“10:30 A.M. local, and the sun was high in the sky and blazing over the great Rock of the Acropolis. Vicki yawned and stretched again. She had had, oh, maybe six, six-and-a-half hours’ sleep? The same for Richard. It was almost time to wake him up. While he didn’t particularly like being awakened, neither did he care to sleep too long. He had begun lately to complain that things “passed him by” while he was asleep. In any case, now would be a good and sensible time. He was night-maring again and... had started to moan. She had heard him mention Schroeder and Koenig, and he had cursed once or twice. His temperature was up, too; sweat gleamed on his brow and in the hollow of his collar bones; he shook his head from side to side as if seeking a way out of some terrible predicament. Yes, she should wake him. After all, he had awakened her, with his tossing and turning. “Liar!” the word suddenly gurgled from between his clenched teeth, seemingly in denial of Vicki’s last thought. And: “Falling!MoreLessRead More Read Less
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