（外文电子版资料）Robert Metzger - Planet of the Dolphins.pdf

file:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Metzger-PlanetOfDolphins.txt ROBERT A. METZGER - Planet Of The Dolphins Herman didnt want to die. The only sounds in the alley were the whisperings of rats and the distant yowl of a cat in heat. But Herman could hear things that werent quite there -- the beating of waves on a distant shore, the scream of a cart wheeling gull, the swish of kelp rolling in the swells, and always the whale songs. The songs filled his head. They were evil, angry songs. And there was no escaping them. Ill call the cops on you if you dont pay your bill! screamed a distant voice. Herman didnt care. Not paying for three stale doughnuts and a cup of coffee which had tasted like burnt thirty-weight was of little consequence as compared to what he faced in the alley -- for what waited for him just around the corners of time and space. He knelt down and pushed his back up against the alleys brick wall, all the while knowing that it offered absolutely no safety. But old reflexes died hard. Brick and mortar were no obstacle to the things that could twist reality. His hands shook. His stomach groaned. Ishmael! he screamed. There was no reply. But he hadnt really expected one. Ishmael would only act at the last possible moment. That is, if he acted at all. Ugly son of a bitch, he whispered. Herman sniffed the air. The salty-seaweed tang was unmistakable. The ozone stink of dimensions ripping apart was suddenly oppressive. He shook all over and pissed in his pants. It didnt matter. Herman looked up at the band of night sky above him, at the dim stars and the neon glow. The Strip was less than three blocks away, and just beyond that was Aqualand. Hed gotten too close. And now he was going to pay for that. file:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Metzger-PlanetOfDolphins.txt (1 of 17)22-1-2007 23:07:57 file:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Metzger-PlanetOfDolphins.txt Ishmael? he screamed again as the sky above him shifted, filling with diamond motes and rainbow e