“I came back for my own purposes,” said the Time Traveler, looking around my booklined study. “I chose you to talk to because it was . . . convenient. And I don’t want you to do a goddamned thing. There’s nothing you can do. But relax . . . we’re not going to be talking about personal things. Such as, say, the year, day, and hour of your death. I don’t even know that sort of trivial information, although I could look it up quickly enough. You can release that white-knuckled grip you have on the edge of your desk.” I tried to relax. “What do you want to talk about?” I said. “The Century War,” said the Time Traveler. I blinked and tried to remember some history. “You mean the Hundred Year War? Fifteenth Century? Fourteenth? Sometime around there. Between . . . France and England? Henry V? Kenneth Branagh? Or was it . . .” “I mean the Century War with Islam,” interrupted the Time Traveler. “Your future. Everyone’s.” He was no longer smiling. Without asking, or offering to pour me any, he
Grats on the announcement! Okay, so when are they gonna send you out here to Vegas to watch some fights and/or chat with the Zuffa folks?
ReplyDeleteHah! I wish; this announcement was in Las Vegas, and the publisher had plenty of English speakers to talk about how great it is, as well as being attended by Dana White and Rampage Jackson. Woot! We sent two project directors and two planners to show it off, as well as attend the UFC event and take reference materials.
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