"Applegate, Katherine A - Animorphs - 32 - The Separation" - читать интересную книгу автора (Applegate Katherine A)

fish, fast and silver, in a stream decorated with garlands of white water.

I spilled air, tucked my wings back, and dove.

The rush!

20 The thrill!

I was an eagle being an eagle. Pure raptor! Pure rapture!

That struck me as a good thought. I cried. rapture! Ah HAH!>



Down, down, down, so fast the wind was a hurricane over my wings. Then,
slow just a bit, use my tail to aim, to change my trajectory as I
singled out a single, particular victim.

My eagle's eyes, adapted by nature for seeing through water, filtering
out the glare, saw it all: six fish, six trout, all unaware, and one,
one I chose, would die!

You! You will never live to chase another fisherman's lure! I have
chosen you to die!

I raked my talons forward.

I flared my wings.

A splash!

The sudden, lovely feeling of my talons striking firm, cold flesh.

Strike!

I squeezed and talons sank deep. The fish, only now recognizing its
doom, squirmed. Helpless! I am the eagle! You cannot resist me!

I fluttered, carrying the spasming creature over to the bank. I landed
on a flat rock. I steadied myself with one talon and held my victim with
the other.

21 I looked into his stupid, terrified eyes, and with my razor beak I
ripped him open. Scales flew. Fish guts spilled.

I buried my beak, up to the eyes in the cool, squirming flesh. I felt
the heart still beating.

I ate the fish, ripping big chunks and gulping them down.

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