Monday, September 07, 2009

Gardens Of The Sun, Part Two, Chapter Four

The spy woke slowly and painfully, trapped in the stiff embrace of his pressure suit, inside the coffin-sized confines of the dropshell. He felt as if he’d been beaten by experts and afterwards staked out in the scorching heat of some desert on Earth. Bruised to the bone, joints stiff and swollen. A black headache pulsing like a poisonous spider inside the tender jelly of his brain. His tongue a shrivelled corpse glued to the floor of its foul tomb. He sipped tasteless recycled water through a tube and wincingly plugged into the dropshell’s myopic sensorium. He’d slept for seventy-two days and now Rhea was directly ahead, a bright pockmarked globe hanging beyond the broad hoop of the rings and the bulge of Saturn’s equator.


EDIT: bad link fixed - thanks Jean-Daniel!


Anonymous Anonymous said...

The link doesn't work (waiting time too long).
Jean-Daniel brèque (busy translating THE QUIET WAR)

September 08, 2009 11:46 am  
Blogger Paul McAuley said...

Thanks for the heads-up - it's fixed.

September 08, 2009 1:52 pm  

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