The Alien Years
Robert Silverberg
Language: English
Pages: 428
ISBN: 0061050350
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
This major science fiction epic by an award-winning author tells the story of a California family and their struggle against a chillingly powerful alien presence. Radio features.
Cindy right in the front row. With her eyes as bright as a kid’s on Christmas morning. I was certain it was her.” “Porter Ranch, that’s up beyond Northridge, isn’t it? What would she have been doing out there early in the morning when she lives way to hell and gone east of there and south, the other side of Mulholland?” “The hair was just like hers, dark, cut in bangs. And big earrings, the hoops she always wears. —Well, maybe not. But I wouldn’t put it past her, going up to that mall to look
stately grace of the frail old woman that she was, eyes bright as ever, head held alertly forward, and took a seat next to Mark. “We’re talking about the assault on Prime,” Anson told her. “I’ve just explained to Steve that I intend to carry it out pretty much the same way as the first time, sending someone in to plant a bomb right against the side of Prime’s house. Or even inside it, if we can. This time Andy should be able to provide us with the precise location of Prime, and also the right
we just did? Knocking out Prime didn’t really achieve anything?” “For about ten minutes, it did. But what it looks like is that they have backup Primes. Which is something that Borgmann’s files didn’t tell me.” “No! Oh, Jesus, Andy! Jesus!” “Once I got the picture of what was going on in Los Angeles,” Andy said, “I went back in and hunted around and discovered that there’s evidently another Prime in London, and one in Istanbul, and the original one still in Prague. And more, maybe. They’re all
overflowed with love for her, and longing. Carmichael had never known anything about poetry before he had met her. He closed his eyes a moment and brought her onto the screen of his mind. Thick cascades of jet-black hair, quick dazzling smile, little slender tanned body all aglitter with those amazing rings and bead necklaces and pendants she designed and fashioned. And her eyes. No one else he knew had eyes like hers, bright with strange mischief, with that altogether original way of vision
this county actually works for LACON, isn’t that so?” “You might say so, yes.” “And therefore,” said Steve, with a sense that he was pitching himself off the edge of a high cliff, “you and your family work for LACON, and, since LACON is the human administrative arm of the alien occupying powers, therefore you all can be regarded as quis—as collaborators. Yes?” “Why are you grilling me like this, Steve?” Not at all indignant. Merely prompting him to speak the next line. As though she had