"Applegate, Katherine A - Animorphs - 05 - The Predator (3)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Applegate Katherine A)

Up to me. Great. I could hurt my mom and my
sisters, or I could hurt my dad. Perfect.
Isn't di
vorce fun?
After I went to bed, I just lay there, staring up at the
ceiling. My brain kept churning like a computer you
can't turn off. Too many things to think
about. My dad. My mom.
And the big, huge, massive thing I didn't even
want to start thinking about: my friends. The An-
imorphs. The war against the Yeerks.
Finally, I knew I had to get out of there. I
needed air and open spaces. The walls were just way
too close around me.
I climbed out of bed and opened my window all the
way. I changed from the T-shirt I sleep in to the
black leotard I usually wore under my
clothes.
My morphing outfit.
I couldn't think about it anymore. I just
needed some space to not think about my father.
Not think about choices.
I focused my mind. I concentrated. Just some
time to think, I told myself, as my fingers be
came feathers and my toes curled into talons.
I guess every kid has times he wants to just
get away. But I had the power to do it. I could even
get away from myself.
I launched myself into the night.
I flew in absolute silence. The wind rushing
over the top of my wings never ruffled a feather.
The moon was low on the horizon, just a
sliver. High clouds blocked the starlight. The
grassy field just a few feet below me would have been
black and featureless to human eyes.
But I was not looking through human eyes.
My eyes were so large, they nearly filled my
head. They looked through the darkness like it was noon on
a sunny day. I could see individual
blades of grass. I could see the ants crawling
beneath the grass.
My hearing was so acute that I could hear a
mouse step on a twig from seventy-five feet
away.
I could hear the beating wings of a sparrow that
was flitting from tree to tree.
I had morphed into a great horned owl. The
night killer. The predator of darkness.
I flew lower still, closer to the ground, letting
the owl's mind search out prey. Here a mouse. There