"Applegate, Katherine A - Animorphs - 32 - The Separation" - читать интересную книгу автора (Applegate Katherine A)beak, and you think, Hah! Smaller, yes, but not weaker!
You watch the feather pattern as it draws across your flesh, and feel the strange, distant itching when those patterns become three-dimensional. Your bones hollow and shrink, your arms twist and rotate, your insides slosh and melt and reform into inhuman organs. Your feet, your soft, stubby, awkward human feet melt like wax and then harden into talons. As wonderful as the eagle's beak is, the talons are the true weapons. So powerful they can grab and hold a young lamb. They can snatch and squeeze and penetrate flesh and organ and skull and brain. Eyes that can see a flea hopping on a rabbit's back from fifty yards away! Ears that can hear a mouse sneeze! Reflexes like lightning! A wonderful creature. A natural predator. Raptor! The killer from the sky! I wondered if I could take Tobias in an air-to- 19 air fight. He was more maneuverable and experienced. But I had the brute power. partner for me. Someone who understood that - I flapped my wings. I turned to catch a slight headwind. My wings filled and I soared. Up and up and up we went. Tobias was right! The thermals off the freeway, the heat boiling up from sunbaked concrete and car engines was like an elevator beneath our wings. Up and up! We were gods! We could have flown to the sun! Humans in their cars were puny, flaccid, paltry, limited creatures, far, far beneath us. A quarter mile up there was a delicious, cool breeze that we used to rocket us forward, zooming over factories and parking lots, over meadows and streams and woods. Then . . . Far, far below, so far no human could ever have spotted it, a school of |
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