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Название книги: Darwin's Radio
Автор(ы): Greg Bear
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Darwin_s-Radio-147711.html
PART ONEHEROD’S WINTER
1The Alps, near the Austrian Border with Italy
AUGUSTThe flat afternoon sky spread over the black and gray mountains like a stage backdrop, the color of a dog’s pale crazy eye.His ankles aching and back burning from a misplaced loop of nylon rope, Mitch Rafelson followed Tilde’s quick female form along the margin between the white firn and a dust of new snow on the field. Mingled with the ice boulders of the fall, crenels and spikes of old ice had been sculpted by summer heat into milky, flint-edged knives.To Mitch’s left, the mountains rose over the jumble of black boulders flanking the broken slope of the ice fall. On the right, in the full glare of the sun, the ice rose in blinding brilliance to the perfect catenary of the cirque.Franco was about twenty yards to the south, hidden by the rim of Mitch’s goggles. Mitch could hear him but not see him. Some kilometers behind, also out of sight now, was the brilliant orange, round fiberglass-and-aluminum bivouac where they had made thei
Название книги: Darwin's Radio
Автор(ы): Greg Bear
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Darwin_s-Radio-147711.html
PART ONEHEROD’S WINTER
1The Alps, near the Austrian Border with Italy
AUGUSTThe flat afternoon sky spread over the black and gray mountains like a stage backdrop, the color of a dog’s pale crazy eye.His ankles aching and back burning from a misplaced loop of nylon rope, Mitch Rafelson followed Tilde’s quick female form along the margin between the white firn and a dust of new snow on the field. Mingled with the ice boulders of the fall, crenels and spikes of old ice had been sculpted by summer heat into milky, flint-edged knives.To Mitch’s left, the mountains rose over the jumble of black boulders flanking the broken slope of the ice fall. On the right, in the full glare of the sun, the ice rose in blinding brilliance to the perfect catenary of the cirque.Franco was about twenty yards to the south, hidden by the rim of Mitch’s goggles. Mitch could hear him but not see him. Some kilometers behind, also out of sight now, was the brilliant orange, round fiberglass-and-aluminum bivouac where they had made thei
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