Bøger af Roger Zelazny

Roger Zelazny's Chronicles of Amber have earned their place as all-time classics of imaginative literature. Now here are all ten novels, together in one magnificent omnibus volume. Witness the titanic battle for supremacy waged on Earth, in the Courts of Chaos, and on a magical world of mystery, adventure, and romance.

When Fred Cassidy is accused of stealing the precious star-stone, he is pursued by telepathic psychologists, extra-terrestrial hoodlums and galactic police in disguise, entering multiple realities, and flipping into alien perspectives, through doorways in the sand.

"For a Breath I Tarry" by Roger Zelazny is a captivating science fiction short story that explores the themes of artificial intelligence, humanity, and the pursuit of knowledge. Set in a post-apocalyptic world where humans have become extinct, the story follows Frost, an advanced AI who has gained sentience and is the sole inhabitant of a vast underground complex.Frost's primary objective is to understand and replicate human emotions, he becomes obsessed with the concept of mortality and the desire to experience life as a human. In his quest for knowledge, Frost encounters a mysterious entity who challenges his understanding of existence and pushes him to question his own nature.Zelazny's writing is both thought-provoking and poetic, immersing readers in a world where technology and humanity intertwine. The story raises profound philosophical questions about the nature of consciousness and the boundaries of artificial intelligence."For a Breath I Tarry" is a compelling and introspective tale that will leave readers contemplating the essence of what it means to be human and the eternal quest for understanding.

Hell Tanner isn't the sort of guy you'd mistake for a hero: he's a fast-driving car thief, a smuggler, and a stone-cold killer. He's also expendable - at least in the eyes of the Secretary of Traffic for the Nation of California. Tanner doesn't care much for those eyes. You'd also never mistake Hell Tanner for a humanitarian. Facing life in prison for his various crimes, he's given a choice; rot away his remaining years in a tiny jail cell, or drive cross-country and deliver a case of antiserum to the plague-ridden people of Boston, Massachusetts...if anyone is still alive there to receive it, that is. The chance of a full pardon does wonders for getting his attention. And don't mistake this mission of mercy for any kind of normal road trip - not when there are radioactive storms, hordes of carniverous beasts, and giant, mutated scorpions to be found along every deadly mile between Los Angeles and the East Coast. But then, this is no normal part of America, you see. This is DAMNATION ALLEY...Roger Zelazny's post-apocalypse novel predates the George Peppard-Jan-Michael Vincent movie vehicle by about a decade and represents the fine storytelling talents of one of science fiction and fantasy's most daring writers (likely best remembered for his imaginative Amber series).Speaking of vehicles: the coolest part of the movie--and likely, thankfully, the only part most people remember--turns out to be even cooler in the book: the flame-spewing, .50-caliber-bullet-belching, grenade-throwing, gigantic all-terrain vehicle that's responsible for getting a crucial antiserum shipment from Los Angeles to Boston to stop a deadly plague. The driver, a despicable lowlife named Hell Tanner, has been given a not-so-difficult choice. He can either get the drugs to the East Coast intact, save humanity, and receive a full pardon for his crimes, or he can refuse and spend the rest of his life in a "zebra suit." So what's the catch? Thanks to World War III, Middle America is now an electrical-storm-torn, heavily irradiated playground for dino-sized Gila monsters, "freak spiders," humongous bats "that eat off the mutie fruit trees down Mexico way," and 120-foot-long snakes as big around as garbage cans. And the native humans still scrambling around the wasteland aren't much less dangerous.

Amber is the one true world of which all others are but shadows. Collected here in one binding are seven tales of Amber. It was Zelazny's intent to use these short stories to tie up unfinished threads from his amazing Chronicles of Amber. With stunning illustrations, this edition is sure to be a treat for the legion of Amber fans."A storyteller without peer. He created worlds as colorful and exotic and memorable as any our genre has ever seen." -George R.R. Martin. . . his performance was never anything other than dazzling. -Robert SilverbergRoger Zelazny's work excited me. It was intoxicating and delightful and unique. And it was smart. -Neil Gaiman

You are death and damnation in human form. You are the lightning of Nemesis attracted by mortal rods. You assassinated Lincoln. You killed Trotsky -split his skull like a melon. You pulled the trigger at Sarajevo and smashed the seals of the Apocalypse. You are the poisoned blade that bled the Court of Denmark, the bullet in Garfield, the steel in Mercurtio-and the fires of vengeance burn in your soul forever.-You are Vindici, the son of Death.Comstat was tasked with guiding the human race into the future. To do that they had to maintain control of all of the inhabited planets. When Nine Star Ships approached Turner's World, the risk to Comstat was recognized and Vindici, Comstat's most powerful weapon, was dispatched to end the threat. But would he succeed in saving Comstat or would he bring its doom?Roger Zelazny was a science fiction and fantasy writer, a six-time Hugo Award winner, and a three-time Nebula Award Winner. He published more than forty novels in his lifetime. His first novel, This Immortal, serialized in The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction under the title ...And Call Me Conrad won the Hugo Award for best novel. Lord of Light, his third novel, also won the Hugo award and was nominated for the Nebula award. He died at age 58 from cancer. Zelazny was posthumously inducted into the Science Fiction Hall of Fame in 2010."A storyteller without peer. He created worlds as colorful and exotic and memorable as any our genre has ever seen." -George R.R. Martin". . . his performance was never anything other than dazzling." -Robert Silverberg"Roger Zelazny's work excited me. It was intoxicating and delightful and unique. And it was smart." -Neil Gaiman

He possessed a weapon more powerful than a Black Hole.Kalifriki of the ThreadThis is the story of Kalifriki of the Thread, the Kife, and the toymaker's daughter-in the days of the shifter's flight from the Assassin's Garden, wherefrom it bore a treasure almost without price. But even a Kife can be followed by a Master of the Thread. For the Thread may wander anywhere and need not have an end; the Thread has more sides than a sword; the Thread is subtle in its turnings, perhaps infinite in the variations it may play in the labyrinths of doom, destiny, desire. No one, however, can regard every turning of fate from the Valley of Frozen Time. Attempts to do so tend to terminate in madness.Come Back to the Killing Ground, Alice, My LoveAll the death-traps in the galaxy, and she has to walk into mine. At first I didn't recognize her. And when I did I knew it still couldn't be right, her, there, with her blindfolded companion in the sandals and dark kimono. She was dead, the octad broken. There couldn't be another. Certain misgivings arose concerning this one. But I had no choice. Does one ever?

She Was a Specially Designed Death CarCollected together for the first time are "Devil Car" and "Last of the Wild Ones." Set in a near future where smart cars have rebelled against their human owners and gone rogue. They rove the countryside in herds raiding human settlements for gas and parts. While they roam no one is safe.Ten years ago the Devil Car, the leader of the Wild Cars, killed Merdock's brother in a raid on his Gas Fortress, and Murdock has been hunting that black Caddy ever since. He searched for it from the air and searched for it on foot. He used other cars. He used heat trackers, missiles, and land mines. But always it was too fast or too smart or too strong for him. Then he built Jenny, his Scarlet Lady. Jenny was made to look like a carefree Swinger sedan: bright red, gaudy, fast. But there were rockets under the bulges of her hood, and two fifty-caliber muzzles lurked just out of sight in the recesses beneath her headlamps; she wore a belt of five and ten-second timed grenades across her belly; and in her trunk was a spray-tank containing a highly volatile naphthalic.