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Darrow jest Czerwonym, przedstawicielem najniższej kasty w zhierarchizowanym według kolorów społeczeństwie przyszłości. Czerwoni harują od świtu do zmierzchu, święcie przekonani, że ich wysiłki mają na celu przystosowanie powierzchni Marsa do zamieszkania przez przyszłe pokolenia. Darrow pracuje chętnie, bo wierzy, że jego krew i pot przyczyniają się do powstania lepszego świata, w którym żyć będą jego dzieci. Czerwoni padli jednak ofiarą zdrady: Darrow odkrywa, że Mars jest ...

Marion Shaw wychowała się w slumsach, gdzie ubóstwo było wszystkim, co znała. Mimo ogromnej tęsknoty za opuszczeniem nędznego miasta nie ma nadziei na ucieczkę, aż do dnia, w którym dostrzega w gazecie osobliwe ogłoszenie o poszukiwaniu krwiopanny.Choć niewiele wie o dalekiej Północy, gdzie bogaci szlachcice żyją w luksusie i piją krew młodych służących, Marion zgłasza się na to stanowisko. W ciągu kilku dni staje się nową krwiopanną w cieszącym się złą sławą Domu Pożądania. ...

Brawurowa historia, która nie przejdzie bez echa w świecie miłośników fantastyki i fanów detektywistycznych tajemnic!Jakim cudem detektyw, uparcie zwący się tropicielem, odnosi takie sukcesy?Gdy władze miasta Tin-Leve zlecają Kavlowi wyjątkowo trudne zadanie, ten radzi sobie znakomicie. Detektyw nie wie jednak, że to wyłącznie test, wstęp do ważniejszej misji. Tym razem będzie musiał wykorzystać swoje niespotykane umiejętności przeciwko Kościołowi Żywych, organ...

Doskonale przekonuje się o tym pisarka, Olga Małecka, która odrzuca zaloty jednego z nich i ściąga na siebie klątwę. Niedługo potem w życiu Olgi zaczynają pojawiać się idealni mężczyźni, których pierwowzory wykreowała w swoich powieściach. Przy ich pomocy demon próbuje doprowadzić do tego, by pisarka stała się jego własnością. Jednak ona nie zamierza się łatwo poddać i rozpoczyna walkę, której stawką jest jej dusza. Chociaż Asmodeusz czuje na karku oddech polującej na n...

Rok 2030. Zmiany na świecie zaszły tak szybko, że ludzie przestali je rozumieć. Po Dniu Osobliwości, w którym sztuczna inteligencja udowodniła swoją przewagę nad człowiekiem, ludzie dobrowolnie oddali jej rządy nad światem. Internet został ograniczony, samochody stały się zbędnymi muzealiami, a w telewizji pozostały tylko trzy kanały. W tym świecie żyje Adam, na którego codzienność składa się bezsensowna praca i samotne popołudnia. Kiedy mężczyzna postanawia zakończyć dł...

„Na chwiejnych nogach” to trzecia część przygód uwielbianego przez czytelników, upadłego rycerza, Ulricha von Bauma! Pogromca żyłaka i właściciel niesfornej grzywki w typowy dla siebie sposób popada w tarapaty, z których wychodzi zwycięsko tylko dzięki szczęściu, przypadkowi oraz… niewybrednym trunkom. Tym razem rycerz musi powstrzymać krucjatę wściekłego hrabiego Leibnitza, uratować karczmę przed najazdem łupacza, a także uwolnić się z jaskini i przy okazji nie dać się...

DOSKONALE NAPISANY, NIEPOKOJĄCO AKTUALNY, ODKRYTY NA NOWO KLEJNOT BRYTYJSKIEJ LITERATURY. Zachwycająca książka, na przemian zabawna i tragiczna. (…) Zgrabnie przechodzi od skrajnej rozpaczy do starego, dobrego angielskiego stoicyzmu. Czysta magia. - Jeff Noon. Tysiąc lat po upadku cywilizacji zachodniej pionierska ekspedycja Królewskiego Towarzystwa Abisynii bada Wyspę Brytyjską. Znajduje tam rękopis, którego autorem jest Edgar Hopkins. Ten były nauczyciel i dumny hodowca...

Set against a Florida background, this story tells of the adventures of Bill Picton and his young companions who trail a gang of moonshiners through the steaming, sluggish swamp-lands. Fitzgordon had never in his life before been in a tropical swamp, and the very first thing he did was to get both feet tangled in a coil of tough bamboo vine, and come down flat on his face on the wet black „muck.” The stuff was like rotten sponge, and just as full of water as it would hold. Wh...

Winter closed early over the great desert of the Northwest, and the first dense snow lay on the banks and covered dark trees with a white mantle. Ice formed under the river banks, and its huge layers crumbled under the sound of a choking stern wheel and rattled like broken glass on a track. In the snowy forest thickets, neither human dwellings nor living creatures were visible. The still air was bitter from the frost, and a dull red sun fell behind the distant hills.

„Short and stout as he was, Pip could handle a boat with any man, and the speed with which he got the sail up and tied down the reef points was worth watching. As he finished, the great arch of cloud swept over the sun, wiping, out its bright light. Then with a roar the wind was on them”.

„As the great ’plane roared through the upper air, young Monty Vince sat with his eyes glued to the thick glass window of her enclosed body, and watched the sea of clouds lying like a pearly floor far below. Every nerve in his body tingled with excitement and triumph, for even he, small as was his experience, knew that this first flight of his brother’s new machine was a magnificent success”.

The early summer morning was warm and very quiet, and the only sound in the bare, barn-like room was the slow sucking of waves at the foot of the granite cliff on which it was built. On the table in the center of the room was a wireless device with five valves, the wires through which passed through the roof. Two thin cords dangled near the wires, the lower ends of which were within the reach of Jim Selvin, a tall, slender boy with a sharp face, who was sitting with headphone...

Peter Carr, with his usual skills, scattered flies through blazing puddles. And yet not a single fish moved, nor did the slightest rise reward him for all his efforts. Peter walked many miles that day, and the prospect of a quiet evening over the blazing peat fire was clearly pleasant. But before he walked another quarter of a mile, he was awakened by his pleasant reverie of a piercing call for help.

Peter slowly rose to the top. He was in a blue twill suit, his brown shoes were old but well polished, and his soft gray hat looked like a hundred others. If someone tried to watch him, they would take him for a city clerk, enjoying a quiet walk to get that little fresh air that moved on this sinister hot night.

The cold drizzle made Plymouth unhappy, and it was with a sigh of relief that Bruce Carey exchanged the greasy, dirty platform of North Road Station for the warm, well-lit comfort of a first-class night mail coupe for London. At first he thought that he would have a car, but when the train was getting ready to start, a man jumped into it and fell on the seat opposite Bruce. He was breathing heavily, as if running, and Bruce, looking at him, was struck by the expression on his...

Four years of hard work under the tropical sun, a young American invested in this place. He, Dick, had been on it for a whole year. He knew how Dudley liked it, and knew perfectly well that it would be unpleasant for him to refuse him. What was his business when Dudley so quietly perceived all this?

This old science fiction novel, Bridges, describes the Earth, largely devastated and devastated by terrible unrest in the solar system. The story tells about the adventures of seven people sailing in a wonderful airship of the future. There is a mortal battle between the two scientists: one is trying to build a new and better world on the ruins of the old, the other is a villain fighting to create a system that will finally destroy what remains on Earth.

The bottom of the gorge was filled with old lava, black and fragile, like bottle glass, but the rocks that endlessly rose on both sides on an African night were made of limestone. Everything was still like death. Even the jackal did not cry under the stars. For a while no sound was heard except for the gentle shuffling of Nick’s legs as he slowly descended the steep slope. The darkness was terribly frightening for others, but Nick knew the way, and they unconditionally truste...

The boy knew all too well that his father was fighting to preserve the farm. The land was poor and they had three bad seasons. Unable to even pay for the labor, the farmer Holt and his seventeen-year-old son did almost all the work themselves, and sometimes it was hard work. They would not have known their neighbors, but the beasts themselves in the stables and stables lived better than Holt and his son.

The roar of the pampero rattling above the chimneys of the solidly built Estancia drowned the rumble, but the sound was loud enough for Jock and Ned Burnie to jump from their chairs by the fire and run out of the room. At the foot of the stairs on the floor of broken clay lay an old man in a magnificent frame. Jock first got to him and leaned over him.

This spring was the most treasured possession of Kurt, since without him there could not have been a trout farm that gave him life. There was never a day when he did not inspect it, and it was very fashionable to keep a thermometer in it to see that the temperature does not change. He never knew a change of more than four degrees – from thirty-eight degrees to forty-two. When he picked up the thermometer, he noticed a flicker of white in the dark jaws of spring. Something ros...

Jim was a tall boy, taller than Bart and probably a year older, and would have looked nice if not for his conceited expression. His hair was black as ink, he had very dark eyes, and his skin was darker than that of an ordinary Englishman. Behind him was a small plump guy who looked like a groom or nursery. The new arrival looked at his dogs, then turned to Bart.

Fat Mr. Horner might have changed his mind if he could have watched Gilbert’s face as he drove his rattling old motorcycle over the bridge and climbed the steep slope beyond. The young man’s lips were clenched and his eyes were hard. These weekly trips to Taverton were the only gap in the deadly monotony of life in the works of Carnaby Clay, and he hated to return there, like a boy hates to return to school.