The E. Hoffmann Price Fantasy & Science Fiction MEGAPACK®: 20 Classic Tales by E. Hoffmann Price

Author:E. Hoffmann Price [Price, E. Hoffmann]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: fantasy, adventure, short stories, pulp, science fiction
ISBN: 9781479424689
Publisher: Wildside Press LLC
Published: 2017-01-04T16:00:00+00:00

He said to the others, “We’re getting close, too close. Stay here! With my game leg ready to let me down, how the hell can I get away from you?”

He looked back again. Eileen had left her place. Explosions showered a fiery rain about her, driving her from what had been a safe spot. She stumbled and lurched to her knees.

“Fumes are getting her,” Harmon said. “But she’ll be all right when the wind changes.”

Kirby let out a strangled cry. “You told her—come on, Dirk! We’ve got to give her a hand!”

Harmon knew that his moment had come. He looked up toward the crater’s rim. “Agni Deva!” he called. “I’m coming back to take the way of fire—the way of no returning!”

As if to challenge him, there came from the thus-far quiet crater great plumes of flame, which rose and then bowed their crests. They lapped over the rim and down, reaching like many eager arms. The heat was such as Harmon had never imagined. The colors covered the entire range of the spectrum. There were bands of blankness, as though composed of colors that passed beyond what the human eye could perceive.

He stretched out both arms. He took another step and despite the blasting breath which reached far beyond the tips of a million wavering fingers he found the breath to call, “Agni Deva! I come to take the way of fire—the way of no returning!”

He fancied he could smell the scorching of his hair and his garments though he was not sure of this. But there was flame on his head. He took another step with legs fresh and strong and unwearied. “Agni Deva—I come to take…”

Then there was coolness and flame lapped him like rippling of water. Where there had been voids in the bands of color he now perceived the octaves beyond violet and the octaves below red—zone after zone, color after color for which he had no name, of which no human had ever had experience, even in dreams.

In that vortex of fire stood Agni Deva, all splendid and smiling. The first touch of her fingers, as he took her outstretched hand, was intolerably painful. He experienced at once heat and cold and shock of lightning. Then he was beside her and at ease.

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