Epic Sci-Fi Odyssey
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- Nombre de pages76
- FormatePub
- ISBN978-625-387-661-6
- EAN9786253876616
- Date de parution11/04/2026
- Protection num.Digital Watermarking
- Taille6 Mo
- Infos supplémentairesepub
- ÉditeurE-Kitap Projesi & Cheapest Boo
Résumé
Hawkes jerked upright in his bed, gasping out a hoarse cry, and the sound of his own voice completed the awakening. He opened his eyes to a murky darkness that was barely relieved by the little night-light. For a second, the nightmare was so strong on his mind that he seemed to see two shadows beyond the door, rushing down the steps. He fought off the illusion, and with straining senses jerked his head around the room.
There was nothing there. Sweat was beading his forehead, and he could feel his pulse racing. He had to get out-had to leave-at once! He forced the idea aside. There was something cloudy in his mind, but he made reason take over and shove away some of the heavy fear. His fingers found a cigarette and lighted it automatically. The first familiar breath of smoke in his lungs helped. He drew in deeply again, while the tiny sounds in the room became meaningful.
There was the insistent ticking of a clock and the soft shushing sound of a tape recorder. He stared at the machine, running on fast rewind, and reversed it to play. But the tape seemed to be blank, or erased.
There was nothing there. Sweat was beading his forehead, and he could feel his pulse racing. He had to get out-had to leave-at once! He forced the idea aside. There was something cloudy in his mind, but he made reason take over and shove away some of the heavy fear. His fingers found a cigarette and lighted it automatically. The first familiar breath of smoke in his lungs helped. He drew in deeply again, while the tiny sounds in the room became meaningful.
There was the insistent ticking of a clock and the soft shushing sound of a tape recorder. He stared at the machine, running on fast rewind, and reversed it to play. But the tape seemed to be blank, or erased.
