Firstborn: a Time Odyssey 3 - Hardcover
Firstborn. A Time Odyssey: Book Three
"synopsis" may belong to another edition of this title.
About the Author:
ARTHUR C. CLARKE (1917-2008) wrote the novel and coauthored the screenplay for 2001: A Space Odyssey. He has been knighted by Her Majesty Elizabeth II and he is the only SF writer to be nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize. His fiction and nonfiction have sold more than one hundred million copies in print worldwide.
STEPHEN BAXTER is a trained engineer with degrees from Cambridge and Southampton Universities. He is the acclaimed author of the Manifold novels and Evolution and has won the British SF Award, the Locus Award, the Philip K. Dick Award, and the John W. Campbell Award, and he is a nominee for an Arthur C. Clarke Award.
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.:
STEPHEN BAXTER is a trained engineer with degrees from Cambridge and Southampton Universities. He is the acclaimed author of the Manifold novels and Evolution and has won the British SF Award, the Locus Award, the Philip K. Dick Award, and the John W. Campbell Award, and he is a nominee for an Arthur C. Clarke Award.
1: Bisesa
February 2069
It wasn’t like waking. It was a sudden emergence, a clash of cymbals. Her eyes gaped wide open, and were filled with dazzling light. She dragged deep breaths into her lungs, and gasped with the shock of selfhood.
Shock, yes. She shouldn’t be conscious. Something was wrong.
A pale shape swam in the air.
“Doctor Heyer?”
“No. No, Mum, it’s me.” That face came into focus a little more, and there was her daughter, that strong face, those clear blue eyes, those slightly heavy dark brows. There was something on her cheek, though, some kind of symbol. A tattoo?
“Myra?” She found her throat scratchy, her voice a husk. She had a dim sense, now, of lying on her back, of a room around her, of equipment and people just out of her field of view. “What went wrong?”
“Wrong?”
“Why wasn’t I put into estivation?”
Myra hesitated. “Mum—what date do you think it is?”
“2050. June fifth.”
“No. It’s 2069, Mum. February. Nineteen years later. The hibernation worked.” Now Bisesa saw strands of gray in Myra’s dark hair, wrinkles gathering around those sharp eyes. Myra said, “As you can see I took the long way round.”
It must be true. Bisesa had taken another vast, unlikely step on her personal odyssey through time. “Oh, my.”
Another face loomed over Bisesa.
“Doctor Heyer?”
“No. Doctor Heyer has long retired. My name is Doctor Stanton. We’re going to begin the full resanguination now. I’m afraid it’s going to hurt.”
Bisesa tried to lick her lips. “Why am I awake?” she asked, and she immediately answered her own question. “Oh. The Firstborn.” What could it be but them? “A new threat.”
Myra’s face crumpled with hurt. “You’ve been away for nineteen years. The first thing you ask about is the Firstborn. I’ll come see you when you’re fully revived.”
“Myra, wait—”
But Myra had gone.
The new doctor was right. It hurt. But Bisesa had once been a soldier in the British Army. She forced herself not to cry out.
February 2069
It wasn’t like waking. It was a sudden emergence, a clash of cymbals. Her eyes gaped wide open, and were filled with dazzling light. She dragged deep breaths into her lungs, and gasped with the shock of selfhood.
Shock, yes. She shouldn’t be conscious. Something was wrong.
A pale shape swam in the air.
“Doctor Heyer?”
“No. No, Mum, it’s me.” That face came into focus a little more, and there was her daughter, that strong face, those clear blue eyes, those slightly heavy dark brows. There was something on her cheek, though, some kind of symbol. A tattoo?
“Myra?” She found her throat scratchy, her voice a husk. She had a dim sense, now, of lying on her back, of a room around her, of equipment and people just out of her field of view. “What went wrong?”
“Wrong?”
“Why wasn’t I put into estivation?”
Myra hesitated. “Mum—what date do you think it is?”
“2050. June fifth.”
“No. It’s 2069, Mum. February. Nineteen years later. The hibernation worked.” Now Bisesa saw strands of gray in Myra’s dark hair, wrinkles gathering around those sharp eyes. Myra said, “As you can see I took the long way round.”
It must be true. Bisesa had taken another vast, unlikely step on her personal odyssey through time. “Oh, my.”
Another face loomed over Bisesa.
“Doctor Heyer?”
“No. Doctor Heyer has long retired. My name is Doctor Stanton. We’re going to begin the full resanguination now. I’m afraid it’s going to hurt.”
Bisesa tried to lick her lips. “Why am I awake?” she asked, and she immediately answered her own question. “Oh. The Firstborn.” What could it be but them? “A new threat.”
Myra’s face crumpled with hurt. “You’ve been away for nineteen years. The first thing you ask about is the Firstborn. I’ll come see you when you’re fully revived.”
“Myra, wait—”
But Myra had gone.
The new doctor was right. It hurt. But Bisesa had once been a soldier in the British Army. She forced herself not to cry out.
"About this title" may belong to another edition of this title.
- PublisherGollancz
- Publication date2008
- ISBN 10 0575083409
- ISBN 13 9780575083400
- BindingHardcover
- Edition number1
- Number of pages290
- Rating
Buy New
Learn more about this copy
US$ 51.30
Shipping:
US$ 4.00
Within U.S.A.
Other Popular Editions of the Same Title
Top Search Results from the AbeBooks Marketplace
Stock Image
Firstborn: a Time Odyssey 3
Seller:
Rating
Book Description Hardcover. Condition: new. New. Fast Shipping and good customer service. Seller Inventory # Holz_New_0575083409
Buy New
US$ 51.30
Convert currency
Stock Image
Firstborn: a Time Odyssey 3
Seller:
Rating
Book Description Hardcover. Condition: new. New. Seller Inventory # Wizard0575083409
Buy New
US$ 66.54
Convert currency
Stock Image
Firstborn: a Time Odyssey 3
Seller:
Rating
Book Description Hardcover. Condition: new. Brand New Copy. Seller Inventory # BBB_new0575083409
Buy New
US$ 69.54
Convert currency