Fields of Night: A Fiction Fantasy Tapestry

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Fields of Night: A Fiction Fantasy Tapestry est un hypertexte de science-fiction dans lequel plusieurs options de lecture s'offrent au lecteur à chaque chapitre. Il est possible d'en faire une lecture linéaire ou encore partielle et fragmentée.

L'intrigue se déroule dans un système intergalactique composé de la confédération démocratique de Reshebora, de planètes alliées indépendantes et de planètes hostiles. Sur le site, on retrouve 21 chapitres de près de 10 000 mots chacun, une section offrant un survol des mondes de Fields of Night et un glossaire des personnages, des lieux, des dieux et des choses.

Anciennement hébergé au http://users.california.com/~sarapeyton/, Fields of Night se retrouve maintenant au http://users.sfo.com/~sarapeyton/.

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Site d'hébergement:

SFO.com

URL du site d'hébergement:

http://sfo.com/site/

Date de dernière consultation de l'oeuvre:

22 Décembre 2006

Coordonnées de l'artiste:
sarapeyton@sfo.com
Groupe de recherche:
Chaire de recherche du Canada en littérature contemporaine

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The full moons touched. Akiva leapt. Fourteen bells jangled on his sleeves, twelve more clattered beneath the ropes of flowers across his chest. He ran toward the sun, leapt again and ran back toward the two moons. Through the straight runs, the turns, and the leaping, he sang at the top of his voice. He clapped his hands, guided by the rhythm of his footfalls, leaving his mind empty, letting his memory flow over. Flower petals, blue and yellow, red and gold, cascaded down his arms and shoulders, down his chest and to the ground. The bells flashed in the sunlight. Akiva kicked and dropped, his legs extended, balanced on his hands. Looking up, he met Berthe's eyes. She stood close, half-clean and sweating, smiling down. Droplets glittered in her orange hair. He shivered, jumped and was off again. When he was done, blue flower petals lay strewn among the rounded stones of the temple yard and barefoot children stood in the drifts and squeezed them between their toes. The moons had gone off on their separate courses. He looked again at Berthe while the old men undid the long plaits of his hair. She sat in a patch of light by one of the stones that ringed the temple, a brother at her feet, looking inside where the city people danced for the lunar conjunction, or she was looking at Fea, the mother goddess, by the window.

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Fields of Night: A Fiction Fantasy Tapestry

Greenwald, Sara