On the Oceans of Eternity
S. M. Stirling
Language: English
Pages: 640
ISBN: 0451457803
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Ten years ago, inhabitants of the twentieth century and the Bronze Age were tossed together by the Event. But as two worlds converge, only one can be the victor in a battle to lead this strange new world.
these days to find out details, either. The monthly Ur Base Gazette was a feeble substitute. “He’s not exactly what I’d have expected, for the son of one of these absolute monarchs,” she said cautiously. “Of course, I’ve only met him a couple of times. Lots of ... ah ... presence.” They both knew what she meant; a maleness that blazed. Kathryn grinned. “Oh, yes indeed; smart, too, and likes new ideas. Did you know that his family have run Babylonia for nearly four hundred years? They foster
palace rooftop, scowling at the messenger. Beyond him the Greek herald bowed in his sea-stained tunic and fringed kilt, a tall brown-haired young man with a warrior’s supple strength, looking around with bright-eyed interest despite the haste that had brought him up from the docks without pause, and his ships all the way across the Middle Sea from Great Achaea to Iberia. He went to one knee for a moment, then stood and met the Tartessian ruler’s eyes: “Rejoice, my Lord King. I am Telemakhos son
decided he liked being a ranger more than being heir to the rahax of a Sun People tribe in what a later age would have called Kent. “Hi, Sue,” he went on. “Hey, couple of elk, eka? I’ll get it on the packhorses.” Not entirely a bad thing that he still thinks a little like a charioteer down deep, Giernas thought. Eddie had a bad case of what some of the older generation on Nantucket called the Spanish Toothache, particularly during his frequent quarrels with Jaditwara, but there wouldn’t be any
considerations and looking at the map pinned to the wall beside the small square window. “And there’s too damned few of us.” The square of heavy paper showed what would have been the Middle East and Balkans in the twentieth. Here it bore names that had once been familiar to him only from books. Most of central and eastern Anatolia was the Hittite Empire, and points west and south were vassal states linked to it by treaty. The domains of Pharaoh Ramses II sprawled up from Egypt through what he
and synthetics, none of which could be allowed anywhere as dangerous as Troy. What the Republic’s engineers and artisans could make instead was this 1930’s-style monstrosity—five times as big and with five times the power consumption and half the effectiveness of pre-Event electronics. But they could replace the handblown vacuum tubes, which they couldn’t do with the modern equipment. Meanwhile, the electricity came from a windmill, or squads on bicycle generators during calms. The sound of