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

judging anyone by looks. In a world where anyone could be a Controller,
you begin to realize just how irrelevant looks are.

15 "He wants a galaxy cleansed of creation. His goal, I soon realized,
is to destroy life. His method is to use one species against another,
strong destroying weak, and then strong in turn being destroyed by the
stronger still. He believes that there should be only one species. A
single sentient race, which would be subjugated by him."

"What is this guy, a Nazi?" Cassie said.

Beth's curls shook as the Ellimist nodded. "In the moral sense, yes. But
he has different visions of what constitutes total power. He wants to be
able to control the strands of space-time itself. Not merely to see them
and understand them, but to hold them in his fist and dictate the very
laws of physics and nature, to recreate the galaxy in his own image, and
someday to spread his power throughout all galaxies and destroy the one
power greater than himself."

"Great," Marco said grimly. "Can we go back to The Lion King now?"

"He is called Crayak," the Ellimist said. And then he looked right at
me, and I knew before he spoke the words. "You have seen him. And he has
seen you."

The eye. The armless half-creature, half-machine.

One by one my friends looked at me, challenging, questioning, neutral,
skeptical, compassionate.

16 "When the Yeerk died in your brain, you peered across the line
between life and death; you broke the dimensional hold that blinds
humans to things beyond themselves," the Ellimist said. "And in that
moment, Crayak saw you. He saw that I had made myself known to you. That
I had touched you. And he knew that you must, therefore, play some part
in my plans."

Crayak. The nightmare presence had a name. Crayak. The bloodred eye that
watched me in my dreams.

"Soon," it had said. "Soon."

I felt a chill crawl through my body. Fear. The Ellimist said Crayak
enjoyed fear. Did he feel mine now?

"A hundred million years ago, we fought, Crayak and I," the Ellimist said.

And suddenly the auditorium was gone. We stood in black, empty space,
and the Ellimist was no longer a little girl but a brilliant light.