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Paths [Infinity's Web I] [MultiFormat]
eBook by Sheila Finch
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eBook Category: Science Fiction Compton Crook Award Winner
eBook Description: Each life is the result of an infinity of choices--choices that separate who we are from who we might have been. This is the tale of the many possible lives of Anastasia Valerie Stein which come to touch one another through a twist in the fabric of spacetime. Ann, Val, Stacey and Tasha, together they must join to confront a force that manipulates their worlds, and discover a truth that transcends their individual lives in the infinite possibilities of space and time.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: 1985
Fictionwise Release Date: September 2003
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [193 KB], eReader (PDB) [66 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [56 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [51 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [77 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [123 KB], hiebook (KML) [157 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [83 KB], iSilo (PDB) [46 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [58 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [86 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [80 KB]
Words: 15678
Reading time: 44-62 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
PATHS"Paths that are not followed still influence the behavior of the actual path. Phrased differently, the alternative worlds that could have existed, but did not come to do so, still influence the world that does exist, like the fading grin on the Cheshire cat in Alice's tale."--Paul Davies ANNShe would never forgive herself for not being there when her son was born. It was a ridiculous--unhealthy--thought. The reality that lay behind it was even more ridiculous. She had to shake this obsession off. The house was stirring as Ann came back from the cemetery. It sat high on Ferrini Heights, an imposing residence at an elegant address. She had never liked it, not even when the realtor had talked them into it, ten years ago. She'd hoped they would buy one of the little Spanish houses in the old part of San Luis Obispo like the one they'd been renting on Palm Street, with a red tile roof and crazy antique plumbing, and overgrown orange trees in the backyard where dogs romped in the afternoon. But the house on Highland Drive had a manicured garden watched over by a tiny Cambodian who would never allow a dog under his well-pruned citrus. She glanced at her watch. Seven-thirty. She'd have to hurry if she wanted to see the twins off for school. Through an open window, she could hear water running upstairs--God! The month's water ration, all gone!--then a door banged and one of the twins yelled at the other. At this distance, their voices were identical, too. She smiled. Which one was always late and always ready to fly off at the least provocation? Janet. She left the ancient Volkswagen, shuddering and muttering to itself like a wounded animal as it cooled down outside the garage--someday, she'd give in and get an electric vehicle, like Neil's "Latin Limo," but she was fond of her old antique--and went through the backdoor into the kitchen. Lupe had already set out the cereal and started the eggs, but Ann like to make her own coffee. The ritual of grinding coffee beans, assembling pot and filter, choosing the mug for the day, kept her from having to think. While the water dripped through the dark brown heap in the filter, she opened the refrigerator and took out the milk for the girls' cereal. She wasn't hungry yet, though perhaps she should make herself eat something nutritious. Later, she knew, she'd have to resist the temptation to sit in the empty kitchen and stuff herself with sweet rolls, toast, the rest of the granola.
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