The Infinite Day

The Infinite Day

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“Vero, you remember you once said there were people who would follow me to the gates of hell?”

“A figure of speech.”

“We’d better find them. That’s where we’re going.”

After the defeat of the evil Dominion forces at Farholme, Commander Merral D’Avanos prepares a task… See more details below

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“Vero, you remember you once said there were people who would follow me to the gates of hell?”

“A figure of speech.”

“We’d better find them. That’s where we’re going.”

After the defeat of the evil Dominion forces at Farholme, Commander Merral D’Avanos prepares a task force to rescue thirty hostages captured by the fleeing Margrave Lezaroth. Merral’s only hope is that he can get to the hostages before they’re taken to Lord-Emperor Nezhuala at the Blade of Night—the nexus of the Dominion’s power. But in order to get there, Merral and his crew will have to survive a perilous trip through Below Space. Meanwhile, news of the Dominion’s defeat at Farholme reaches Ancient Earth but is tempered by the sobering truth of the enemy’s growth and strength. It is now clear that an attack on the Assembly is imminent, but how far should the Assembly go to stop it? And does the real danger lie in the Dominion or in the subtle evil that has arrived at the heart of the Assembly itself? The Infinite Day is the thrilling conclusion to the epic Lamb among the Stars series that has readers and critics raving.

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Christian Fiction Review
By any definition, The Infinite Day is a triumphant conclusion to The Lamb Among the Stars series. Since this is the final book in this series, if you’ve been reading it, you’re going to keep reading it. And if you haven’t, why not? Hopefully, this final review will help persuade you.

When you’ve been reading about a storyline and specific characters for over a thousand pages, there are certain things that are necessary to make a satisfying conclusion.

First of all, there has to be a significant payoff to the main storyline. The Infinite Day pays it off and gives back change. Every single element is resolved satisfactorily and then some. You want drama? It’s here. Massive confrontation between good and evil? It’s here. Significant sci-fi elements all tied in together? Ditto. This climax is mind-blowing.

Second of all, there has to be a satisfactory resolution for each major character’s “arc.” In this series, there have been two primary protagonists—Merral D’Avanos and Vero—along with two major antagonists—Margrave Lezaroth and Lord-Emperor Nezhuala. Each one of them come to a very specific resolution, as do a number of the supporting cast.

And third... it’s not enough to have a major dramatic climax. There must be an ending—a very real conclusion that leaves us satisfied and happy about it all. In this case, The Infinite Day is beautiful. Eternity is a subject that has often been poorly portrayed in fiction. The Bible tells us that our minds can’t even imagine the things God has prepared for us. So why is it so few authors have even bothered to let their imaginations run wild? After all, our wildest imagination just isn’t wild enough. It’s even better than that. Chris Walley has not been afraid to let his imagination be set free, and he’s given us a truly inspiring vision, one that I’m sure I’ll be re-reading frequently. . . . This series ranks among the best on my shelves. The Lamb Among the Stars has actually lived up to its cover hype—a triumph of imagination. Highly Recommended.

From the Publisher
By any definition, The Infinite Day is a triumphant conclusion to The Lamb Among the Stars series. Since this is the final book in this series, if you’ve been reading it, you’re going to keep reading it. And if you haven’t, why not? Hopefully, this final review will help persuade you.

When you’ve been reading about a storyline and specific characters for over a thousand pages, there are certain things that are necessary to make a satisfying conclusion.

First of all, there has to be a significant payoff to the main storyline. The Infinite Day pays it off and gives back change. Every single element is resolved satisfactorily and then some. You want drama? It’s here. Massive confrontation between good and evil? It’s here. Significant sci-fi elements all tied in together? Ditto. This climax is mind-blowing.

Second of all, there has to be a satisfactory resolution for each major character’s “arc.” In this series, there have been two primary protagonists—Merral D’Avanos and Vero—along with two major antagonists—Margrave Lezaroth and Lord-Emperor Nezhuala. Each one of them come to a very specific resolution, as do a number of the supporting cast.

And third... it’s not enough to have a major dramatic climax. There must be an ending—a very real conclusion that leaves us satisfied and happy about it all. In this case, The Infinite Day is beautiful. Eternity is a subject that has often been poorly portrayed in fiction. The Bible tells us that our minds can’t even imagine the things God has prepared for us. So why is it so few authors have even bothered to let their imaginations run wild? After all, our wildest imagination just isn’t wild enough. It’s even better than that. Chris Walley has not been afraid to let his imagination be set free, and he’s given us a truly inspiring vision, one that I’m sure I’ll be re-reading frequently. . . . This series ranks among the best on my shelves. The Lamb Among the Stars has actually lived up to its cover hype—a triumph of imagination. Highly Recommended. Christian Fiction Review

Grace Bridges
Here at last we have the third volume in this epic series, larger than the others by a small margin. But what is inside blows the scope of what has gone before . . . confrontations are huge and against all odds, as we have come to expect from this author. . . . For this is the battle at the end of time, recognisable as a highly imaginative extrapolation of some of the events in the book of Revelation. But don’t expect the tale to be familiar—it’s anything but. With twists and surprises at every step, depth of character rarely seen in fiction, and the very best of science fiction action, the conclusion to this massive series is as mind-blowing as it is masterful.

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ISBN-13:
9781414329352
Publisher:
Tyndale House Publishers
Publication date:
01/21/2011
Series:
The Lamb among the Stars , #3
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Format:
NOOK Book
Sales rank:
341,394
File size:
1 MB
Age Range:
15 Years

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The Infinite Day


By Chris Walley TYNDALE HOUSE PUBLISHERS, INC.

Copyright © 2008 Chris Walley
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4143-1468-6



Chapter One

The lord-emperor Nezhuala stared at the Blade of Night through the porthole of the tiny autoshuttle.

"It is finished," he said, his words barely audible above the vibrating rumble that enveloped him. He found himself held spellbound by the scale of the structure. Even riding at four hundred kilometers an hour, it would take him nearly sixty minutes to travel from the facilities at the summit to Way Station Nine, the lowest level the craft could safely reach. From there he would take the elevator to the base.

I need to make this journey. There are issues I have to raise with the powers. I do not trust the high priests, and my commanders are little better. He heard himself give a small groan. And I need advice on the war. I have to be sure that the powers will act on our side. They all need to put forth their strength, and especially the One.

He looked out of the porthole again. It was not just the scale of the Blade that overpowered him; it was also its complexity. While at a distance it looked like a smooth needle, this close-barely a kilometer above it-he could see that the surface was interrupted by a varied array of immense struts, tensioning devices, and thrusters. Far from being a static structure, the Blade of Night was a dynamic construction. He passedover a vast towing point. And, when the time is right, it will be moved.

"And I built it," he whispered. A bridge between the realms! One of the greatest achievements of mankind-greater than the mausoleums of the Worlds of the Dead, greater than any fleet of starships ever assembled. As great as the Assembly Gate network-but that had taken them millennia and incalculable armies of men and machines. And this was made by me!

Suddenly, Nezhuala felt tired, and he realized that his head hurt again. The old, old wound. In his mind, he flicked on the metabolic monitoring circuits and scanned the dozen different readings that appeared before him. All the values were within normal limits.

No, it is simply the stress of these encounters. This is my second visit down to the depths in three days, and every meeting with the powers takes its toll. The last time, all the fury and turmoil over the loss of the baziliarch on Farholme had left him stunned. Today, though, I must come here. Events come to their climax; the war has begun, and the conflict will be won or lost within half a year. My destiny is to be fulfilled.

Low chimes sounded and warnings flashed on the screen announcing deceleration. They were approaching Way Station Nine. The autoshuttle slowed and changed direction. As he sat down, Nezhuala glanced at the Blade to see the first glimmerings of blue electric light playing on the struts. We are close to the boundary between the realms.

A few minutes later, the autoshuttle stopped. After waiting for the seals to slide into place, Nezhuala ordered the doors open and walked through into the chamber.

Two figures stood before him-hairless, fat travesties of human form with translucent skin that allowed their internal organs to be seen. The Wielders of the Powers were expecting him and bowed clumsily, murmuring their loyalty with twisted, bulging lips. Nezhuala walked past them without acknowledging them. They revolt me. They serve me and are deformed in the process, but they disgust me all the same.

He passed into the elevator chamber and, ignoring the warnings-they were for lesser men-sat down and accessed the control through the communications augment interwoven with his brain. In a moment the chamber was accelerating downward.

Only another hundred kilometers to go.

Now, as he had expected, the extra-physical effects began to appear. The colors began to fade into dingy grays, and in the shadows something seemed to coalesce into a smooth mass the size of his foot. A ghost slug.

Finally the elevator chamber began to slow and came to rest.

Of all living men, only I have been to this depth on the Blade.

As the lord-emperor rose to his feet, he sensed something different. Normally, down here he felt the presence of several powers, often as not raging against each other. But today there was none of that. He hesitated, listening.

There was a silence.

He could hear noises: the hum of electrics, the creaking of cooling components, and the faint vibration that was inevitable in such a vast structure. But that was all. Nothing else; not even the whispering that he often heard in the hall of Kal-na-Tanamuz. There was only a profound, leaden hush.

Nezhuala tapped the screen, checking the air, temperature, and gravity on the strange gray readouts. One could take nothing for granted down here, least of all the created gravity. But the values were acceptable, and he pressed a button. He heard the sound of pistons as the platform was extruded.

The elevator door opened to reveal the dully gleaming shaft that was at the core of the Blade. The silence continued. He saw no figures, no shimmering steely flames; nothing. The air was heavy and still, as if it had become dense as oil.

Have they all gone? He realized the idea almost made him relieved.

Nezhuala walked forward onto the platform, his gloved hands holding the guide rails on each side. He dared not look down properly but, out of the corner of his eye, glimpsed depths filled with stacked and swirling sheets of mist. He glanced up, but the view of the shaft walls stretching upward to apparent infinity gave him an almost terrifying sensation of vertigo. As though I can feel the billions of tons of metal hanging above me.

Trying to stabilize his mind, he looked away, concentrating instead on the pipes and girders twenty meters away on the other side of the shaft.

The heavy, sullen quiet continued. I am expected.

He reached the end of the platform in the exact center of the great shaft. There he paused and took a deep breath.

"My master, I am here!" he cried out.

For a second the thick stillness continued; then suddenly a wind blew around him, playing with his hair. As the mists swirled and shifted below, he sensed something coiling and writhing. He was jolted by an emotion in which recognition and fear were mingled.

I am in the presence of the One, the great serpent himself.

As he bent his knee in homage, Nezhuala felt a mind slowly merging with his. He sensed many things: an immense age, a measureless power, a mighty intellect, a terrible frustration, and a seething malice. It was so overwhelming that he felt his death was imminent. Then he realized that the malice was not against him; it was for the Assembly and its Lord, and it merely fl owed over him.

The intruding mind seemed to coil about him like an enormous crushing weight and utterly overwhelm him.

He heard words-words that seemed to be pounded into his brain as if by hammers. "I am pleased with you. You have served me well. You are mine."

A pause came, but it brought no relief from the constricting presence.

"There have been others who have served me. But the time was not right. They were not the ones to achieve my desire. Now the time has come."

Another silence.

"I have long had purposes for you. I have guided you in many ways. I now speak directly. The time has come for you to serve me in greater ways."

Nezhuala realized that these were statements to which no answer was required. He existed only to serve. What did I expect?

"The hour has come. The Assembly-" a pulse of utter hatred seemed to boil around him -"must be defeated. They must learn to fear and hate you."

"My lord, the forces are ready to be launched."

"My powers and my guidance will go with you. Now listen."

"I listen and obey."

"The Gates must be seized intact."

"I understand."

Something seemed to turn and twist in the mind that enveloped Nezhuala; it was as if the coils around him tightened.

"You must send me a man. Soon. A man of intellect, a man who understands the realms and the Gates. I will train him."

The image of the being who had designed the Blade came to Nezhuala. The man-machine so heavily augmented with circuits that he was only questionably human. The being who had no name-or at least none that any remembered. The one who answered simply to the name Ape. Ape understands transdimensional surfaces and how they can be manipulated. His thought was heard. "Ape will do. Send him here."

The silence was renewed.

"Now you will strike a first blow at their defenses. I want them to fear you. I will equip you and empower you. You are now the most high over men."

Something flexed and writhed in Nezhuala's brain, as though chunks of his mind were being moved around. Like furniture being rearranged.

"The uniting of the realms will be achieved."

The silence was heavy and brooding.

"Go!" The word was like a blow.

Clutching his head in agony, Nezhuala reeled back.

As the pain ebbed, he realized the awesome presence had gone. He was alone.

Then a rustling noise began and rose into weird, intense whispers and flapping hubbub. As it grew louder-it was an appalling babble of sound now-he sensed the presence of things, dark and thin, darting and twisting around him. The noise grew and shifted into a deafening, toneless clamor of howls and screams in which jubilation and hatred were mixed.

The powers are celebrating.

He was aware that shapes-dark, writhing, slithering-were manifesting themselves in a most dreadful manner.

Not daring to look, Nezhuala stared down at the floor of the platform and, physically buffeted by the uproar, crawled on toward the elevator chamber door. It opened; he staggered in and closed the door behind him.

The uproar was less now, but he could hear things striking the door behind him.

He wanted to be sick.

"Way Station Nine!" he gasped.

He felt the elevator begin to move, and then he passed out.

* * *

Unknown hours later, Nezhuala awoke. He stared upward, recognizing with a sluggishness of mind that he was lying on the couch in the low-roofed, private room that he kept at the summit of the Blade. The Wielders of the Powers must have had him brought here.

He gazed at the ribbed ceiling, trying to recall what had happened. Slowly he wove together fragments of memory. With rising dread and excitement he realized that, somehow, he had been connected with the One who reigned below. Indeed, as he probed his bruised mind, he realized that the link was still there.

I and he are ... a unity.

Implications flooded in. I have changed. I am no longer who I was. I am more than I was. I am the most high over men.

His questions had been answered. He was to attack the Assembly as he had planned, and it would be supported by the powers. Yet his master was plain on one thing: the Gates had to be preserved at all cost. He knew now that a purpose existed for them in the uniting of the realms; but that purpose was, so far, unclear.

I must send Ape down to the base of the Blade.

Carefully, Nezhuala rose to his feet, expecting the sense of being drained that had always been the result of his previous encounters. To his surprise, there was no tiredness. Marveling, he flexed his limbs. He felt good, indeed better than he had for a very long time.

A mirror stood in a corner of the room, and he walked over to it and stared at himself. He didn't look drained either. In fact, he saw a new authority in his face.

Something came to him that was more a revelation than a thought. With the added circuits of my augmentation and this linkage to the chief of the powers, I am now more than a man. He paused and stared again at himself in the mirror.

I transcend humanity. Flesh, circuitry, and spirit, I am the prototype of the new creation. I am the most high over men, the most high beyond men. What is now outside my grasp?

"Behold the man!" he said aloud.

A moment later, Nezhuala realized that he was looking beyond the mirror into the Vault of the Final Emblem, the domed and fluted chamber that lay at the very top of the Blade. His first thought was that the mirror was somehow transparent. Then he moved to one side and realized he could now see beyond the solid, bare gray wall. It is I, not the mirror, that has the ability!

He was considering this when a command struck him. I must go to the throne. I have work to do and there is the place to do it.

He donned new robes and walked along the hidden passage that curved around the capping point of the Blade to the small, marble-walled room where the high chair of burnished titanium tubing had been placed. There were thrones elsewhere in his realms, but he had always known that he must have one here in the great Vault of the Final Emblem. The sliding doors in front of the throne were open, and for a moment Nezhuala peered out. His gaze ranged over the mysterious gray glassy disk that capped the summit of the shaft and then swung up, past the hanging cylinders to the complex curves of the ceiling a hundred meters above. A near-silence reigned. The great cylinders, tuned to echo changes in the depths, now barely hummed.

Nezhuala had the doors slide closed and then sat on the throne. He ordered the lighting down so that he was surrounded by gloom.

I have been given new powers, and I must test them. He peered into the darkness with mounting excitement.

Acting on instinct, he somehow manipulated his consciousness-it was as if he were twisting his mind into a ball and throwing it outward. In a bewildering instant, he was somehow out there.

He gasped.

Distance had been vanquished. Below him was the Blade of Night with the smooth dome of the Vault of the Final Emblem glowing red in the rays from the burning orb of Sarata. Beyond, he could see the four Worlds of the Living: Khalamaja nearby; farther away, Buza-Mernaq with its burning sands; still farther, Farzircol and its endless plains of salt and dust; and finally Yeggarant-Mal, with its gleaming ice sheets. Around the worlds, he could make out the great armada of ships in orbit readying themselves for their orders to launch, the vast array of orbiting factories, the zero-G dockyards, the Krallen assembly plants, the supply and fueling stations, and the shuttle bases. He realized that, with the least effort, he could see details. He could see the two artificial planets, Nazhamal and Gharnadoul-the Worlds of the Dead-and as he focused on the nearer of the two, he could make out the gigantic gray, multistoried stone tombs, the mausoleums and towering sepulchres that marked where the dead of the noble houses were gathered.

Nezhuala withdrew his focus, assessing with wonderment the extent of his power. It is as if I stand on some high mountain peak and all lies open before me.

As he gazed around, he realized that he had the power not only to see distant places but also to move toward them at will. Again he threw his consciousness out, and his mind and senses soared outward into the Sarata system. His vision focused on Buza-Mernaq, and-somehow-he flowed out to it. In seconds, he was plunging down through dirty, tattered clouds. He hastily paused his descent so that he hung over a blasted landscape of orange sand dunes dotted with sparse, wiry plants. There, just meters above the ground, he stayed immobile for some time, pivoting around and taking in the vast desolation, hearing the ceaseless whisper of the wind, sensing that he was no more visible than a swirling column of dust.

Then just below he saw a long-tailed reptile with reddish skin, moving with clumsy steps between tufts of forlorn vegetation.

Nezhuala realized in a moment of revelation that he could do more than just watch; he could take on physical form. Indeed, to do anything worth doing, he had to become solid.

He twisted his mind again, this time becoming denser and sinking lower. He saw his distorted shadow appear on the ground, then bent down, pushed a finger into the soft, gritty sand, and saw it move away. I have a physical form!

Suddenly the reptile, perhaps a meter long, seemed to sense his presence. It swung its head toward him and, snuffling as though puzzled, waddled over. It opened its jaws wide, displaying a pink tongue and curves of sharp teeth.

Exulting in his new powers, Nezhuala waited until the creature had come within a pace of him. Then he leaned down and, seizing the snout with one hand and the base of the tail with the other, effortlessly picked up the creature. He held the squirming beast high in the air for a moment and then, in a single sharp movement, snapped its spine in two.

(Continues...)



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