The First Chronicles of Amber: Nine Princes in Amber, the Guns of Avalon, Sign of the Unicorn, the Hand of Oberon, the Courts of Chaos by Roger Zelazny & Ron Walotsky

Author:Roger Zelazny & Ron Walotsky
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9780739407004
Publisher: Science Fiction Book Club Collection
Published: 1999-01-14T23:00:00+00:00

VIII

Out of every life a little blood must spill. Unfortunately, it was my turn again, and

it felt like more than a little. I was lying, doubled up, on my right side, both arms

clutching at my middle. I was wet, and every now and then something trickled along

the creases of my belly. Front, lower left, just above the beltline, I felt like a casually

opened envelope. These were my first sensations as consciousness came around

again. And my first thought was, "What is he waiting for?" Obviously, the coup de

grace had been withheld. Why?

I opened my eyes. They had taken advantage of whatever time had elapsed to

adjust themselves to the darkness. I turned my head. I did not see anyone else in the

room with me. But something peculiar had occurred and I could not quite place it. I

closed my eyes and let my head fall back to the mattress once more.

Something was wrong, yet at the same time right..

The mattress..Yes, I was lying on my bed. I doubted my ability to have gotten

there unassisted. But it would be absurd to knife me and them help me to bed.

My bed..It was my bed, yet it was not.

I squeezed my eyes tight. I gritted my teeth. I did not understand. I knew that my

thinking could not be normal there on the fringes of shock, my blood pooling in my

guts and then leaking out. I tried to force myself to think clearly. It was not easy.

My bed. Before you are fully aware of anything else, you are aware whether you

are awakening in your own bed. And I was, but --

I fought down an enormous impulse to sneeze, because I felt it would tear me

apart. I compressed my nostrils and breathed in short gasps through my mouth. The

taste, smell and feel of dust was all about me.

The nasal assault subsided and I opened my eyes. I knew then where I was. I did

not understand the why and how of it, but I had come once more to a place I had

never expected to see again.

I lowered my right hand, used it to raise myself.

It was my bedroom in my house. The old one. The place which had been mine

back when I was Carl Corey. I had been returned to Shadow, to that world heavy

with dust. The bed had not been made up since the last time I had slept in it, over

half a decade before. I knew the state of the house fully, having looked in on it only a

few weeks earlier.

I pushed myself further, managed to slide my feet out over the edge of the bed

and down. Then I doubled up again and sat there. It was bad.

While I felt temporarily safe from further assault, I knew that I required more

than safety just then. I had to have help, and I was in no position to help myself. I

was not even certain how much longer I might remain conscious. So I had to get

down and get out. The phone would be dead, the nearest house was not too close by.

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