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Review: Comlete Amber

Comlete Amber
 
Autor: Roger Zelazny
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ISBN:0380809060 (engl.)

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Wertung: 4 von 7 Nur Abenteuergeschichten.


Alle 10 Amber Bücher in einem Band, das ist Lesestoff für die nächsten paar Monate. Die Idee mit der Hauptwelt (Amber) und den beliebig vielen Parallelwelten, die man durch die Schatten erreicht, ist wirklich hervorragend und enthält sehr viel Potential. Der Beginn des ersten Romans liest sich zuerst gar nicht wie ein Fantasy Roman, zusammen mit Corwin versuchen wir zu entschlüsseln, wer oder was Amber überhaupt ist. Langsam entfaltet sich die Geschichte um Macht, Zauberei und Intrigen - und der Kampf gegen das Chaos selbst.

Billiger kommt man nicht an den Zyklus und obwohl es sich nur um Abenteuerliteratur handelt, sind es ungemein gut geschriebene Abenteuergeschichten. Insbesondere für jüngere Leser empfehlenswert!

Anmerkung: Das Buch zerfällt leider schon beim Lesen, obwohl ich sehr vorsichtig bin. Die Bindung scheint sehr schlecht zu sein. :-(


Romanauszug

It was starting to end, after what seemed most of eternity to me.

I attempted to wriggle my toes, succeeded. I was sprawled there in a hospital bed and my legs were done up in plaster casts, but they were still mine.

I squeezed my eyes shut, and opened them, three times.

The room grew steady.

Where the hell was I?

Then the fogs were slowly broken, and some of that which is called memory returned to me. I recalled nights and nurses and needles. Every time things would begin to clear a bit, someone would come in and jab me with something. That's how it had been. Yes. Now, though, I was feeling halfway decent. They'd have to stop.

Wouldn't they?

The thought came to assail me: Maybe not.

Some natural skepticism as to the purity of all human motives came and sat upon my chest. I'd been over-narcotized, I suddenly knew. No real reason for it, from the way I felt, and no reason for them to stop now, if they'd been paid to keep it up. So play it cool and stay dopey, said a voice which was my worst, if wiser, self.

So I did.

A nurse poked her head in the door about ten minutes later, and I was, of course, still sacking Z's. She went away.

By then, I'd reconstructed a bit of what had occurred.

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