Phillip José Farmer - The Stone God Awakens

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MILLIONS OF YEARS HENCE . . .

The Earth was desolated. Fiery winds wrapped it. The polar caps had melted, and

earthquakes, exploding volcanoes, and crumbling coastal masses had changed the face

of what land was left.

There was no explanation for what had happened or for what had caused the global

holocaust. Possibly, the huge luminous teardrops that tore through the smoke covering

the seared earth were the cause. But there was no one to explain. . . .

The teardrops appeared again and hovered . . . for a while. None took any action, except

one: it loosed energy bolts that burned out the little tree containing the forty survivors of

homo sapiens.

PHILIP JOSÉ FARMER

has also written :

BEHIND THE WALLS OF TERRA

LORD OF THE TREES

THE MAD GOBLIN

THE WIND WHALES OF ISHMAEL

THE

STONE GOD

AWAKENS

Philip José Farmer

v1.0

Scanned and Proofed

by Neugaia (#Bookz)

[30/04/2002]

ace books

A Division of Charter Communications Inc.

A GROSSET & DUNLAP COMPANY

360 Park Avenue South

New York, New York 10010

THE STONE GOD AWAKENS

First Ace printing: November 1970

Second Ace printing: July 1973

Third Ace printing: February 1979

Printed in U.S.A.

He awoke and did not know where he was.

Flames were crackling fifty feet away. Wood-smoke stung his nose and brought tears.

Somewhere men were shouting and screaming.

Just as his eyes had opened, he had seen a piece of plastic falling from under his arms,

which had been extended before him. Something struck his knees lightly, slid down his

legs, and fell onto a stone disk beneath him.

He was sitting on a chair—his desk chair. The chair was on the seat of a huge throne

carved out of granite, and the throne was on a round stone platform. There were dark

brown-red stains on the stone. The thing that had fallen was a section of the desk on

which he had been leaning when he had passed out.

He was in one end of a large building of gigantic logs, wooden pillars, and huge overhead

beams. Flames leaped along the wall toward him. The roof at the other end had just caved

in, and the smoke was carried away by a vagary of the wind. He could see the sky

outside. It was black, and then, far off, lightning flashed. About fifty yards away, lit by the

flames, was a hill. On top of the hill were the silhouettes of trees. Fully leafed trees.

A moment ago, it had been winter. The deep snows had been piled around the buildings

of the research centre outside Syracuse, New York.

The smoke curled back and blocked off his view. The flames leaped higher and outward

toward the many long tables and benches and the thick pillars supporting the roof. These

looked like totem poles with their weird carved heads, one on top of the other. The tables

held dishes, beakers and some simple utensils. A pitcher, turned over, had spilled a dark

liquid onto the nearest table.

He stood up and coughed as smoke tentacled around his head. He got down off the seat

of the huge throne, which, now that it was lit by the approaching flames, was revealed as

a red and black quartz-shot granite. Bewildered, he looked around. He could see the edge

of a partly open door—a two-sectioned door or gate—and outside were more flames and

bodies struggling, swaying, falling, and more shouts and screams.

He would have to get out of here before the smoke or the flames overcame him, but he

also did not like running out into the battle. He crouched on the stone platform and then

stepped down onto the hard earthen floor of the hall.

A weapon. He needed a weapon. He felt in his jacket pocket and came out with the

switchblade. He pressed the button, and the six-inch blade shot out. It was illegal to carry

a knife of this length in New York of 1985, but if a man wanted to defend himself in 1985,

he had to do some illegal things.

He walked swiftly through the smoke, still coughing, and reached the two swinging

batwing doors. He got down on his knees and looked underneath, since the top of the

gate was over his head.

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MILLIONSOFYEARSHENCE...TheEarthwasdesolated.Fierywindswrappedit.Thepolarcapshadmelted,andearthquakes,explodingvolcanoes,andcrumblingcoastalmasseshadchangedthefaceofwhatlandwasleft.Therewasnoexplanationforwhathadhappenedorforwhathadcausedtheglobalholocaust.Possibly,thehugeluminousteardropsthattorethr...

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