Saberhagen, Fred / Саберхаген (Сейберхэген), Фред - Собрание сочинений (121 произведение) [1967-2022, fb2/epub, ENG]

Specimens 1976, epub The Veils of Azlaroc 1978, epub Love Conquers All 1979, fb2 The Mask of the Sun 1979, epub Octagon 1981, fb2 Coils / Витки 1982, fb2/epub; 2018, epub, Jerry eBooks (with Roger Zelazny) A Century of Progress 1983, epub The Frankenstein Papers 1986, fb2/epub The White Bull 1988, epub The Black Throne / Чёрный трон 1990, fb2; 2002, epub, ISBN: 0-7434-3579-6, Baen (with Roger Zelazny) Bram Stoker's Dracula 1992, fb2, ISBN: 0-451-17575-1, Signet / New American Library (with James V. Hart) Dancing Bears 1996, epub, ISBN: 0-312-85798-5, Tor Merlin's Bones 1995, epub The Arrival 2000, fb2, ISBN: 0-812-56888-5, Tor

The Book of Saberhagen 1975, fb2, DAW Books Earth Descended 1981, epub Saberhagen: My Best 1987, epub, ISBN: 0-671-65645-7, Baen Of Berserkers, Swords and Vampires: A Saberhagen Retrospective 2009, epub, ISBN: 978-1-4391-3269-2, Baen Short Fiction Complete 2022, epub, Jerry eBooks

Period of Totality 1977, fb2 Predator 1998, epub

In what felt to him like the first cold morning of the world, he groped for fire. It was a high place where he searched, a lifeless, wind-scoured place, a rough, forbidding shelf of black and splintered rock. Snow, driven by squalls of frigid air, streamed across the black rock in white powder, making shifting veils of white over layers of gray ancient ice that was almost as hard as the rock itself. Dawn was in the sky, but still hundreds of kilometers away, as distant as the tiny sawteeth of the horizon to the northwest. The snowfields and icefields along that far edge of the world were beginning to glow with a reflected pink. Ignoring cold and wind, and mumbling to himself, the searcher paced in widening circles on his high rugged shelf of land. One of his powerful legs was deformed, enough to make him limp. He was searching for warmth, and for the smell of sulphur in the air, for anything that might lead him to the fire he needed. But his sandalled feet were too leathery and unfeeling to feel warmth directly through the rocks, and the wind whipped away the occasional traces of volcanic fumes. Presently the searcher concentrated his attention on the places where rock protruded through the rough skin of ice. When he found a notable bare spot, he kicked; stamped with his hard heels, at the ice around its rim, watching critically as the ice shattered. Yes, here was a place where the frost was a trifle less hard, the grip of cold just a little weaker. Somewhere down below was warmth. And warmth meant, ultimately, fire. Looking for a way down to the mountains heart, the searcher moved in a swift limp around one of its shoulders. He had guessed right; before him now loomed a great crevice, exhaling a faintly sulphurous atmosphere, descending between guardian rocks. He went straight to that hard-lipped mouth, but just as he entered it he paused, looking up at the sky and once more muttering something to himself. The sky, brightening with the impending dawn, was almost entirely clear, flecked in the distance with scattered clouds. At the moment it conveyed no messages. . . .

ROGUE: (1) A deceitful, double-dealing evildoer … (4) A fierce elephant or stamodont that has been banished from the herd … (10) Having a peculiarly malevolent or unstable nature … (11) No longer loyal, affiliated, or recognized, and hence not governable or accountable … erring, apostate. —Galactic Dictionary of the Common Tongue

The tall thing with four arms came close to catching Harry Silver with its first three-legged rush at him in the dark alley. In frightening silence it burst out at him from the deeper darkness behind a tall stack of crates and boxes. It wasn’t really running, but stepping rapidly across the gray resilient pavement on its trio of padded feet. Some inner alarm, a distillation of small clues and experience, clicked a warning in Harry’s brain an instant before he actually saw the thing, granting him the essential moment to drop to the ground and roll out of the robot’s way. One of its grabbers brushed Harry’s right sleeve as its thin legs carried it by. Dark alleys on unfamiliar planets were good places to avoid; this was the first time in standard years that he’d tried to use one for a shortcut. The fact that the natural gravity on this world was a bit weaker than Earth-descended normal gave him the ability to move a shade faster than usual. He wasn’t moving as swiftly as his opponent, but the disadvantage was not as great as it might have been … some part of his mind was still playing the role of spectator, and as he fell and rolled and spun away, he noticed that the alley floor was remarkably clean and smooth. Evidently the people living here on Cascadia prized neatness. . . .

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