The Fata Morgana
Doomed
Paradise
The ancient tales of European Man, carefully recorded by
pious monks and hedge wizards alike, are insistent about the Western
Isles. One of the tales of Doubting Thomas, the apostle, has it that he
Christianized these islands and stayed there until the end of his days.
The Arthurian legends clearly state that Arthur's father, Uther, came
from the Western Isles.
Ancient and Medieval maps agree in showing them as being
off the Western Coast of France. Lyonnesse was a part of the Western
Islands, as was the City of Ys, Avalon, and the Land of Dahout.
Up until the time of the First Crusade, there are
records of pilgrims visiting the Holy sites of the Western Islands. The
remains of mercantile records of those days hint of trade with the
islands of the west. Irish records and legends, which are generally
regarded as reliable back to preChristian times, have many references to
great floating islands being pushed by ocean currents and winds alike
past the Emerald Isle, and sometimes becoming snagged there for a time.
The Icelandic Eddas make similar references.
Modern sailors and travelers sometimes sight great, many
tiered cities near the ocean's horizon, but these people are rarely
believed. It is easier for modern, technocentric man to believe in an
optical illusion, the Fata Morgana.
This book is about two modern, hardheaded engineers who
find the Western Islands.
"When I teach science fiction, I use
Frankowski's books as an example of how to do it right."
—Gene Wolfe
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Leo Frankowski is widely known for the extremely popular
"Cross-Time Engineer" series, which has gone through six
novels to date, with translated editions in Italy, Spain, and Poland. He
is also the author of Copernick's Rebellion, a novel of a
future based on a revolution in the biological sciences, of which The
SF Site writes, "I have never read anything as original as Copernick's
Rebellion . . . [it's] on my top 10 list." His most recent
novel is A Boy and His Tank (Baen). Frankowski was nominated
for the John W. Campbell award for best new writer. He has held more
than a hundred different positions, ranging from scientist in an
electro-optical research lab to chief engineer to company president. His
work in chemical and optical instrumentation has earned him several
patents. Currently a writer and consulting engineer, he lives in
Sterling Heights, Michigan.
Illustration by Gary Ruddell.
Cover design by Carol Russo Design.
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Hardcover
Paperback
This is a work of fiction. All the characters and
events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to real
people or incidents is purely coincidental.
First paperback printing, July 2000
Distributed by Simon & Schuster
1230 Avenue of the Americas
New York, NY 10020
Printed in the United States of America
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ISBN: 0-671-57876-6
Copyright © 1999 by Leo A. Frankowski
All rights reserved, including the right to
reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form.
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DEDICATION
This book is dedicated to my father,
Leo Stanley Frankowski
1921-1965
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
A lot of good people helped me out by proofreading this book, and by giving me many valuable suggestions. Special thanks go to L. Warren Douglas, Alan G. Greenberg, Gilbert Parker, Tom and Jane Devlin, and Mike Hubble, who has a habit of quoting my books back at me, chapter and verse.
PUMMEL IN THE TUNNEL
I first noticed that something was definitely wrong when somebody hit me in the back of the head with a club.
I went flying down on my knees and elbows, slapped the ground, yelled, and came up on the bounce, smashing someone's testicles in the process.
A whole platoon of thugs was pouring out of a small doorway in the side of the tunnel. I caught a wall with one hand while swinging with the other, and then there were other things to do. It seemed like I was surrounded by dozens of the bastards!
In the movies, the hero can take on vast numbers of bad guys because the stunt men have the courtesy to come at him one at a time. That way, he only has to fight one opponent at a time, ten times in a row. If your enemies have any brains and coordination at all, they will mob you, all of them at once, and then you will go down, no matter how good you are. At best, you might take out one or two before you are deleted.
My opponents seemed to have neither brains nor coordination, but they did have enthusiasm, and there were an awful lot of them. Also, even waiting in line takes a certain amount of coordination, and for these idiots, fighting seemed to be a series of random events. Once, apparently by accident, four of them came at me at once, and I had to drop and roll. Fortunately, they weren't bright enough to know what to do to me once I was down. I was up again in a hurry, and dancing around.
I swear that there were at least fifteen of them on me alone. Against odds like that, you fight to win, without thinking about the damage, jail time, or lawsuits you might be generating. I've always been partial to knees. Knees are low and easy to get to without the flashy, dangerous, high kicks that some of the other good targets require. Also, knees break easily, they put your opponent down fast, and barring modern surgery, they generally don't heal properly for years, if they heal at all.
I guess I broke a lot of knees that night.
BAEN BOOKS by LEO A. FRANKOWSKI
A Boy and His Tank
The Fata Morgana
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