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By Eric Flint, Virginia DeMarce

ISBN-10: 1416542531

ISBN-13: 9781416542537

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Publish 12 months note: First released October 2d 2007
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The Thirty Years warfare keeps to ravage seventeenth century Europe, yet a brand new strength is amassing energy and impression: the Confederated Principalities of Europe, an alliance among Gustavus Adolphus, King of Sweden, and the West Virginians from the twentieth century led via Mike Stearns who have been hurled centuries into the earlier by way of a mysterious cosmic accident.

The CPE has the information of twentieth century know-how, yet wishes iron and metal to make the machines. The iron mines of the higher Palatinate have been rendered inoperable by means of wartime harm, and American knowledge is required prompt to pump them out and get the steel flowing again--a challenge that might turn out extra advanced than someone expects. within the maelstrom that's Europe, even a twentieth century replica of the "Encyclopedia Britannica" can precipitate a quandary, while readers examine of the 1640 Portuguese riot, a hindrance that would contain Naples in addition. one other issue: Albanian exiles in Naples, encouraged by means of the american citizens, are plotting to get well misplaced Albanian turf, so that it will precipitate yet one more obstacle within the Balkans.

This bothered century used to be jam-packed with revolutions and plans for extra revolutions sooner than the americans arrived, and gave each would-be progressive an instance of a revolution that succeeded. Europe is a pot coming to a boil, and Mike Stearns could have his palms complete given that it doesn't boil over directly to Grantville and the CPE.

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Fra visse dyr (hunder, mus, katter, rotter) som er blinde, som har en tynn hinne av hud over øyet i flere dager, tilogmed uker, etter fødselen), dette øyet som umiddelbart, ved hjelp av sine tapper og staver, ser noe ingen siden husker: det aller første, rå synsinntrykket (som likevel, visstnok, kan gjenkalles ved hjelp av hypnose, men blir glemt igjen så snart hypnosen er opphevet) av smertende iys, som regel, i våre dager, i vårt samfunn, (som det heter, liksom vi eide våre dager og vårt samfunn), på et sykehus, bare i en annen avdeling enn der hvor de døende mister synssansen (i spesialiserte tilfeller: terminalavdelingen), omgitt av en for et ikke-kyndig øye nesten identisk teknologi.

O g her jeg sitter kan jeg se innsjøen, en rød plastbåt lyser som et cocktailbær, og bryter den lyse, nesten hvite stripen langs hele stranden (selve vannkanten mørknes ytterligere av at granklynger speiler seg i vannet), båndet, ikke egentlig av sand, men av klar stein og grus, dette hvite båndet som utvider seg til en slags kolle, en tange av nesten samme farve og form som et halvt jur, eller en rompeballe, bortsett fra treet på toppen, og jeg ser de dels lysere, dels mørkere flekkene av de badende mot skjellsanden (og det er skjellsand, ikke fin sand; muligens er dette opphav til den lokale ironis betegnelse på stedet: Tahiti) med teppene sine, og de blasse, forsommerbleke kroppene som myldrer langsomt (tilsynelatende, på grunn av avstanden) til og fra det kalde, altfor raskt gjennomstrømmende ferskvannet, i alle stadier av nedsenkning: noen bare med føttene fuktet, andre synlige som benløse overkropper, hodene over vannet må jeg nesten gjette meg til, de kan forveksles med solreflekser.

Snart, men ikke ennå. Kjerre- og vognhjulene har skåret igjennom det tynne, lintøysaktige snøfloret med parallelle, rustbrune striper; mellom dem er snøen kratret til av menneske- og hestesko, slik at veien en- kelte steder ligger nesten bar og b r u n , og på et slikt sted (eller kanskje e r d e t blitt slik av at dyret har stått og trippet på den samme kvadratmeteren ganske lenge) har han stanset hesten, og han sitter foran sekkene med varer på hestens lender, han vrir kroppen litt m o t høyre, med den venstre armen utstrakt, håndflaten o p p , en svingende gest man gjør for å understreke noe man sier; han henvender seg også tydelig til de t o fotgjengerne på veien nedenfor ham, to korte, tette skikkelser, liksom emballert, reivet, i de grove vinterklærne av ull og filt, en mann og en kvinne, begge med kurver på ryggen, ikke fylt med brenne, som man kanskje kunne t r o , men tydeligvis med varer, på vei tilbake fra landsbyen, for det må være innkjøringen til en iandsby; forbi det spissgavlede murhuset (som et falleferdig skur eller fjøs av værslitt tre støtter seg til) fører veien mot et svart kirketårn og noen diffuse tak, men det er for langt borte til å skjelnes i detalj.

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