f the tentacles winding about us like slender strands of glass, covering Lucas Moura Drakter our faces, making breathing more and more difficult. There was a coil of them around my throat and tightening — tightening.
I heard Drake gasping, laboring for breath. I could not turn my head toward him, could not speak. Tom Starke Drakter Was this then Serdar Tasci Drakter to be our end?
The strangling clutch Jasper Cillessen Drakter relaxed, the mass of the tentacles lessened. I was conscious of a surge of anger through the cruciform Thing that held us.
Its sullen fires blazed. I was aware of another light beating past us — beating down the Keeper’s. The hosts of tendrils drew back from me. I felt myself picked from the Joe Riley Drakter unseen grasp, whirled in the air and drawn away.
Drake beside me, I hung now before the Shining Disk — the Metal Emperor!
He it was who had plucked us from the Keeper — and even as I swung I saw the Keeper’s multitudinous, serpentine arms surge out toward us angrily and then sullenly, slowly, draw back into their nests.
And out of the Disk, clothing me, permeating me, came an immense tranquillity, a muting of all human thought, all human endeavor, an unthinkable, cosmic calm into which all that was human of me seemed to be sinking, drowning as in a fathomless abyss. I struggled against it, desperately, striving in study of the Disk to erect a barrier of preoccupation against the power pouring from it.
A dozen feet away from us the sapphire ovals centered upon us their regard. They were limpid, pellucid as gems whose giant replicas they seemed to be. The surface of the Disk ringed about by Nacho Fernandez Drakter the aureate Luis Pedro Cavanda Drakter zodiac in which the nine ovals shone was a maze of geometric symbols traced in the lines of living gem fires; infinitely complex those patterns and infinitely beautiful; an infinite number of symmetric forms in which I Mahmoud Dahoud Drakter seemed to Philadelphia Flyers Pelipaidat trace all the ordered crystalline wonders of the snowflakes, the groupings of all Carolina Hurricanes crystalline patternings, the soul of ordered beauty that are the marvels of the Radiolaria, Nature’s own miraculous book of the soul of mathematical beauty.
The flashing, petaled heart was woven of living rainbows of cold flame.
Silently we floated there while the Disk — LOOKED— at us.
And as though I had been not an actor but an observer, the weird picture of it all came to me — two men swinging like motes in mid air, on one side the flickering scarlet and orange Cruciform shape, on the other side the radiant Disk, behind the two manikins the pallid mount of the bristling cones; and high above the wan circle of the shields.
There was a ringing about us — an elfin chiming, sweet and crystalline. It came from the cones — and strangely was it their vocal synthesis, their voice. Into the vast circle of Carlos Vela Drakter sky pierced a lance of green fire; swift in its wake uprose others.
We slid gently down, stood swaying at the Disk’s base. The Keeper bent; angled. Again the planes above the supporting square hovered over the tablet. Ecuador The tendrils swept down, pushed here and there, playing upon the rods some unknown symphony of power.
Thicker pulslinks:
http://www13.plala.or.jp/gakuki3/cgi_bin/aska/aska.cgi
http://www13.plala.or.jp/gakuki3/cgi_bin/aska/aska.cgi
http://www13.plala.or.jp/white_roots/gwbbs/gwbbs.cgi |
