Destroyer of Delights and the Sunderer of Society, had arrived at last. Blackness. Nothingness. He did not even know that his heart had given out forever. Nothingness. Then his eyes opened. His heart was beating strongly. He was strong, very strong! All the pain of the gout in his feet, the agony in his liver, the torture in his heart, all were gone. It was so quiet he could hear the blood moving in his head. He was alone in a world of soundlessness. A bright light of equal intensity was everywhere. He could see, yet he did not understand what he was seeing. What were these things above, beside, below him? Where was he? He tried to sit up and felt, numbly, a panic. There was nothing to sit up upon because he was hanging in nothingness. The attempt sent him forward and over, very slowly, as if he were in a bath of thin treacle. A foot from his fingertips was a rod of bright red metal. The rod came from above, from infinity, — and went on down to infinity. He tried to grasp it because it was the nearest solid object, but something invisible was resisting him. It was as if lines of some force were pushing against him, repelling him. Slowly, he turned over in a somersault. Then the resistance halted him with his fingertips about six inches from the rod. He straightened his body out and moved forward a fraction of an inch. At the same time, his body began to rotate on its longitudinal axis. He sucked in sir with aloud sawing noise. Though he knew no hold existed for him, he could not help flailing his arms in panic to try to seize onto something. He was face "down", (or was it up?) Whatever the direction, it was opposite to that toward which he had been looking when he had awakened. Not that this mattered. "Above" him and "below" him the view was the same. He was suspended in space, kept from falling by an invisible and unfelt cocoon. Six feet "below" him was the body of a woman with a very pale skin. She was naked and completely hairless. She seemed to be asleep: Her eyes were closed, and her breasts rose and fell gently. Her legs were together and straight out and her arms were by her side. She turned slowly like a chicken on a spit. The same force that was rotating her was also rotating him. He spun slowly away from her, saw other naked and hairless bodies, men, women, and children, opposite him in silent spinning rows. Above him was the rotating naked and hairless body of a Negro. He lowered his head so that he could see along his own body. He was naked and hairless, too. His skin was smooth, and the muscles of his belly were ridged, and his thighs were packed with strong young muscles. The veins that had stood out like blue mole-ridges were gone. He no longer had the body of the enfeebled and sick sixty-nine-year-old man who had been dying ply a moment ago. And the hundred or so scars were gone. He realized then that there were no old men or women among the bodies surrounding him. All seemed to be about twenty-five years old, though it was difficult to determine the exact age, since the hairless heads and pubes made them seem older and younger at the same time. He had boasted that he knew no fear. Now fear ripped away the cry forming in this throat. His fear pressed down on him and squeezed the new life from him He had been stunned at first because he was still living. Then his position in space and the arrangement of his new environment had frozen his senses. He was seeing and feeling through a thick semi-opaque window. After a few seconds something snapped inside him. He could almost hear it, as if a window had suddenly been raised. The world took a shape which he could grasp, though he could not comprehend it. Above him, on both sides, below him, as far as he could see, bodies floated. They were arranged in vertical and horizontal rows. The up-and-down ranks were separated by red rods, slender as broomsticks, one of which was twelve inches from the feet of the sleepers and the other twelve inches from their heads. Each body was spaced about six feet from the body above and below and on each side. The rods came up from an abyss without bottom and soared into an abyss without ceiling. That grayness into which the rods and the bodies, up and down, right and left, disappeared was neither the sky nor the earth. There was nothing in the distance except the lackluster of infinity. On one side was a dark man with Tuscan features. On his other side was an Asiatic Indian and beyond her a large Nordic looking man. Not until the third revolution was he able to determine what was so odd about the man. The right arm, from a point just below the elbow, was red. It seemed to lack the outer layer of skin. A few seconds later, several rows away, he saw a male adult body lacking the skin and all the muscles of the face. There were other bodies that were not quite complete. Fat away, glimpsed unclearly, was a skeleton and a jumble of organs inside it. He continued turning and observing while his heart slammed against his chest with terror. By then he understood that he wan in some colossal chamber and that the metal rods were radiating some force that somehow supported and revolved millions — maybe billions — of human beings. Where was this place? Certainly, it was not the city of Trieste of the Austro-Hungarian Empire of 1890. It was like no hell or heaven of which he had ever heard or read, and he had thought that he was acquainted with every theory of the afterlife. He had died. Now he was alive. He had scoffed all his life at a life-after-death. For once, he could not deny that he had been wrong. But there was no one present to say, "I told you so, you damned infidel!" Of all the millions, he alone was awake. . . .

1

Paul Eyre shot a flying saucer. On this bright morning, he was walking through a farmer’s field. Ahead of him was the edge of a wood bisected by a small creek. Riley, the setter, had just stiffened. Nose down, crouched low, seeming to vibrate, he pointed toward the magnet, the invisible quail. Paul Eyre’s heart pumped a little faster. Ahead of Riley, a few yards away, was a bush. Behind it should be the covey. They broke loose with that racket that had made him jump so when he was a novice. It was as if the earth had given violent birth to several tiny planets. But there was not the dozen or so he had expected. Only two. The lead one was much larger than the other, so much larger that he did jump then. He knew as the shotgun roared and kicked that it was not a bird. The concentrated pattern of his modified choke must have hit the thing squarely. It fell away at a forty-five degree angle instead of dropping as a dead bird drops, and it crashed through the lower branches of a tree on the outskirts of the wood. Automatically, he had fired the second barrel at the trailing bird. And he had missed it. The thing had rocketed up like a quail. But it had been dark and about two feet long. Or two feet wide. His finger had squeezed on the trigger even as his mind had squeezed on the revelation that it was not a winged creature. It wasn’t a creature, he thought, but a made thing. More like a huge clay pigeon than anything else. He looked around. Riley was a white and black streak, running as if a cougar were after him. He made no noise. He seemed to be conserving his breath as if he knew he’d need every atom of oxygen he could get. Behind him was a trail of excrement. Ahead of him, over half a mile up the slope, was a white farmhouse and two dark-red barns. Roger, Paul’s son, had spoken of mines which flew up into the air before exploding. This thing had not been attached to a chain nor had it blown up. It could be a dud. But there had been no blast as it soared up. Perhaps the noise of his shotgun had covered it. He shook his head. It could not have been anything like that. Unless ... Had some vicious person put it in the field just to kill hunters? Senseless violence was on the increase in this God-forsaking country. The situation was much like that of a car that refused to run. You could think about it all you wanted to and make mental images of what was wrong. But until you opened the hood and looked at the engine, you would not be able to make a definite analysis. So he would open the hood. He walked forward. The only sound was the northwest wind, gentle here because the woods broke it. The bluejay and the crows that had been so noisy before he had fired were quiet. There was the bluejay, sitting on a tree branch. It seemed frozen with shock. He was cautious but not afraid, he told himself. He had been afraid only three times in his life. When his father had deserted him, when his mother had died, and when Mavice had said she was leaving him. And these three events had taught him that nothing was as bad as he’d thought it at the time and that it was stupid, illogical to fear. He and his brothers and sisters and mother had gotten along without his father. His mother’s death had actually made his life easier. And Mavice had not left him. ‘Only the unimaginative, of whom you are the king, have no fear,’ Tincrowdor had told him. But what did that effete egg-head know of real life or real men? Nevertheless, he hesitated. He could just walk away, round up the dog, and hunt elsewhere. Or, better, tell Smith that someone had planted a strange mechanical device in his field. Perhaps, though he did not like to admit it, his sight had betrayed him. Behind his glasses were fifty-four-year-old eyes. He was in good shape, better than most men twenty years younger. Much better than that Tincrowdor, who sat on his locus all day while he typed away on his crazy stories. Still, he had been informed by the optometrist that he needed a new prescription. He had not told anyone about this. He hated to admit to anyone that he had a weakness, and that anyone included himself. When he had a chance to get fitted with new lenses, with no one except the doctor the wiser, he’d go. Perhaps he should not have put it off so long. He resumed walking slowly across the field. Once, he looked toward the farmhouse. Riley, his pace undiminished, was still headed toward it. When he caught Riley, he’d rap him a few on the nose and shame him. If he were ruined by this, he’d get rid of him. He couldn’t see feeding something that was useless. The hound ate more than he was worth as it was. He could imagine what Mavice would say about that. ‘You’re going to retire in eleven years. Would you want us to give you away or send you to the gas chamber because you’re useless?’ And he’d say, ‘But I won’t be. I’ll be working as hard as ever on my own business after I’ve retired.’ He was ten feet from the wood when the yellow haze drifted out from it. . . .

Добавлено: 02 Farmer, Philip Jose - Lord of the Trees (Grandrith & Caliban) - 2012.epub

Добавлено: Farmer, Philip Jose - Tales of The Wold Newton Universe (Wold Newton) - 2013.epub

Добавлено: 01 Farmer, Philip Jose - Hadon of Ancient Opar (Opar) - 2013.epub (eBook, с картами, но без иллюстраций) к имеющемуся 01 Farmer, Philip Jose - Hadon of Ancient Opar (Opar) - 1974.epub (OCR, с иллюстрациями)

Добавлено: 01 Farmer, Philip Jose - Dayworld (Dayworld) - 2017.epub (в релизе есть хороший epub, но OCR, а этот - eBook от Open Road Integrated Media Добавлен цикл The Sturch; файл Farmer, Philip Jose - The Lovers - 1961.fb2 перенесен в соответствующую папку и переименован в Farmer, Philip Jose - The Lovers (The Sturch) - 1961.fb2 Добавлен роман Farmer, Philip Jose - A Woman a Day (The Sturch) - 2017.epub, входящий в этот же цикл

Добавлено: Весь цикл The World of Tiers в издательском качестве: 01-03 Farmer, Philip Jose - The World of Tiers_ Volume One (The World of Tiers) - 2017.epub 04-07 Farmer, Philip Jose - The World of Tiers_ Volume Two (The World of Tiers) - 2017.epub Омнибус: Farmer, Philip Jose - The Lovers; Dark Is the Sun; Riders of the Purple Wage - 2017.epub Замена: Farmer, Philip Jose - Riverworld and Other Stories - 1979.epub на Farmer, Philip Jose - Riverworld and Other Stories - 2017.epub (OCR на retail eBook, на 2 рассказа и 1 ессе больше)

Добавлено: 03 Farmer, Philip Jose - The Mad Goblin (Grandrith & Caliban) - 2013.epub (к имеющемуся fb2: 03 Farmer, Philip Jose - Keepers of the Secrets (Grandrith & Caliban) - 1983.fb2, это два разных названия одной книги)

02 Farmer, Philip Jose - Blown or Sketches Among the Ruins of My Mind (Exorcism) - 1969.epub Farmer, Philip Jose - Escape from Loki - 1991.fb2

Добавлен цикл "Father Carmody" Файл Farmer, Philip Jose - Night of Light - 1977.fb2 переименован в Farmer, Philip Jose - Night of Light (Father Carmody) - 1977.fb2 и перемещен в соответствующую папку Добавлен сборник Farmer, Philip Jose - Father to the Stars (Father Carmody) - 1981.epub

Добавлено: Farmer, Philip Jose - Gods of Opar (Opar) - 2012.epub (содержит все романы цикла) Farmer, Philip Jose - Greatheart Silver - 2013.epub (сборник) Farmer, Philip Jose - Nothing Burns in Hell - 1999.epub (роман)

Добавлено: 00 Farmer, Philip Jose - River of Eternity (Riverworld) - 1983.fb2 Farmer, Philip Jose - The Suicide Express (Riverworld) - 1966.fb2 Farmer, Philip Jose - Tales of Riverworld (Riverworld) - 1992.epub Farmer, Philip Jose - Quest to Riverworld (Riverworld) - 1993.epub Farmer, Philip Jose - Stations of the Nightmare (Stations of the Nightmare) - 2012.epub Farmer, Philip Jose - Fire and the Night - 1962.fb2 Farmer, Philip Jose - Two Hawks from Earth - 2021.epub (retail epub к имеющемуся fb2 The Gate of Time) Farmer, Philip Jose - Love Song - 1970.epub Farmer, Philip Jose - The Wind Whales of Ishmael - 2013.epub (retail epub к имеющемуся fb2) Farmer, Philip Jose - The Evil in Pemberley House - 2015.epub Farmer, Philip Jose - The Unreasoning Mask - 2007.epub (retail epub к имеющемуся fb2) Farmer, Philip Jose - Down in the Black Gang and Other Stories - 1971.epub Farmer, Philip Jose - The Tin Woodman Slams the Door - 1954.fb2 Замены: 02 Farmer, Philip Jose - Dayworld Rebel (Dayworld) - 1987.epub на 02 Farmer, Philip Jose - Dayworld Rebel (Dayworld) - 2017.epub 03 Farmer, Philip Jose - Dayworld Breakup (Dayworld) - 1990.epub на 03 Farmer, Philip Jose - Dayworld Breakup (Dayworld) - 2017.epub Farmer, Philip Jose - The Other Log of Phileas Fogg - 1973.epub на Farmer, Philip Jose - The Other Log of Phileas Fogg - 2012.epub