Joan D. Vinge - Snow Queen 2 - World's End

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WORLD'S END [071-142-066-4.6]
By: JOAN D. VINGE
Category: Fiction Science Fiction
Synopsis:
Volume 2 in the Snow Queen Cycle Now at last, Joan D. Vinge, best selling
author of The Return of the Jedi Storybook, returns to the universe of
her award-winning Snow Queen, with a novel as dazzling, as compelling,
as the "future classic" (Arthur C. Clarke). BZ Gundhalinu, police
officer of the Hegemony, member of the elite "tech" class of the ruling
planet Kharemough, left the planet Tiamat before the Stargate closed,
cutting himself off forever from the simple barbarian girl who gave him
back his sense of self worth. Moon Dawntreader Summer is now the Summer
Queen, and BZ knows he can never again be her lover. But the strict
Kharemoughi codes of honor have made him an outcast, too, and he selects
a remote outpost of the Hegemony for his new assignment: Four, a planet
where the police work is tough and never-ending, and where he can try to
forget. Four boasts great mineral wealth, which attracts all the rogues
and ruffians of the universe to the vast, uncharted wilderness known as
World's End. Travellers to that region allude to unimaginable horrors,
but few actually return to speak of it. World's End has swallowed up
countless numbers of prospectors, including BZ's brothers. When BZ's
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obsession with Moon and his concern for his family interfere with the
performance of his duties, he is granted leave and he sets out for
World's End. His quest: to rescue his brothers from the wilderness and
restore the family's lost honor and lost wealth. But something else is
calling him. A sibyl has told him about the ruined city ofSanctuary , on
the edge ofFireLake . A mysterious force is at work there, a force that
disrupts the fabric of space and time, a force that may yield up the
secrets of Old Empire technology. But before BZ can unlock the puzzle,
he must face the evil deep inside himself-- and in breathtaking passages
of sheer storytelling power, Vinge makes WORLD'S END an extraordinary
novel of one man's search for himself--his soul --his love--and his
destiny.
Last printing:09/03/02
`>334' JOAN D. VINGE reached the top of
national bestseller lists in 1983 with The
Return of the Jedi Storybook. Her novel The Snow Queen (1980) won the Hugo
Award for Best Science Fiction NOVEL,
and established her as a major novelist.
She lives in Chappaqua, Mew York, and
maintains close ties to her hometown,
San Diego,California.
Cover painting by Leo and Diane Dillon Jacket design by Gregory K. Wilkin 'Bl
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BLUEJAY BOOKS IMG.
James Frenkel, Publisher
Distributed bySt. Martin 's Press 2/84
Books by Joan D. Vinge
The Outcasts of Heaven's Belt
Fireship
Eyes of Amber and Other Stories (collection)
The Snow Queen
Psion
Worlds's End
Phoenixin the Ashes (collection)
A Bluejay Book
Fforthcoming
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JOAN D. VINGE
BLUEJAY BOOKS INC.
A Bluejay Book, published by arrangement with the
Author.
Jacket art and endpaper art (collector's edition only) by
Leo and Diane Dillon
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be
reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means,
electronic or mechanical, including photocopying,
recording, or by any information storage or retrieval
system, without the express written permission of the
Publisher, except where permitted by law. For
information, contact Bluejay Books Inc., 130 West
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Forty-second Street,New York,New York ; 10036.
Manufactured in theUnited States of America
First Bluejay printing: February 1984
Library of Congress Cataloging in Publication Data
Vinge, Joan D.
World's end.
I. Title.
PS3572.I53W6 1984 8i3'-54 83-21374
ISBN: 0-5709-312-04468-3
ISBN 0-312-94469-1 (limed.)
for jim,
my dearest friend and severest critic . . .
who made me follow this journey to its end.
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"The mind of man is capable of anything--because everything
is in it, all the past as well as all the future."
Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness
"Nothing of him that cloth fade
But cloth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange."
William Shakespeare, The Tempest
"Shall I bring the prisoners to your office, Inspector?"
the voice from his desk speaker asked him.
And again, when he didn't answer, "Inspector
Gundhalinu?"
Gundhalinu turned away from the high window at
last, from the view of Foursgate shrouded in mist, the
rococo pattern of rain tracks on the glass. He had been
looking at the Pantheon; it was just visible from where
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his office lay, its multiple domes of azure and gold ceramic
half obscured by newer, more graceful structures.
He took an antique watch from his pocket, glancing
absently at the time . . . looking at the watch itself,
turning it over andover for the feel of its comfortable
familiarity in his hand. He sighed. The hour was getting
late--but not late enough that he could postpone this
final duty for another day.
Besides, he had no more days left. The ceremonies at
the Pantheon were due to begin today at sunset, and
they would drag on through half of tomorrow. Crowds
were gathering there already . . . gathering from all over
Number Four to see him. The thought made him grimace.
These were only the first of too many ceremonies
that he would have to wade through, like streams, on the
way to where he wanted to go.
He had put off the meaningless honors, the public
displays of adoration, for as long as possible, using his
wound and his weakness as excuses. But he had spent
JOAN D. VINGE
the hard-won privacy of his convalescence working
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obsessively, trying to put what was left of his personal
life in order before he became public property forever.
He knew what he would see if he faced himself in a
mirror; he had not gone near one since his release from
the hospital. But he had endured far worse things than
his own reflection too recently to let it bother him, or
stop him. There had been no time for weakness, or pain,
or doubt . . . there never would be again.
He moved back to his desk. His hand reached for the
speaker plate at last; hesitated, as more seconds slipped
by. The judgment he was about to pass was only a formality, a decision made weeks ago concerning an
act that
should have been done years ago. And yet... he needed
more time.
He touched the speaker-plate. "Ossidge. I'm still reviewing
the evidence. I'll let you know when I'm ready."
"Right, Inspector." There was no discernible emotion
in the disembodied voice, even though his sergeant had
been waiting for more than an hour down in the detention
wing. Ossidge was a phlegmatic lump, stolid and
unquestioning. Gundhalinu tried to imagine what Ossidge
would make of World's End, or what it would
make of him. The irresistible force and the immovable
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object. But then, he couldn't imagine that Ossidge
would ever even dream of making that trip; making the
Big Mistake. . . .
He dropped into the seductive softness of his desk
chair, letting it re-form around him. Just for a moment.
. . . Just for a moment adrenaline stopped spilling into
his bloodstream, and he was vulnerable. If he could only
close his eyes, empty his mind and meditate, have one
uninterrupted moment of peace, before . . . He pushed
himself up out of his seat angrily, wincing as the abrupt
motion hurt the half-healed wound on his side. He
WORLD S END
forced the pain out of his mind, as he had done over and
over again for the past month.
He needed this time, this final stolen hour, for something
more important than rest. So much had changed,
and was about to change, in his life. He needed time to
remember who he was.
He touched his belt buckle, pressing the hidden
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speaker button on its built-in recorder. The recorder had
a direct memory feed, which he had used when he had
kept the journal--to keep it private, pointless mental
digressions and all. But now he left it on voice, hearing
it mimic his own speech, the sounds familiar yet sufficiently
distorted to seem almost impersonal.
The voice said, "Today I arrived at World's End...."
He turned back to the window, frowning at the rain
tracks on the pane. Rain again. Doesn 't it ever stop? But he
knew the answer. No more than time does. He sat down on
the deep sill, resting his forehead against the glass, letting
the utter exhaustion of his body and mind hold him
there. He watched as his breath condensed into fog,
obliterating the present, and felt the empty room behind
him fill up with ghosts.
day i.
Today I arrived at World's End. It's still difficult
for me even to believe I'm thinking those words.
But I've decided to record everything I experience
here, as completely as possible. The notes of a reasonably
objective observer can only be an improvement
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摘要:

WORLD'SEND[071-142-066-4.6] By:JOAND.VINGE Category:FictionScienceFiction Synopsis: Volume2intheSnowQueenCycleNowatlast,JoanD.Vinge,bestsellingauthorofTheReturnoftheJediStorybook,returnstotheuniverseofheraward-winningSnowQueen,withanovelasdazzling,ascompelling,asthe"futureclassic"(ArthurC.Clarke).BZ...

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