"Anthony Piers - NightMare" - читать интересную книгу автора (Anthony Piers)the bottom of a canyon rushing up at him as his stubby arms
windmilled futilely. Better the dragon than this, and better Night Mare 3 the draft than the dragonЧbut now it was too late for ei- ther. It was too much. Bawling out his terror, be woke. Imbri leaped through the wall, phasing into intangibility. She had misjudged the client's reaction to the dream and had almost been caught visible. ,It was very bad form for any night mare to be seen by a waking person, even one as insignificant as a goblin. She galloped out into the night, leaving only a single hoofprint behind as a signature. That signature was important; Imbri was a perfectionist, and liked to put her personal stamp on every bad dream she delivered. Dawn was threatening. Fortunately, this was her last call; now she could go home and relax and graze for the day. She galloped across the land, passing through trees Without pause she dived into a ripe gourdЧa feat that would have surprised anyone who was not conversant with magic, as horses were much larger than gourdsЧand was instantly in an alternate world. Soon she was on the dusky plain, with the other mares of the night mare herd converging, all returning from duty. Their hoofprints bore maps of the moon, with its green cheese and holes, and the names of the individual mares highlighted thereon. MARE HUMERUM, MARE NU- BIUM, MARE FRIGORIS, MARE NECTARIS, MAKE, AUSTRALEЧall her old immortal friends, all with seas of the moon named after them, in honor of their nocturnal performance over the centuries. Another mare galloped up to intercept Imbri. It was Crisium, serving as temporary liaison to the Night Stallion. She projected a dreamlet the moment she came within range. It was the scene of an elf, waving his arms in ani- mated speech. "Imbril" the elf exclaimed. "Report to Tro- jan right away!" The brief dream faded. A summons from the Dark Horse himself? That was not |
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