Neptune Crossing: Volume One of the Chaos Chronicles

Jeffery A. Carver

ISBN 10: 0312856407 / ISBN 13: 9780312856403

Edité par TOR, New York, 1994

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Détails bibliographiques

• Titre: Neptune Crossing: Volume One of the Chaos Chronicles
• Éditeur: TOR, New York
• Date de parution: 1994
• Langue: anglais
• ISBN à 10 chiffres: 0312856407
• ISBN à 13 chiffres: 9780312856403
• Reliure: Hardcover
• Illustrateur: Alan Gutierrez
• Édition: First Edition
• Impression: 1st Printing
• État de l'article: Near Fine
• État de la jaquette: Near Fine

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Survey pilot John Bandicut is ready for the worst when he sets out across the surface of Triton, his head spinning with silence fugue. But no way is he ready for the alien presence that is about to invade his mind, or for the winds of chaos set to blow through his life. Show Excerpt his suit. Next he lifted his arms, then his legs. No problem there. But when he attempted to push himself up to a sitting position, he found that he was glued in place, stuck to the ice. The pain hit him in the neck, as before, but this time it seemed an ache rather than a stabbing pain. A bruise, probably, from the suit collar. Good. Bruises he could handle; it was broken bones and spinal damage that scared him. He scissored his legs, trying to roll over. He might as well have tried rolling out from under an anvil. He gazed up at the ceiling, trying to evaluate his predicament. He had never been in a cavern quite like this before. The ceiling was a flawed bluish ice with a tinge of reddish-orange methane coloration. It was at least fifteen or twenty meters above him. The walls, also ice, were steep and slick. They were still wheeling around him, and it made him dizzy to try to focus on them for longer than a moment or two. Nevertheless, he glimpsed, as it revolved past, an almost vertical trough in th