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Zelazny, Roger (ed.) - Warriors of Blood and Dream / Желязны, Роджер (ред.) - Воины Крови и Мечты [1995, fb2, ENG]

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Roger Zelazny & Martin H. Greenberg (ed.) - Warriors of Blood and Dream

Название: Warriors of Blood and Dream / Воины Крови и Мечты
Год выпуска: 1995
Под редакцией: Zelazny, Roger & Martin H. Greenberg / Желязны, Роджер & Гринберг, Мартин
Издательство: AvoNova
ISBN: 0-380-77422-4
Формат: fb2
Качество: OCR
Язык: английский

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Боевые искусства — это нечто большее, чем хорошо поставленный удар, мгновенная реакция и умение видеть ошибки врага. Это образ жизни, в основе которой гармония и спокойствие, какие бы шутки не выкидывала судьба. Герои этой книги — бойцы карате и кэндо, кэмпо и нин-дзюцу. Их путь — путь меча и кулака, путь романтики и благородства, путь приключений и подвигов, к вершинам славы и мастерства.
Introduction / Пролог by Roger Zelazny
Master of Misery / Мастер-палач by Joe R. Lansdale
Eye of the Falcon / Соколиный глаз by Gerald Hausman
Listen / Слушай by Joel Richards
True Grits / Сила воли by Jack C. Haldeman, II
Broadway Johnny / Джонни Бродвей by Walter Jon Williams
The Seventh Martial Art / Седьмое боевое искусство by Jane Lindskold
Fearless / Бесстрашный by Dave Smeds
Easy Living / Легкая жизнь by Richard A. Lupoff
Blood Duty / Кровавый долг by Michael A. Stackpole
Doing the Angry Centipede / Сердитая сороконожка by Karen Haber
Guardian Angel / Ангел-хранитель by Victor Milan
Shapeshifter Finals / Финал с метаморфом by Jeffrey A. Carver
Heart of the Moment / Душа момента by Larry Segriff
Sand Man / Песочный человек by Steven Barnes
A Small Circle by Kazuaki Tanahashi
Master of Misery
Joe R. Lansdale

To the memory of my father, Bud Lansdale

Six o'clock in the morning, Richard was crossing by ferry from the Hotel on the Cay to Christiansted with a few other early-bird tourists, when he turned, looked toward shore, and saw a large ray leap from the water, its blue-gray hide glistening in the morning sunlight like gunmetal, its devil-tail flicking to one side as if to slash.
The ray floated there in defiance of gravity, hung in the sky between the boat and the shore, backgrounded by the storefronts and dock as if it were part of a painting, then splashed almost silently into the purple Caribbean, leaving in its wake a sun-kissed ripple.
Richard turned to see if the other passengers had noticed. He could tell from their faces they had not. The ray's leap had been a private showing, just for him, and he relished it. Later, he would think that perhaps it had been some kind of omen.
Ashore, he walked along the dock past the storefronts, and in front of the Anchorinn Restaurant, the charter fishing boat was waiting.
A man and a woman were on board already. The man was probably fifty, perhaps a little older, but certainly in good shape. He had an aura of invincibility about him, as if the normal laws of mortality and time did not apply to him.
He was about five-ten with broad shoulders, and, though he was a little thick in the middle, it was a hard thickness. It was evident, even beneath the black, loose, square-cut shirt he was wearing, he was a muscular man, perhaps first by birth, and second by exercise. His skin was as dark and leathery as an old bull's hide, his hair like frost on scorched grass. He was wearing khaki shorts and his dark legs were corded with muscle and his shins had a yellow shine to them that brought to mind weathered ivory.
He stood by the fighting chair bolted to the center of the deck, and looked at Richard standing on the dock with his little paper bag containing lunch and suntan lotion. The man's crow-colored eyes studied Richard as if he were a pile of dung that might contain some kernel of rare and undigested corn a crow might want.
The man's demeanor bothered Richard immediately. There was about him a cockiness. A way of looking at you and sizing you up and letting you know he wasn't seeing much.
The woman was quite another story. She was very much the bathing beauty type, aged beyond competition, but still beautiful, with a body by Nautilus. She was at least ten years younger than the man. She wore shoulder-length blond hair bleached by sun and chemicals. She had a heart-shaped face and a perfect nose and full lips. There was a slight cleft in her chin and her eyes were a faded blue. She was willowy and big breasted and wore a loose, white tee shirt over her black bathing suit, one of the kind you see women wear in movies, but not often on the beach. She had the body for it. A thong, or string, Richard thought the suits were called. Sort of thing where the strap in the back slid between the buttocks and covered them not at all. The top of the suit made a dark outline beneath her white tee shirt. She moved her body easily, as if she were accustomed to and not bothered by scrutiny, but there was something about her eyes that disturbed Richard.
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