Форма входа
0/0
Темное, кривое зеркало. Том 5 : Средь звезд, подобно гигантам - Гэрет Уильямс
- Дата:22.10.2024
- Категория: Фантастика и фэнтези / Альтернативная история
- Название: Темное, кривое зеркало. Том 5 : Средь звезд, подобно гигантам
- Автор: Гэрет Уильямс
- Просмотров:1
- Комментариев:0
Уважаемые читатели!
Тут можно читать бесплатно Темное, кривое зеркало. Том 5 : Средь звезд, подобно гигантам - Гэрет Уильямс. Жанр: Альтернативная история. Так же Вы можете читать полную версию (весь текст) онлайн книги без регистрации и SMS на сайте Knigi-online.info (книги онлайн) или прочесть краткое содержание, описание, предисловие (аннотацию) от автора и ознакомиться с отзывами (комментариями) о произведении.
Описание онлайн-книги Темное, кривое зеркало. Том 5 : Средь звезд, подобно гигантам - Гэрет Уильямс:
Война Теней закончена. Тени покинули галактику, отправившись за Предел. Юные расы трудятся вместе в мире и гармонии как части благородного Объединенного Альянса, под руководством Благословенной Деленн и под защитой грозного флота Темных Звезд, ведомого «Тенеубийцей», Генералом Джоном Шериданом. Нарны и центавриане примирились, минбарцы реформируют их Серый Совет, За'ха'дум же — мир, который денно и нощно охраняется флотом ворлонцев.
Альтернативная история
Аудиокнига "Темное, кривое зеркало. Том 5: Средь звезд, подобно гигантам"
🌌 В пятом томе серии "Темное, кривое зеркало" от Гэрета Уильямса мы погружаемся в захватывающий мир фантастики и приключений. Главный герой, чье имя пока остается в тайне, отправляется в удивительное путешествие среди звезд, где его ждут невероятные испытания и загадочные открытия.
В этой книге автор раскрывает новые грани своего воображения, создавая уникальную атмосферу и завораживающий сюжет. Странные существа, загадочные технологии и неожиданные повороты событий ждут слушателя на каждой странице этой аудиокниги.
👽 Гэрет Уильямс - талантливый писатель, чьи произведения завоевали миллионы читателей по всему миру. Его книги отличаются оригинальным стилем, глубокими мыслями и захватывающим сюжетом. Уильямс умело сочетает научную фантастику с элементами фэнтези, создавая удивительные миры и персонажей.
На сайте knigi-online.info вы можете бесплатно и без регистрации слушать аудиокниги онлайн на русском языке. Здесь собраны лучшие произведения разных жанров, включая бестселлеры и культовые книги. Погрузитесь в мир слова и воображения вместе с нами!
Не упустите возможность окунуться в увлекательные приключения среди звезд в аудиокниге "Темное, кривое зеркало. Том 5: Средь звезд, подобно гигантам" от Гэрета Уильямса. Приятного прослушивания!
Альтернативная история
Читем онлайн Темное, кривое зеркало. Том 5 : Средь звезд, подобно гигантам - Гэрет Уильямс
Шрифт:
-
+
Интервал:
-
+
Закладка:
Сделать
Insofar as any of these stories were believed, it was thought to apply to the Shadows only. The terrifying sight of their Black Cloud rising above Kazomi 7 towards the end of the first phase of the War confirmed the existence of such planet-killing weapons, and no one who saw that battle doubted that the weapon was capable of destroying Kazomi 7.
There were other forces whose powers were more or less acknowledged to be of similar magnitude — The Great Machine, for one. We are indebted to L'Neer of Narn for providing a great deal of information on the capabilities of that artefact, information gleaned from her conversations with Ha'Cormar'ah G'Kar.? And, of course, Cathedral….
But no sign of any equivalent Vorlon weapon was ever positively identified. They refused to answer any questions put to them on the subject. Their level of technology was roughly on a par with the Shadows of course, and of the creators of the Great Machine, so it was virtually certain that they possessed the technology to build such weapons, even if they did not actually have the weapons themselves.
But, others argued, if they had the weapons, or even the technology, why had they not employed them on Z'ha'dum, during the thousand years in which the world was deserted? There was no convincing answer for that.
In the middle of 2263 all the questions were answered, although not in a way that anyone would have wanted. It was the second sign of the end of the peace, and the beginning of the month that would later be called the Death of Hope.
The planet killer revealed itself above Narn, ready to inflict punishment for the Kha'Ri's sheltering of some of the exiled Shadow vassal races. It was felt by the Vorlons that an object lesson was needed.
They considered the use of a planet killer to be a lesson.
? GOLDINGAY, D. G. (2293) Stalkers on the Rim. Chapter 4 of The Rise and Fall
of the United Alliance, the End of the Second Age and the Beginning of the
Third, vol. 3, 2262: The Missing Year. Ed: S. Barringer, G. Boshears, A. E.
Clements, D. G. Goldingay & M. G. Kerr.
? See also Learning at the Prophet's Feet, by L'Neer of Narn.
MATEER, K. (2295) The Second Sign of the Apocalypse. Chapter 9 of The Rise
and Fall of the United Alliance, the End of the Second Age and the
Beginning of the Third, vol. 4, The Dreaming Years. Ed: S. Barringer,
G. Boshears, A. E. Clements, D. G. Goldingay & M. G. Kerr.
* * *To the Narn.
We are your Masters. We are your saviours and your protectors. We are your lawgivers and your enforcers and your judges.
We are you executioners.
You have broken our law. You have had dealings with the Shadow. Their creatures roam your world, sheltered by your leaders, their skills utilised for your petty concerns of power. You have broken our law and you have betrayed those who stand beside you.
You have been judged, and you will be punished.
You have one rotation of your world. Those who are untainted by the Shadow will be permitted to leave, so long as they carry no weapons, and harbour no thoughts against us. Your leaders will not be permitted to leave, nor will those who have sheltered or were aware of the vassals of the Shadow.
One rotation of your world only.
When that is done, your world will die, in fire and ash and rock. You will be consigned to wander the galaxy, a rootless and uprooted people, so that all who look upon you will know the penalty for defying our law.
We are your masters. You will obey us.
If any try to leave who are tainted, or complicit, or seek to oppose us, all will die. We will seek out your entire race and erase you from history. If only the innocent leave, then you will be permitted to endure.
Behold our mercy.
Do not try to fight us, or all will die. Do not try to oppose us, or all will die. Accept our judgement and our justice and our mercy.
We are your masters.
You will obey us.
You have one rotation of your world.
* * *Once he had been one of the most respected nobles in the Centauri Republic, the Lord-General of their armies and their fleets. His name was feared by his enemies and respected by those who followed him. He was fair, but icily efficient and determined. He was a man who well understood the value of inspiring fear in the hearts of those who opposed him, and he possessed a necessary ruthlessness.
Now he was a broken man, harsh with the pain of his own tears, seeing ghosts in every movement. His crew had fought this battle without him. He had been trying to restore a young girl who had taken her own life. A girl he had struck in a single moment of madness and anger.
His head in his hands, Jorah Marrago did not see Sinoval, Primarch Majestus et Conclavus, enter the room.
"My friend," he said softly.
Marrago looked up. Through eyes scarred by pain and horror, he saw the tall, dark form of his ally. Sinoval's deep eyes seemed to radiate compassion, an odd emotion for him to display. Marrago was not even sure if he was real.
"You cannot bring her back, can you?" he whispered.
"No," Sinoval said sadly. "Her soul has passed beyond. A…. residue remains here, in the place where she died. You could talk to her if you wished, but all that remains is her fear and her anger, and I do not think you would want to listen to what she had to say."
"I was not talking about Senna," he rasped, harshly. "Did we win? Tell me we won."
"That depends who 'we' are. Centauri Prime is as safe as it was yesterday, which is to say, not very safe at all. Those of the Brotherhood who survived fled here with me. A safe haven I spent some time finding. I will have to talk with the leaders, find those who wish to fight alongside me, find those who do not deserve to continue. I would appreciate your advice in this, my friend, but I will understand if you are…. incapable of that at present."
"What about the plan?"
"I had to move more swiftly than I would have preferred. I fear that too many of my plans are now in the possession of the enemy. My little castle of wood and paper is in great danger of collapsing around me, and I must be ready as swiftly as I can. I feel….
"Sometimes, recently, I think I can feel a great darkness, as if millions of voices are crying out in fear, all at the same time."
"I feel like that all the time."
Sinoval nodded. "I see. I am sorry for your loss."
"No, you aren't, and why should you be? You never knew Senna, you never knew a thing about her, or Lyndisty. I was a leader once too, remember. You cannot think about those you are sending into battle, or those they love, or those they depend on. Think of each soldier as a real person and you are doomed from the outset.
"I know that, and yet…. I cannot think of anything else. Senna was just another victim of this war. She ended her life in pain and fear. She knew rape and torture and complete powerlessness until it came to be that her only freedom was the freedom to end it all.
"I should not care. I should just move on, channel any grief I have into revenge and pour it against my enemies, but I can't. I simply can't forget her."
"Nor should you." Marrago looked up. Sinoval's face was as stone. "That is my task. I will talk to the captains of the Brotherhood. I will learn those whom I can trust or intimidate — those who will serve me."
"None of them. Kill them all. Kill all of us. We are all monsters."
"My friend…. that is precisely what I need. Do you…. do you want to leave my side? I can take you almost anywhere in the galaxy. You have done enough already. You have paid enough already. You can depart now, and I will not think any the less of you."
"My price?"
"I know. I have known for months. One of my agents died to retrieve the information you requested. Worse than died, in fact. But I have the knowledge. I kept it from you for fear you would embark on a private crusade rather than pursue my own goals. Do you hate me for lying to you?"
"No. I should, but…. I can't feel anything."
"Morden. The name you asked of me is Morden."
"He killed Lyndisty."
"Yes."
"What good will it do? His death will not restore her life. Is there anything I can do that will…. that will alleviate this?"
"I do not know. I have never known grief such as yours. I do not even know if I am capable of it. I would like to think I would do what must be done, but I cannot be certain. None of us can."
"I need to think. I…. I need to think."
"Take all the time you require."
"Wait!"
"Yes."
"The Shadow alien. The Z'shailyl. Moreil, his name is."
"Yes."
"Don't trust him. Not even for a second. Him least of all."
"Thank you. I won't."
"You are welcome."
* * *It was just beginning to get dark when Sheridan began his walk through Yedor. His journey had been long and restless. He had tried to sleep, but he had managed only a few moments. He should be tired, but all he could think of was the purpose of his journey. He had to carry on now and finish what he had begun.
The night sky was a blazing red as the sun set. The dust in the air clouded everything, but it seemed to glow and shine. He was not sure if it was beautiful or terrible, but perhaps it was both.
The rebuilding of Yedor was continuing well. The architects seemed to be restoring the old where they could and creating the new where they were inspired. The Temple of Varenni dominated the glowing skyline, tall and majestic and…. somehow impervious to the atrocities of mortals. He was reminded of an old photograph from the Second World War, of London being relentlessly bombed and the dome of St. Paul's Cathedral rising above the smoke and the flames.
What was that speech? Something about, "If they destroy it, then we will rebuild it. And if they destroy it again, then we will rebuild it again, as many times as is necessary."
Something like that. The sentiment was there.
He walked on, noticing others moving about in the cool of the evening. Most were Minbari of course, but there were a surprising number of aliens present as well. Some Drazi, their normally furious faces a little calmer here. Some Narns, proudly wearing sunburst badges. Even a few humans, walking quickly, heads bowed.
He was not sure where he was going. David was here somewhere, helping to rebuild. He would probably be where the largest construction site was, unless they had finished work for the day, in which case he could be anywhere. Sheridan was content to drift and trust to fate to shepherd him in the right direction.
He had a feeling he was walking away from the centre of the city when he came across a Minbari woman sitting on a large rock, watching the sky with a contented air. She was small and slightly built, wearing a plain robe stained by dust and labour. There was a strange look in her eyes, a look of understanding. Sheridan remembered meeting the Dalai Lama, decades ago, millennia ago. He had had that same look. The look of a person who knows where he or she belongs in the galaxy.
He was about to move on past her when she looked squarely at him. "A good evening, General Sheridan," she said formally.
He started. "Who? I…."
She smiled. "Please. We have been aware for some time that you would be visiting. You have been noticed and recognised at least a dozen times on your walk. You are not exactly an unfamiliar figure here."
"I haven't been here in three years," he protested. "How did you know…? Did Delenn tell you I was coming?"
"We have eyes and ears in a great many places. Delenn had no need to tell us anything. My name is Kats."
Sheridan paused, thinking. He knew that name. He had a nagging feeling he had seen her before too, although here had been more concern in her face then. That had been…. during the Rebirth Ceremony. She had been with Sinoval. She was Satai now. That was it.
"I've seen you before," he said.
"Ah, you do remember. I suppose I should feel flattered. For my part, I remember you as well. You look…. different from the last time. More careworn, but a little more understanding."
"Yes, I've…. learned a lot since then. I've had a lot of things to think about."
"Have not we all?"
"I suppose you know why I'm here."
"It is not hard to guess." She rose nimbly, and gestured along the road. It led to a small hill, rising gracefully to the horizon. "He is this way."
"Does he…. David…. Does he know I'm here?"
"No. Or at least, I did not tell him. I think you two have a great deal to talk about, and I did not wish to pre-empt any of that conversation."
"I'm not even sure I know how to begin."
"He is a good man, and a friend." They began to walk, Sheridan matching his stride to her shorter pace. "It is strange to think of a human that way, but it is true. He looked so lost when I first saw him, wounded and…. almost broken. He has had over a year to mend himself, and I think he is ready. The galaxy needs him more than we do, something I have been trying to convince him of. Perhaps you can do that."
"I'm not here to convince him of anything. I just…. need to talk to him, that's all."
She smiled. "Then that will have to be enough. See, there he is."
There was a tree at the top of the hill, a small thing, but green against the brown of the earth. A tiny spark of life. A figure was sitting in its shadow, staring down at the lake below.
Kats stopped. "I will leave you now. What you have to say should be said alone."
Sheridan nodded. "Thank you, Satai."
"There is no need."
He nodded again and walked on. Engrossed in the vision before him, David did not seem to notice him at all. Now that Sheridan was nearer, he could see that the lake was heavy with silt and mud. Once there had been teeming life and great beauty there, but now it was smothered and destroyed.
"David?" he said, almost too quietly even to hear himself. He coughed. "David," he said more loudly.
He turned. David looked at him.
"John," he said. "You know, I'm not the least bit surprised. Sooner or later, everyone comes to Minbar."
* * *In the halls of the rulers of Narn, there was fear and anger and disbelief.
На этой странице вы можете бесплатно читать книгу Темное, кривое зеркало. Том 5 : Средь звезд, подобно гигантам - Гэрет Уильямс бесплатно.
Похожие на Темное, кривое зеркало. Том 5 : Средь звезд, подобно гигантам - Гэрет Уильямс книги
- Forgive me, Leonard Peacock - Мэтью Квик - Современная проза
- The Plague Court Murders - John Carr - Прочее
- Set a diary - Майго - Прочая детская литература / Научная Фантастика / Социально-психологическая
- Наследники Земли - Шон Уильямс - Научная Фантастика
- Религиозный сионизм. История и идеология - Дов Шварц - Публицистика
