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Millions of readers have enjoyed the books of Piers Anthony, including (but certainly not limited to) his undeniably popular Xanth and Blue Adept series. Now, in collaboration with celebrated nonfiction author Clifford A. Pickover, he brings us a disturbing tale of our own world, and the strange creatures with whom we share it.
It is said, and truly, that there are more things under heaven and earth than there are almost anywhere else; true as well that many of them lurk, unsuspected, far below the surface of the planet’s ocean. For thousands of years, mankind has simultaneously trusted in the sea’s proverbial generosity and used it as a dumping ground, trusting that in its vastness his garbage will be swallowed up and forgotten. But that was never really true. And now, in an age when the overcrowded Earth swarms with hungry inhabitants whose waste chokes even the sea, whose greedy demands overtax its seemingly endless bounty, strange things are born in the ocean’s deeps—strange things that the ocean throws back upon the land.
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781497658295 |
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| Publisher: | Open Road Media |
| Publication date: | 07/01/2014 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 254 |
| Sales rank: | 873,633 |
| File size: | 4 MB |
About the Author
Clifford A. Pickover, a research staff member at IBM’s T. J. Watson Research Center, is an authority on the interface of science, art, mathematics, computing, and the visual modeling of data. He is the author of such highly regarded books as Black Holes: A Traveler’s Guide, The Alien IQ Test, and Chaos in Wonderland: Visual Adventures in a Fractal World.
Piers Anthony is one of the world’s most popular fantasy writers, and a New York Times–bestselling author twenty-one times over. His Xanth novels have been read and loved by millions of readers around the world, and he daily receives letters from his devoted fans. In addition to the Xanth series, Anthony is the author of many other bestselling works. He lives in Inverness, Florida.
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Spider Legs
By Piers Anthony, Clifford A. Pickover
OPEN ROAD INTEGRATED MEDIA
Copyright © 1998 Piers Anthony Jacob and Clifford A. PickoverAll rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4976-5829-5
CHAPTER 1
Pycno
It crawled along the hell-black ocean floor, searching with its five large dark eyes. It was not a crab—rather it was more spiderlike in appearance with obscenely thin long legs. Its mouth was a triangular opening at the end of a sucking appendage longer than its body. So ravenous was the creature that its body was not sufficient to contain its entire stomach; it carried its digestive and reproductive organs in long branches packed like sausages inside its legs.
The early morning light began to penetrate the darkness. At its current depth in the water, the phantom creature could see clearly for perhaps thirty feet. Beyond that was just a blur of blue-green. The water attenuated the red and orange colors first, giving its environment a curious cyan sheen. Beneath its feet the ocean floor was a tangled mass of vegetation, sea sponge, and shell.
As the thing walked, a small fish swam by. The spiderlike creature was of such Olympic porportions that the small fish did not realize that this was a living, potentially dangerous entity. Suddenly the creature stood still, not because it cared about the little fish, but because it sensed the presence of a larger multitentacular intruder. It began to move with a stalking, purposeful intent and then swam toward the other animal by treading water.
About twenty feet away, a giant octopus was feeding on a spiny dogfish shark. Disdaining the skin, the octopus ripped the shark open behind its gills, in order to remove its internal organs. The spiderlike creature watched the carnage for a few seconds, and then with surprising speed it snatched at the large octopus. With a sudden contraction of its body, the octopus turned brown and jetted for safer water. Black ink billowed but did not confuse the attacker. It followed its prey.
The giant octopus was once the stuff of legends, a monster that ravaged sailing vessels and lifted horrified men from the decks like bite-sized appetizers. Now the mature 500-pound male was fleeing for its life—the last large octopus of its kind in these cold waters. Unfortunately there were relatively few octopuses left, even though the harvesting of octopuses, favored as bait by the local Newfoundland fishermen, was officially banned. This was not entirely the result of local poaching.
The spiderlike creature made a second attempt to grab the octopus, which reacted by sucking water into its baglike mantle, and expelling it though a siphon. As the octopus jetted along the sea bed, the tips of its arms sometimes brushed against the ocean floor, making a slight rustling sound like leaves scraping on asphalt.
Suddenly the huge spider-creature snatched at one of the octopus's arms—which broke off and sank to the ocean floor. Unfortunately for the sea spider, the arm was quickly snatched by a smaller octopus. Cannibalism was common in the sea. Octopuses were known to eat their own kind, and when under stress, as when confined to a small aquarium tank, some octopuses even ate their own arms, which grew back in a few months.
The giant octopus would never have time to grow another arm. The sea spider grabbed it in a muscular bracelet of death. It began feeding on the soft parts and sucking out the body juices. For a few minutes there was an undulating umbrella of 20-foot-long tentacles as the octopus struggled. Its body colors darkened. It wriggled and shook as it sensed itself being slowly absorbed by the frightful proboscis, and its primitive brain felt a little of the terror of being eaten alive, of being imbibed while struggling. Even though the octopus had a beak as hard as a parrot's and could pierce Crustacea shells, it had no chance. So strong was the sea spider's body, that the octopus was a tiny toy in its pair of pincerlike chelicerae.
In one last futile escape attempt, the octopus contracted its body to a fourth of its normal diameter, distorted its pliable eyeballs, and removed one of its arms through a gap between the spider's pincers. The sea spider responded by drawing the baglike mantle of the octopus deeper into its own sucking appendage. The octopus's body took on a white hue, then a dark red. The octopus lifted its weary arms as it died of oxygen starvation. Finally, it stopped moving.
Unlike the octopus and other reclusive creatures of the sea that preferred to hide in a rocky crevice or empty shell when menacing intruders approached, the huge sea spider—the pycnogonid—never felt fear. It had no natural enemies. But while the sea spider was fearless, it was certainly not stupid. It had several large, highly developed brains and was among the most intelligent of invertebrates. The pycnogonid not only learned quickly but remembered what it learned. It also revealed behavioral repertoires resembling emotion: irritability, aggression, rage—but never fear.
The surrounding ocean was a noisy place: the creature's environment was bathed in a medley of chirping, bubbling sounds. Here sound traveled at quadruple its speed in air, and it carried much better. Lately even the deep oceans were becoming polluted with the chemicals and sounds of humans, so the creature sometimes became disoriented and sought the source of the offending stimuli. The local transgressors were broad-beamed offshore service vessels which shuttled between Newfoundland and the Hibernia oil field, 170 nautical miles east of the island. Unfortunately for the pycnogonid, all the oil in the North Atlantic was in "iceberg alley", the pycnogonid's home, where the Labrador Current pulled icebergs southward from Greenland.
Ample food supplies which once had been plentiful were now becoming scarcer. The spider began to move toward the surface in search of food. Occasionally it swatted at nearby small fish and watched them die—as if for the sheer pleasure of seeing smaller, weaker animals suffer. Again and again it thrust at nearby sea creatures, too small to serve as food.
And so, swimming with its eight gigantic legs, the psychotic, serial-killing invertebrate rose slowly in the frigid darkness. It was hungry. Its digestive organs spasmed. It wished to eat.
Like a phantom rising from the depths of a dark dream, or a ghostly submarine rising from an oceanic abyss, it quietly ascended into more fertile territory. The realm of humans.
CHAPTER 2Friends
Natalie sheppard blinked. "What is that?" she murmured, surprised.
Her friend followed her gaze from the wooden dock to the dark ocean. "Something in the air, or in the water?" Garth James asked, not seeing it.
"It's gone now. It—it must have been a reflection from a wave," Natalie said. "I shouldn't have spoken. I'm so accustomed to looking for suspicious things, I must be imagining them."
He smiled. "I doubt it. You strike me as an exceptionally levelheaded woman. Could it have been an iceberg fragment?"
"More like a whale. Something alive, I think. But it wasn't a whale, or anything I recognized, really. I—" She shrugged.
"You could join us on our new schooner, the Phantom, and we'll look for it," he suggested.
Natalie smiled. "I'd love to. But I'm on duty, and my lunch break is just about done." She looked at her watch.
"Don't let him get you alone on that boat," a new voice said cheerfully. It was a beautiful young woman. "He's a demon lover on the water."
Natalie, embarrassed by the implication, was momentarily flustered. She did not know how to deal with pseudo-passes. For the stunning creature was Garth's wife, Kalinda. Natalie had encountered them routinely a week ago, and liked them immediately. She privately envied their easy marriage. It was obvious that they had no fears of alienation. She knew she could go out all day alone with Garth, and not only would he be a perfect gentleman, Kalinda would have no concern. Oh, to have such mutual trust!
"You promised not to tell," Garth said, smiling at his wife. "But seriously, Natalie, maybe on your day off. We'd be glad to have you."
"For sure," Kalinda agreed warmly. "There's just nothing like going out on the Phantom. "
Natalie was sure it was so, and not merely because of the boat or the experience. Anywhere these folk went would be pleasant for all concerned. "Maybe I will," she agreed, reluctant only because she did not wish to impose. "How much longer will you be here?"
Garth shrugged. "As long as we choose. But perhaps a week, if that's convenient for you. I need to spend a bit more time with my little sister before moving on."
"Your sister?"
"Lisa. She works at Martha's Fish Store. Do you know it?"
Natalie nodded. "Yes. I've never been inside, though. I hear that—" She hesitated.
Kalinda laughed. "It has an eerie proprietor," she said. "That's what you've heard, isn't it?"
"Yes. But I'm sure that's an exaggeration."
"No, Lisa filled us in. She wouldn't work there, except that she needs the money."
"Why? Does Martha mistreat her?"
"Not exactly," Garth said. "But she can be very strange. Lisa's always afraid that one day something truly weird will happen, and she'll have to quit. But I think it's all right. Lisa's young, and hasn't met all the strange folk she's going to."
"All she meets are men hot to get into her pants," Kalinda said. "I know the feeling."
Garth patted her bottom. "So?"
"So she doesn't know how to relate to someone who isn't hot for her."
"But Martha's a woman!"
"So?" Kalinda retorted in the same tone he had used.
He looked thoughtful. "No, I don't think Martha's of that persuasion. She's just more interested in fish of any type than in people of any type."
Natalie made a mental note: check out the interior of that store, when she had a pretext. She wanted to know just how weird the proprietor of Martha's Fish Store was. Just in case something did happen. It was always better to be prepared with accurate information before a crisis occurred.
Garth reached out and touched Natalie's forehead with a gentle knuckle. He had an easy familiarity that amazed her, because she accepted from him what would have infuriated her from anyone else. "You can just about see those criminal assessment thoughts churning in there," he said, smiling. "You'd know she's a cop even without the uniform."
"He can be so obnoxious," Kalinda remarked fondly, gazing away as if addressing a video camera. "He gets worse the longer he spends on land."
Natalie put her hands on her hips. "But you were sailing just this morning!" she said.
"All of three hours ago," Kalinda agreed. "We're approaching the danger zone for his tolerance."
"I don't see why there has to be land anyway," Garth growled. "It should all sink under the sea, and take its landlubbers with it." He smiled winningly. "Present company excepted."
Natalie laughed, which was something she did not ordinarily do in public. There was something about these people that made laughter easy, even when the interaction was routine. "Well, I shall just have to suffer through the rest of my shift," she said, rising. "Do keep an eye out; I'd certainly like to know what I saw out there, if I saw anything."
"We will," Kalinda agreed. "See you soon, Natalie."
"And bring your bikini," Garth said.
"My—" Natalie paused. He had succeeded in startling her. It was a verbal trap; if she said she didn't have one, he'd suggest nude sunning. Natalie would not care to expose her body in either fashion; she was simply too lean. But his implication that she was otherwise was unsubtly flattering despite being unwarranted. "Some other decade," she said as she walked away.
"There was a day when I was the only one you teased," she heard Kalinda say to Garth.
"But we've been married ten years!" he protested. "You're all teased out."
"Nine years. There's still a year to go."
That was all of their banter Natalie was able to hear. Nine years? She had not guessed it was that long, because they still acted like almost-newlyweds. Probably it was a show for others. Still, it evoked desire in her—desire for a relationship like that. But she didn't ever want to get serious about a policeman, and what other type of man would tolerate a policewoman? The hours, the crises, the occasional dangers—he would surely insist that she quit her job, and she simply wasn't ready to do that. Not for anybody. Because she liked her work. It gave her life definition.
She put that disquieting thought aside. But it was immediately replaced by another: what had she seen in the sea? Probably just a piece of driftwood. But for an instant it had looked almost like a giant, gross, insect leg. Impossible, of course. Yet her fleeting glimpse had been so camera certain, until her rational mind corrected it. If only someone else has seen it too, to identify it as an unusual bit of flotsam, caught at an odd angle. As it was, the foolish image remained to haunt her. She couldn't afford to start seeing things that weren't there. It could play merry hell with her job performance.
Natalie knew she'd be watching the sea again, hoping to see the thing, and identify it, and dissipate the trick her eye had played on her. Maybe she would take Garth and Kalinda up on their offer to sail briefly, just to reassure herself that there wasn't anything fantastic out there. She didn't like foolishness, especially in herself.
CHAPTER 3Ice
The small pleasure boat was dwarfed by the strangely shaped icebergs floating nearby along the Newfoundland coast. In the fractured sides and grottos of these massive chunks of ice were strange rich blues and weathered aquamarines. The ocean surged into the cavernous bellies worn at the icebergs' waterlines and exploded in steepled and gabled sprays of foam. In this part of Newfoundland icebergs frequently changed shape under the chisels of the swift Labrador Current.
From far away, the small two-masted schooner blended in perfectly with its surroundings and looked like a long thin piece of ice drifting through a chilling white mosaic on the celadon sea. Closer, an observer could easily discern the boat's name engraved in golden letters on a wooden plaque hanging on the back. The sign read: PHANTOM.
The boat's occupants looked at a map of the area which showed that Newfoundland comprised two main areas, the Island of Newfoundland and the Coast of Labrador. The Island of Newfoundland, roughly triangular shaped, was separated from the Canadian mainland by the narrow Strait of Belle Isle on the northwest, the seventy-mile-wide Cabot Strait on the southwest, and the broad Gulf of St. Lawrence on the west.
The early morning rain had stopped, but the deck was still slippery near the engine hatch where oil had soaked into the wood. Garth James sat in the cockpit of his boat with one bare foot resting on a spoke of the wheel. In his right hand was a cup of coffee. Garth was big, fairly muscular, dark-haired and swarthy, and appeared to be in his early thirties. He wore bold-colored Hawaiian swim shorts and a denim windbreaker. As he gazed across the horizon, the boat rocked gently in the deep swells. An invigorating whiff of pungent sea air filled his nostrils.
Garth turned on the boat's engine and pointed the craft in the direction of a peculiarly shaped iceberg which contained a myriad of exotic wave-cut patterns. At one moment the crevices were filled with green water. The next moment they were throwing white, foaming water back into the ocean. For the few seconds between the inrushing and outrushing of water, the caverns displayed thousands of pieces of pointed ice like sharks' teeth—white, green, and aquamarine.
Garth's curiosity about the ocean overwhelmed him at times. At 16, he had dived for the first time, donning an old helmet, weights, and compressed air to explore a Maine river bed. While at Yale University studying marine biology, he was introduced to sophisticated scuba gear. Even after his marriage at 21 to Kalinda, and the birth of their child Alan, he kept his attention focused on diving deeper and discovering the way the oceans worked.
Kalinda came up through the hatch and handed him an apple.
"Thanks," he said. Kalinda stared at the man with her sparkling eyes and then hooked her thumb in her shirt pocket and cocked her hip. He gazed at her and took her hand.
"Like your outfit," Garth said. Kalinda wore his flannel shirt, and nothing else.
"I better get something on before I freeze to death," she said, shivering. She was a slim woman, 27 years of age, with honey-colored hair, and eyes the darkest green.
"Why don't I warm you up first," Garth said as he kissed her on the lips.
"At least the weather's a bit warmer today than yesterday," she said with a charming smile that involved her eyes as well as her mouth. Like Garth, Kalinda was interested in the sea. Three years before she had been invited to join the National Science Foundation's research vessel Anton Bruun for a three-week exploration of the oceans near Madagascar. Together Garth and Kalinda had gone on expeditions to the Juan Fernández islands and the Galapagos Islands. Their parents, ever supportive, took care of their four-year-old during these trips.
(Continues...)
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Table of Contents
Contents
Intro,PART I: Phantom Rising,
1. Pycno,
2. Friends,
3. Ice,
4. Spider,
5. Dream,
PART II: Phantom Hunting,
6. Head,
7. Environment,
8. Nathan,
9. Hospital,
10. Call,
11. Research,
12. Pilot,
13. Date,
PART III: Phantom Loving,
14. Fish Store,
15. Coma,
16. Restaurant,
17. Population,
18. Come By Chance,
19. Monster,
20. Lisa,
21. Hatch,
22. Storm,
PART IV: Phantom Killing,
23. Mission,
24. Hunt,
25. Ferry,
26. Captain,
27. Teens,
28. Prey,
29. Shop,
30. Hunger,
31. Snack,
32. Siege,
33. Snout,
34. Attack,
35. Battle,
36. Decision,
Epilogue,
Author's Note (Piers Anthony),
Author's Note (Clifford A. Pickover),