tailieunhanh - Key out of Time

There was a shading of rose in the pearl arch of sky, deepening at the horizon meeting of sea and air in a rainbow tint of cloud. The lazy swells of the ocean held the same soft color, darkened with crimson veins where spirals of weed drifted. A rose world bathed in soft sunlight, knowing only gentle winds, peace, and—sloth. Ross Murdock leaned forward over the edge of the rock ledge to peer down at a beach of fine sand, pale pink sand with here and there a glitter of a crystalline "shell"—or were those delicate, fluted ovals shells? Even the waves came in languidly. And the breeze. | feedboo is Key out of Time Norton Andre Alice Published 1963 Categorie s Fiction Science Fiction Source http 1 About Norton Andre Alice Norton February 17 1912 - March 17 2005 science fiction and fantasy author with some works of historical fiction and contemporary fiction was born Alice Mary Norton in Cleveland Ohio in the United States. She published her first novel in 1934. She was the first woman to receive the Gandalf Grand Master Award from the World Science Fiction Society in 1977 and she won the Damon Knight Memorial Grand Master Award from the SFWA in 1983. She wrote under the noms de plume Andre Norton Andrew North and Allen Weston. Source Wikipedia Also available on Feedbooks for Norton The Time Traders 1958 Galactic Derelict 1959 Star Born 1957 Plague Ship 1956 Star Hunter 1961 The Defiant Agents 1962 All Cats Are Gray 1953 Storm Over Warlock 1960 Rebel Spurs 1962 Voodoo Planet 1959 Copyright Please read the legal notice included in this e-book and or check the copyright status in your country. Note This book is brought to you by Feedbooks http Strictly for personal use do not use this file for commercial purposes. 2 Chapter 1 Lotus World There was a shading of rose in the pearl arch of sky deepening at the horizon meeting of sea and air in a rainbow tint of cloud. The lazy swells of the ocean held the same soft color darkened with crimson veins where spirals of weed drifted. A rose world bathed in soft sunlight knowing only gentle winds peace and sloth. Ross Murdock leaned forward over the edge of the rock ledge to peer down at a beach of fine sand pale pink sand with here and there a glitter of a crystalline shell or were those delicate fluted ovals shells Even the waves came in languidly. And the breeze which ruffled his hair smoothed about his sun-browned half-bare body caressed it did not buffet on its way inland to stir the growths which the Terran settlers called trees but which possessed long lacy fronds .