it we wouldn't exist. Couldn't exist.' He frowned suddenly
and sighed. 'Neither, unfortunately, could that old dark tide.'
He flipped a disconsolate switch.
She pointed at the screen. 'I told you, Doctor. Look for
yourself. It's gone! Dark matter, yes, but no dark tide. It's
gone!'
He grinned that grin of his.
'Give it time,' he said.
And pulled a lever.
Acknowledgements
To Justin Richards, who helped shape this story. (No living
nuts were harmed during the writing of this book. Do not try
any of these games anywhere, especially home.)
Also for the Roogalators, Martin Stone, the Hawkwinds,
Janis Ian, Mac McLagan and other good musicians and
friends who kept the work on this book rocking; to Billy
and Betty and to Barry Pain, an inspiration to many; to the
original Bubbly Boys, their mums, dads, aunts and uncles for
whom Saturday fun always started with the Doctor and for
whom it still starts, and of course for Linda.
Michael Moorcock, The Coming of the Teraphiles
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