"Applegate, Katherine A - Animorphs - 26 - The Attack" - читать интересную книгу автора (Applegate Katherine A)

"You'd become a girl with braces?" Marco said.

The Ellimist looked surprised. He showed the braces in a grin.

"The Andalites could do with some of the human sense of humor," the
Ellimist said.

Ax scuffed a front hoof against the stage floor, a gesture of annoyance.

"And if the Yeerks had any sense of humor at all they wouldn't be the
scourge they are," the Ellimist added.

Marco looked more abashed than proud. The smart remark had just popped
out of him. I don't think he'd consciously planned to poke fun at a
being who could not only annihilate Marco, but all memory of him, his
family, and his ancestors, going back through a thousand generations.

The Ellimist continued. "We watched the rise of other species throughout
the galaxy. Helped at times, when we could. We wanted companions. We
wanted to learn. We imagined a galaxy filled with millions of sentient
species, each with its own science and art, its own beauty.

"But it wasn't to be that simple. Approximately a hundred million Earth
years ago, we became aware of a new force in the galaxy. Not a species,
an individual. He was a fugitive from

14 another galaxy, chased out of that galaxy by a power even greater
than he. Greater than me."

"I thought you were all-powerful," Rachel said.

The Ellimist smiled. "No. I seem so only from your limited perspective."

I looked around the room. Time was stopped. Leaping dancers hung in
midair. The dust particles in the air were standing still. A kid named
Joey had been sneaking a Ho-Ho. Someone must have made him laugh because
his mouth was open, smiling, and a piece of Ho-Ho was dangling off his
lower lip. Dangling and never falling.

Powerful enough, I thought. I don't want to meet the guy who can kick
the Ellimist's butt.

"This new force, this individual, began to make his presence known in
our galaxy. And he had different ideas from ours. He sees a universe of
conflict, pain, and terror. He craves fear. Not his own, of course, but
the fear of others. He is a strange perfectionist, in a way."

The Ellimist had grown thoughtful. Perplexed, almost. Hard to picture
when you were looking at Beth's bangs and the zit on her chin, but I
knew who he was and what he was, and I guess I've had to get past