Chains

出版者:Tor Books

作者:Douglas Scott

页数:0

出版时间:1985-12

价格:USD 3.95

装帧:Paperback

isbn号码:9780812588408

Chisholm surfaced from the whirling blackness to a dazzle of

eye-burning light. He blinked painfully: the glare making his

eyeballs smart as he tried to focus his vision and collect his

fragmented wits.

His mind-like his lead-heavy eyes-hunted fitfully for a

reassuring sign of reality somewhere in that assailing bright-

ness. A full minute passed before he could keep his eyes wide

enough open to identify the source of light. A single electric

bulb was socketed high in the ceiling above him. It glared at

him like a Cyclopean eye: unwinking, mesmeric, dulling his

sluggish brain.

Chisholm tried to move. His limbs and body did not obey.

His muscles received the feeble signals triggered by his slowly

stirring mind but were incapable of immediate response. His

flesh seemed to be made of jelly.

He tried again to move. This time the effort succeeded.

La c ng pa n tore at h s r ght arm, racing from shoulder socket

to wrist and back again in lightning currents. The base of his

spine felt as ifa steel spike had been driven into the bone and

permanently lodged there. Chisholm cried out. His whole body

jerked as the involuntary sound exploded from his lips. And

with the contortion of his body came another sound: a metallic

clinking, consequent to every spasmodic movement

The pain brought remembrance of where he was. His wrists

and ankles were fettered, with chains running to eye-bolts in

the wall of the stone cell where he lay. The steel bands

encircling his limbs had chafed the skin bloody and raw below

the black serge of his trouser-legs and at his unprotected wrists.

The pare at the base of his spine and in his racked shoulder-