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Yesterday House: With linked Table of Contents
Yesterday House: With linked Table of Contents
Yesterday House: With linked Table of Contents
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Yesterday House: With linked Table of Contents

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Jack Berry is told not to take his boat out into deep waters. But as any young man who has been told not to do a thing would, he does it anyway and discovers an island. When exploring the island he meets a beautiful young woman named Mary. She lives with her aunts on the island and has never been to the mainland. Mary is convinced that it's the year 1933. Jack is sure she's just been misinformed and plans to prove to her that it's many years later than that. But is he right?
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Release dateFeb 12, 2016
ISBN9781515403722
Yesterday House: With linked Table of Contents
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Fritz Leiber

Fritz Leiber (1910–1992) was the highly acclaimed author of numerous science fiction stories and novels, many of which were made into films. He is best known as creator of the classic Lankhmar fantasy series. Leiber has won many awards, including the coveted Hugo and Nebula, and was honored as a lifetime Grand Master by the Science Fiction Writers of America.

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    Yesterday House - Fritz Leiber

    Yesterday House

    by Fritz Leiber

    Cover Image © Can Stock Photo Inc. / Gaborturcsi

    Positronic Publishing

    PO Box 632

    Floyd VA 24091

    ISBN 13: 978-1-5154-0372-2

    First Positronic Publishing Edition

    10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

    Table of Contents

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    III

    IV

    V

    VI

    VII

    I

    The narrow cove was quiet as the face of an expectant child, yet so near the ruffled Atlantic that the last push of wind carried the Annie O. its full length. The man in gray flannels and sweatshirt let the sail come crumpling down and hurried past its white folds at a gait made comically awkward by his cramped muscles. Slowly the rocky ledge came nearer. Slowly the blue V inscribed on the cove’s surface by the sloop’s prow died. Sloop and ledge kissed so gently that he hardly had to reach out his hand.

    He scrambled ashore, dipping a sneaker in the icy water, and threw the line around a boulder. Unkinking himself, he looked back through the cove’s high and rocky mouth at the gray-green scattering of islands and the faint dark line that was the coast of Maine. He almost laughed in satisfaction at having disregarded vague warnings and done the thing every man yearns to do once in his lifetime—gone to the farthest island out.

    He must have looked longer than he realized, because by the time he dropped his gaze the cove was again as glassy as if the Annie O. had always been there. And the splotches made by his sneaker on the rock had faded in the hot sun. There was something very unusual about the quietness of this place. As if time, elsewhere hurrying frantically, paused here to rest. As if all changes were erased on this one bit of Earth.

    The man’s lean, melancholy face crinkled into a grin at the banal fancy. He turned his back on his new friend, the little green sloop, without one thought for his nets and specimen bottles, and set out to explore. The ground rose steeply at first and the oaks were close, but after a little way things went downhill and the leaves thinned and he came out on more rocks—and realized that he hadn’t quite gone to the farthest one out.

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    Joined to this island by a rocky spine, which at the present low tide would have been dry but for the spray, was another green, high island that the first had masked from him all the while he had been sailing. He felt a thrill of discovery, just as he’d wondered back in the woods whether his might not be the first human feet to kick through the underbrush.

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