"Sharon Green - Warrior Within" - читать интересную книгу автора (Green Sharon)

A Star Book
Published in 1983
by the Paperback Division of
W. H. Alien & Co. Ltd A Howard
& Wyndham Company 44 Hill Street,
London WiX 8LB
First published in the United States of America by Daw Books, Inc., 1982
Copyright © Sharon Green, 1982
Reproduced, printed and bound in Great Britain by
Hazell Watson & Viney Ltd, Aylesbury, Bucks
ISBN 0352 31240 8
DEDICATION
For Moishe, who started it all, and
for my father, who left too soon.
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall
not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold,
hired out or otherwise circulated without the
publisher's prior consent in any form of binding or
cover other than that in which it is published
and without a similar condition including this condition
being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.


* 1
The infernal banging had no trouble breaking through my
sleep. I wrapped the pillow around my head and that
drowned out most of it, but as soon as I drifted off to sleep
again my grip loosened, and the pillow was pushed aside by
the din.
"Fatherless son of a female trajg!" I snarled in Baldochi,
struggling out of the covers and to my feet. I didn't know
what time it was, but as far as I'm concerned, a racket like
that is a challenge day or night. I made it out of my bedroom
and down the ramp to the first floor, then headed for the
front door.
I caught a glimpse of myself as I passed the hall mirror,
and would have turned back if I hadn't been in such a foul
humor. My hair, unfashionably long and unf ashionably dark
brown, was hanging every which way, including over my
eyes. My yellow sleep suit was brief enough to earn me a ci-
tation from any peaceman alive, and I wasn't even wearing
any makeup. All in all a pretty outrageous sight, but I didn't
give a damn. I'd needed the sleep I'd lost, and somebody was
going to pay for it.
I was out into the sunshine before I realized it was there,
and I had to squeeze my eyes nearly shut to keep from being
blinded. The banging started again from my left, and I knew I'd
been right. Sandy Kemper was at it again, but this time he
wasn't going to get away with it. Tinkering belongs in the
privacy of your workshop, not in the public nervous system.